Bright and early did I come zooming up to that garage. The sun was blazing
on my skin the whole way there, making me a nice toasty color. My car on
the other hand, was about two seconds from over heating.
"Dammit!" I yelled when I saw steam erupting from under the hood.
My little scene caused Mr. Universe and his posse to come out the garage and see what was going on. I smiled as wide and politely as I could, my teeth grinding and my hands clenched. I was really pissed that this was my first real appearance in front of -The Team- and my *worthy* car was being a shit.
"Having troubles there little lady?" Dom grinned like a wolf, wiping his greased hands on a rag.
I took a deep breath and counted to ten, "Nope. No troubles here." I rocked back and forth on my heels, "I was just about to-" and low and behold! My car backfired. REALLY loud may I add. REALLLLY. I think I jumped five feet in the air actually. Of course this set everyone off into hysterics. Funny. Ha. Ha. Laugh it off big boys, laugh it off.
"Oh look, Barbie's car went boom!" Toretto's lady teased. I was two seconds from walking over to kick her ass -even though it was probably MY ass she'd be kicking, when I saw. A gorgeous sex god.
"Dom, I can't find the Mazda decals. I promised Kelly I'd have her car ready by noon and it's 11." He checked his watch than wiped his hands on the back of his jeans.
His dark hair was shaved close, a buzz cut. His eyes were piercing blue, his face was perfection. Ever see that Mountain Dew commercial where the guy does all those weird spinning tricks with his car to get his drink back? Yea, I swear that was him. I almost asked him. But that would mean I knew how to speak and function properly, at the moment I didn't even think I knew how to breathe. I let out a big whoosh through my mouth, ahh, there we go!
Dom saw my reaction -damn him, and looked back to the sex god, "Vito, c'mere." He grinned summoning him over, "What do you think?" He pointed at me.
Sex God (aKa, Vito) glanced my way and smirked, "Wha? Barbie's car go boom?"
"Thank you!" Dom's woman cheered and high fived Vito. Damn her.
Vito recovered quickly after a look from Dom, he cleared his throat and came over to inspect. My car. "Honda S2000," He opened my hood, and wave the smoke out his face, "Double wishbone suspension, a six-speed short throw manual gearbox, leather interior." He looked over my shoulder to the inside of my. car.
I snapped the gum in my mouth, it seemed to snap him back into reality and suddenly notice I was even there, "'Sup." He nod his head and then walked back over to Dom, "So, the decals?" He went back to his original question. Dom told him and he went back into the garage. Well, nice meeting you too sex god.
You know, I was really getting pissed that no one was making a big fuss over my baby. She was the bomb alright!? She could go 156 in two minutes and slide to a stop without so much as a skid -anti-lock brakes biatch. Only no one seemed to care, what the hell was I even here for anyways? To laugh at?
Dom noticed my pissed off mood and came over, "That's Letty," He pointed to his firecracker, "You know Vince," He smirked as me and Vince exchanged death glares, "Leon," He pointed to the guy next to Vince, "My sister Mia," He motioned her over, "And her white boy Brian." Surfer boy nod his head. I nodded back. "Next to Brian is Jesse." Jesse waved and I smiled back.
"And the pretty boy who touched my baby?" I said going to shut the my car hood, it slammed shut. I winced, whispering an apology to my sweet Rosalyn.
Dom laughed, "That's Vito. Sorry about him, kid had no manners."
"Apparently." I muttered.
"They're not theeeerrreee!" Vito came back out.
Dom turned around, "Boy, wha? You don't have eyes, LOOK around!" He scolded Vito.
"Jeez, I was just asking. Don't have a melt down." He waved his hands about. I stifled a laugh, than went serious when Dom glared down at me. Whoops!
"I'll have Jesse take a look under that hood," He sized me up again, than smiled, "Yea, he'll like that."
I snorted, "Ain't nobody detailing THIS car alright? Now why did you call me here? To make fun of me? To piss me off? Or to just be an asshole?" I snapped. You know, I was never good at keeping my mouth shut. I made a mental note to work on that.
"Jesse!" He yelled over his shoulder, completely ignoring me. I was getting used to being ignored around here, bastards. "Check the S2000 than tell me what you think." He looked back to me, "Follow me." He went into the garage.
And so I followed.
"Dammit!" I yelled when I saw steam erupting from under the hood.
My little scene caused Mr. Universe and his posse to come out the garage and see what was going on. I smiled as wide and politely as I could, my teeth grinding and my hands clenched. I was really pissed that this was my first real appearance in front of -The Team- and my *worthy* car was being a shit.
"Having troubles there little lady?" Dom grinned like a wolf, wiping his greased hands on a rag.
I took a deep breath and counted to ten, "Nope. No troubles here." I rocked back and forth on my heels, "I was just about to-" and low and behold! My car backfired. REALLY loud may I add. REALLLLY. I think I jumped five feet in the air actually. Of course this set everyone off into hysterics. Funny. Ha. Ha. Laugh it off big boys, laugh it off.
"Oh look, Barbie's car went boom!" Toretto's lady teased. I was two seconds from walking over to kick her ass -even though it was probably MY ass she'd be kicking, when I saw. A gorgeous sex god.
"Dom, I can't find the Mazda decals. I promised Kelly I'd have her car ready by noon and it's 11." He checked his watch than wiped his hands on the back of his jeans.
His dark hair was shaved close, a buzz cut. His eyes were piercing blue, his face was perfection. Ever see that Mountain Dew commercial where the guy does all those weird spinning tricks with his car to get his drink back? Yea, I swear that was him. I almost asked him. But that would mean I knew how to speak and function properly, at the moment I didn't even think I knew how to breathe. I let out a big whoosh through my mouth, ahh, there we go!
Dom saw my reaction -damn him, and looked back to the sex god, "Vito, c'mere." He grinned summoning him over, "What do you think?" He pointed at me.
Sex God (aKa, Vito) glanced my way and smirked, "Wha? Barbie's car go boom?"
"Thank you!" Dom's woman cheered and high fived Vito. Damn her.
Vito recovered quickly after a look from Dom, he cleared his throat and came over to inspect. My car. "Honda S2000," He opened my hood, and wave the smoke out his face, "Double wishbone suspension, a six-speed short throw manual gearbox, leather interior." He looked over my shoulder to the inside of my. car.
I snapped the gum in my mouth, it seemed to snap him back into reality and suddenly notice I was even there, "'Sup." He nod his head and then walked back over to Dom, "So, the decals?" He went back to his original question. Dom told him and he went back into the garage. Well, nice meeting you too sex god.
You know, I was really getting pissed that no one was making a big fuss over my baby. She was the bomb alright!? She could go 156 in two minutes and slide to a stop without so much as a skid -anti-lock brakes biatch. Only no one seemed to care, what the hell was I even here for anyways? To laugh at?
Dom noticed my pissed off mood and came over, "That's Letty," He pointed to his firecracker, "You know Vince," He smirked as me and Vince exchanged death glares, "Leon," He pointed to the guy next to Vince, "My sister Mia," He motioned her over, "And her white boy Brian." Surfer boy nod his head. I nodded back. "Next to Brian is Jesse." Jesse waved and I smiled back.
"And the pretty boy who touched my baby?" I said going to shut the my car hood, it slammed shut. I winced, whispering an apology to my sweet Rosalyn.
Dom laughed, "That's Vito. Sorry about him, kid had no manners."
"Apparently." I muttered.
"They're not theeeerrreee!" Vito came back out.
Dom turned around, "Boy, wha? You don't have eyes, LOOK around!" He scolded Vito.
"Jeez, I was just asking. Don't have a melt down." He waved his hands about. I stifled a laugh, than went serious when Dom glared down at me. Whoops!
"I'll have Jesse take a look under that hood," He sized me up again, than smiled, "Yea, he'll like that."
I snorted, "Ain't nobody detailing THIS car alright? Now why did you call me here? To make fun of me? To piss me off? Or to just be an asshole?" I snapped. You know, I was never good at keeping my mouth shut. I made a mental note to work on that.
"Jesse!" He yelled over his shoulder, completely ignoring me. I was getting used to being ignored around here, bastards. "Check the S2000 than tell me what you think." He looked back to me, "Follow me." He went into the garage.
And so I followed.