Still Fast, Still Furious Ch6—The Night Out, part 2

((Bri's POV))

            I was stuck sitting in the back of Vince's car…but I guess I didn't really mind, seeing as they were cool enough to take me in. Leon sat in the front and started messing with the radio.

            "Ain't nobody love you like--" Switch. "Can I get a what, what--" Switch. "I'm a genie in a--" Switch. "Go Shorty, it's your birthday"

            Awe, hell yea! "DUDE, leave it here!" I yelled from the back, moving my head up between the two to emphasize my like of the song. Vince turned his head towards me and arched his eyebrow at my outburst. "What? I like this song," I said. He shrugged and turned up the volume. "Cuz we don't give a fuck cuz it's your birthday." This is a great song.

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            After about 20 minutes of riding in the car, me singing along with every good song on the radio, we finally arrived at the place where the concert was being held. Vince parked the car and got out, pulling his seat forward so I could get out. I looked around at the surrounding people and the huge stage far up ahead.

            "Wow," I mumbled to myself. "Big place." The boys around me didn't seem at all surprised at the size of the area. I just shrugged it off; they live here, they're used to big things. I laughed to myself at my attempt at perverted humor.

            "Come on, girl," Letty said, pulling my arm. "We wanna try to shove our way up front." Dom was on Letty's right as she dragged me along on her left, trying to get me to catch up with them.

            "Ok, ok. Don't rip my arm off," I replied, jokingly. But seriously, though…I wanna keep my arm. I followed her, staying close as not to lose her…but how could I? Dom was huge, and you could see him across a crowded room. I heard Jesse and Leon joking around behind me; Mia was somewhere around behind me, as was Vince.

            After finally managing to shove our way *near* the front, we stood around waiting for Good Charlotte. I stood next to Letty and looked around again, only to have my hat knocked off by some random person shoving by me. "Erg," I said as I bent down to retrieve my beloved hat.

            "You a hockey fan or somethin?" Vince asked from my right. I cocked my head to the side to answer him.

            "Naw…I just enjoy wearing the hat," I replied, my sarcasm kicking in yet again. I am such a bitch. Vince responded by hitting me lightly in the arm.

            "You're a tough chick. Almost as tough as Letty over here," he said, pointing to her as he did so. "You from Michigan or just an outside fan?"

            I put my hat back on my head, after realizing I started to grip the edges. I tensed up at his question, but I hope it wasn't visible. Should I tell them? I guess there's no harm in telling them where I'm from…it's not like I'm obligated to tell them anything, really…but they're being so cool…I don't wanna lie to them or anything…how much should they know? I was mentally debating with myself, something I did frequently.

            "Bri? You ok?" Vince asked.

            I shook my head and turned to look at him, forcing a small smile. "Yea…I'm fine. Yea, I'm originally from Michigan. I grew up watching the Wings…what can I say…I have the heart of a hockey player."

            He nodded. "Cool, cool. Me, I'm rather partial to the Mighty Ducks, Kings, and Sharks because they're my home teams."

            "You're from California?" I asked. Cool…maybe he surfs or somethin…don't know why he'd leave Cali for here, but whatever.

            "Uh…yea," he replied, visibly uncomfortable, as if he'd said something wrong. Everyone suddenly started screaming and clapping. "Oh, hey, concert's starting."

            I nodded and turned away from him to look back to the stage. Maybe they're not all they appear to be, either…maybe they're hiding something…like me…I smiled to myself. I had a feeling we'd be getting along pretty well.

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 ((Letty's POV))

            I loved riding in Dom's Mazda. It was such a kick ass car. "Ugh…this music sucks," I said as I reached over to mess around with the radio buttons.

            Dom chuckled. "You got that right," he replied. "There's hardly anything even worth listening to anymore." I nodded as I changed the station. "Go Shorty, it's your birthday."

            "Awe, hell yea!" I yelled. "Remember when we danced to this song that one time? God, we were so wasted."

            "What one time?" Dom asked. "We dance every night." He turned his head to look at me, a big grin on his face. I knew what he meant: that we 'danced' in our bed, not actually danced. I rolled my eyes and hit his arm jokingly.            "In more ways than one, papi. In more ways than one," I said. Ah, my boyfriend…the biggest pervert known to man. But then again, I'm known to be pretty perverted at times…mostly behind closed doors, but nobody else needs to know that.

            We arrived at the Plaza, neither of us surprised how packed it was. Dom parked the car on the side of the street and the others behind us followed suit. I stepped out of the car and walked back to Bri, who was getting out of Vince's car.

            "Come on, girl," I said as I grabbed her arm. "We wanna try to shove our way up front." I let go of her arm and began shoving my way through people. Dom put his arm around my waist, something he did in public to signify that I was his and no one else's. Getting about as close to the front as we were going to I stopped and stood next to Dom.

            "So what do you think?" Dom asked me.

            "What about?" I asked, not sure what he was referring to.

            "Bri," he replied. "Can we trust her?"

            I shrugged. "Who's to say? We've known her for what…5 hours. We'll have to get to know her." I paused and turned my head to glance at Bri, who was talking to Vince. I turned back to look at Dom. "All I can say is it seems like she's hidin somethin. But all in all she seems like a cool chick." Dom nodded in reply. He knows that I don't easily like people. Mostly I have a problem with the racer skanks…but she seems…well, like me.

            Everyone in front of us began clapping and cheering. My guess would be the concert's starting. After a few more minutes the band walks out and takes their places on stage. "Hey, hey, Miami!" Joel said into the mic. "Are you all ready to parrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtay?" The crowed screamed and cheered in response.

            I leaned in to Dom and mumbled, "At least the sluts here know their place and don't go where they're not wanted." Dom's lips twitched in a smile; I smirked. It's true, though. The whores at the races are all over Dom every week. Apparently they can't get it through their thick skulls that he knows what he wants and it's what he's got. Stupid fuckers.

            The band started with songs from the original Good Charlotte CD and then moved up into the newer stuff from The Young and the Hopeless. There was much dancing, jumping, screaming, and the "rock" hand motion. All in all, it was a fun night.

**2 hours later**

            My ears were slightly ringing from the loudness of the bass, but it was hardly noticeable due to my time spent around loud racing cars and music. "Damn, they put on a great show," I said to no one in particular. I felt another body walk up beside me.

            "Yea, they do," Bri's voice replied. She shook her head, presumably to attempt to get the ringing out. Vince and the boys walked behind us, while Mia was on Dom's other side chatting with her.

            I looked down at my watch. The face on my digital said 10pm. "Now it's party time," I said.

            Bri looked at me, confused. "What? Party time where?" she asked.

            I smiled devilishly at her. Mia told me she had never been to a race, so I figure this could be fun. "You'll see," I replied before turning my head towards Dom. I hit him lightly with my hand. "Hey, it's 10. We gotta split if we want get there."

            He nodded. "Yo, V," he called back to the guys. V stopped talkin to Jess and Le and looked up. "Party time." By this time Bri was completely confused.

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Author's Note:

            You may be thinking I'm holding back on things. It's safe to say you're correct on that notion. There's a whole other plot that goes along with Bri…and there's no way I'm spoiling the fun. I don't have anything witty or sarcastic to say, which is a surprise considering this is me…so I'll just get straight to it. This is Chapter 6 and I don't have a whole hell of a lot of reviews. Mostly I AM just writing this story for my own amusement and boredom…but hey, I'm posting it and actually TRYING to write so ya know some constructive criticism or just SOMETHING dammit would be nice.

            Once more thing: I need some other action besides…well action (I.E fighting, racing, etc). I'm thinkin someone's gettin some lovin in future chapters…but who? POLL TIME! Which smut would you rather read as of now: Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian, Jess/?, Leon/?, Vince/?, or Bri/someone? I've got so many ideas…but I just wanna find ways to confuse ya'll more. Email me with what you want…so then it'll be a secret poll. EvlBlondeVelf666@aol.com

~*Sika

Quote of the Chapter: "Good gosh almighty, thank GOD for Brett!" –Brett Hull, #17 Detroit Red Wings