~Alright, new fic. Tell me what you think. Obviously, I don't own any of
the characters from the fast and the furious!~
~Leon's POV~
"Hey, yo Dom!" I say, holding the open express-mailed letter in my hand.
"What's up Leon?" He asks, wiping his greasy hands on an even greasier rag.
"Letter from Caro." I wave the envelope around a bit.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, smiling. "How's she doin'?"
"Good, I guess."
"She still the same lil rugrat that she was when she was here last? Damn, how long ago was that. Must be 2 years?" He walks into the office and sits at the computer.
"Yeah, guess so." I laugh, following him. "Long time, dawg. I hate to say it, but I miss the li'l punk."
"Yeah me too. That girl was smart man. And crazy too! Didn't Jess develop a little crush on her last time she was here?"
"HAha, yeah dawg. Always has, always will, but it's harmless. The girl has no idea." I smile, remembering when she lived here.
"So, what'd she want?" He types figures into a file, not looking up.
"Actually, that's what I came to talk to you about. She wants to come stay. She just finished school--college, down in Lousiana and...."
"When's she arrive?" he cuts me off.
"So she can stay?"
"Course. We'll put that big brain of hers to work. Maybe she can get these cars of ours to go even faster."
"Aight, I'll call her tonight." I reply, thinking about what it's going to be like to have her back.
"It'll be good to have her back." Dom says, reading my thoughts. "She was always a good kid, and it wasn't cool the way she left."
"Yeah, but what choice did she have. Ma wasn't goin' to let her stay with Dad and me and hang around with a gang of grease monkeys. That's just not what a proppa southa'n lady should grow up lahk." I make my southern accent a bit thicker to mimic my stuff mother. Dom snorts in response.
"Lady my ass. Caro was never a lady. I can't imagine her acting anything like a 'proper southern lady,' whatever that is."
"Yeah, I know. But Ma was tryin' to hold on to somethin'. If she went back to N'awlins with no family left, the shame would have been too much. Walking out on Dad was a huge thing for her, though it seemed easy enough for her to do. She didn't want Caro to grow up to be like me I guess. Taking her back south was her answer."
"Yeah, well now she's grown. And if she wants to come out here with you, she can't be that changed can she?"
I secretly hoped she hasn't changed a bit. Caro, my kid sis, man was she....well, Caroline. We had moved around a lot as kids, 'cause my dad was in the army. First it was South Carolina for two years, where Caro was born and got her name. I don't remember it much, hell I was only there from age two to four. Then it was on to Virginia for four years, and Atlanta for three, and then New Orleans for the next three. Last stop, Los Angeles.
My dad always accepted me for what I was, whatever I felt like doing, but my mom.... She never could understand why I didn't want to be a nice southern boy, going to cotillion and taking girls to fancy restaurants, so she left me with my father, while she dragged Caro, the anti-girl, back to the south to try and make a lady out of her.
"LEON!" Letty smacks me upside the head.
"What!" I shout back, snapping out of my reminiscences.
"I said, time to go. It's six and Mia said she ordered pizza."
"Aight! I'm comin', I'm comin'.
~Leon's POV~
"Hey, yo Dom!" I say, holding the open express-mailed letter in my hand.
"What's up Leon?" He asks, wiping his greasy hands on an even greasier rag.
"Letter from Caro." I wave the envelope around a bit.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, smiling. "How's she doin'?"
"Good, I guess."
"She still the same lil rugrat that she was when she was here last? Damn, how long ago was that. Must be 2 years?" He walks into the office and sits at the computer.
"Yeah, guess so." I laugh, following him. "Long time, dawg. I hate to say it, but I miss the li'l punk."
"Yeah me too. That girl was smart man. And crazy too! Didn't Jess develop a little crush on her last time she was here?"
"HAha, yeah dawg. Always has, always will, but it's harmless. The girl has no idea." I smile, remembering when she lived here.
"So, what'd she want?" He types figures into a file, not looking up.
"Actually, that's what I came to talk to you about. She wants to come stay. She just finished school--college, down in Lousiana and...."
"When's she arrive?" he cuts me off.
"So she can stay?"
"Course. We'll put that big brain of hers to work. Maybe she can get these cars of ours to go even faster."
"Aight, I'll call her tonight." I reply, thinking about what it's going to be like to have her back.
"It'll be good to have her back." Dom says, reading my thoughts. "She was always a good kid, and it wasn't cool the way she left."
"Yeah, but what choice did she have. Ma wasn't goin' to let her stay with Dad and me and hang around with a gang of grease monkeys. That's just not what a proppa southa'n lady should grow up lahk." I make my southern accent a bit thicker to mimic my stuff mother. Dom snorts in response.
"Lady my ass. Caro was never a lady. I can't imagine her acting anything like a 'proper southern lady,' whatever that is."
"Yeah, I know. But Ma was tryin' to hold on to somethin'. If she went back to N'awlins with no family left, the shame would have been too much. Walking out on Dad was a huge thing for her, though it seemed easy enough for her to do. She didn't want Caro to grow up to be like me I guess. Taking her back south was her answer."
"Yeah, well now she's grown. And if she wants to come out here with you, she can't be that changed can she?"
I secretly hoped she hasn't changed a bit. Caro, my kid sis, man was she....well, Caroline. We had moved around a lot as kids, 'cause my dad was in the army. First it was South Carolina for two years, where Caro was born and got her name. I don't remember it much, hell I was only there from age two to four. Then it was on to Virginia for four years, and Atlanta for three, and then New Orleans for the next three. Last stop, Los Angeles.
My dad always accepted me for what I was, whatever I felt like doing, but my mom.... She never could understand why I didn't want to be a nice southern boy, going to cotillion and taking girls to fancy restaurants, so she left me with my father, while she dragged Caro, the anti-girl, back to the south to try and make a lady out of her.
"LEON!" Letty smacks me upside the head.
"What!" I shout back, snapping out of my reminiscences.
"I said, time to go. It's six and Mia said she ordered pizza."
"Aight! I'm comin', I'm comin'.