Prologue
*Disclaimer-type-shit-People.......really, now.....come on, do I really need to reiterate this shit again? I'm only doing this to cover my own ass, so........I do not own any of the characters from the film The Fast and the Furious, yadda, yadda, yadda. I do own Jamie and any other characters you don't recognize from the movie, duh.
*Background- I'm really excited about this fic. I just got this idea about an original character, Letty, Jesse, and Dom in a different situation. It has almost nothing to do with the plot of TFATF other than the characters, a garage, and cars. So you're not totally lost. I'll try to give you some background out of my scatter-brained mind.
-All the characters mentioned retain their personalities, but have different backgrounds (like family, history, lives, etc.) from the film
-Jamie, the original character, has jet black, short, messy hair and a dark tan complexion, her race is not apparent, just cause I say tanned, doesn't mean she's white. You will find out her background later. She has dark brown eyes.
-Jamie, Letty and Jesse are all very close friends, and they all work together at a garage.
-Dom just moved to L.A. from NYC.
-Jamie will be telling it all. This is her story. These are her trials. This is a portion of her life.
Journey
Chapter 1
"Uno Out!......What!!!.....thank you!", Letty yells deeply. Jess and me groan and throw our cards down in defeat. I didn't even get to use my draw four wild card.
"I told you that I would win.......didn't I tell you?...... don't I win every time?" she continues to gloat.
"Yeah, cause you cheat," Jess tells her. I laugh. She rolls her eyes at him and they both smile.
"One more game?" she asks deviously.
"No," Jess and I answer her in unison, as I light a cigarette handing one to Jess. Every single time I light a cigarette two things pop into my head. One, I really need to quit, and two, that in about 4.5 seconds, Letty is gonna comment on my habit of choice.
"Fucking cancer sticks!" She forces out some coughs. I roll my eyes. I stand up to stretch. It's yet another hot ass day in Orange Co. Just in case you haven't noticed yet, my name is Jamie, and I'm at work.......again. As long as I live, I will never understand why we have to work to earn money. It just fucking blows my mind. I'm being sarcastic. Sorry. I'm just so fucking lazy. I can hear my chubby ass boss coming outside to yell at us for taking too long of a lunch break. I put out my cigarette on the bottom of my boots and throw the butt in the trashcan. Never throw down a lit cigarette in a garage....ever, unless of course you're too lazy to commit suicide. I turn back around to see Jess and Letty picking up the Uno cards. I walk over to help them. We all stand and listen with our heads down as our boss, Morty, bitches at us for playing cards.
"What the hell?......you sit here and play a damn game in plain sight of customers?.......what the hell are we paying you for?" he rants then walks off. We get in trouble constantly, and the only reason we're still employed, is our 'mad skills', as Letty would say. We walk back into the shop area and return to the jobs we were working on before lunch. Letty and Jess slide back under their designated cars and I walk through the shop to the painting room. It's at the end of the shop, away from all the other mechanics, away from all the complaining motorists wanting their cars done by the close of the business day. I can work in silence only interrupted by the hiss of the spray gun and the sweet sounds of System Of A Down. I turn up the stereo and I tighten the apron I never took off. I only put my goggles on when Morty pays me a visit. I turn on the gun and take a look at the drawing I have to replicate on the hood of this car. I have to do a ghost flame job on top of a pear green hood, but first I gotta lay down about 8 more coats of the sheer green paint.
"I've done fucking ghost flames before.....don't understand why this prick wants them the exactly like the picture....son of a b....", I begin to mumble to my self as I test the gun on some cardboard, until Morty waddles in. I turn away from him and quickly put on my goggles. I don't feel like being bitched at some more today. I continue to look down trying to get an even coat to come out before I start on the car.
"Jamie?!" he yells over the music. "Jamie?!....." He turns the stereo off. ".....What have I told you about this heavy metal rock alternative shit?.....It scares the customers!" he continues. I mouth the last part with him cause I hear it every damn day. I roll my eyes and face him. I turn my gun off. I can hear Letty yelling and laughing loudly in the shop.
"What's up Morty?" I ask trying not to sound annoyed. Must everyone mess with me while I'm trying to paint?
"I need you to come into the shop. We have a new mechanic, and I've introduced him to everyone but you, so come on," he turns and motions to me to follow.
"But I don't even work in the shop half the time.....why do I need to meet 'him'?"
He turns and gives me that 'Do you like having a job?' look, so I reluctantly take off my apron and goggles and follow him, because I do like having a job. I walk out into the shop rolling my eyes. Letty is standing in the middle of the shop with her arms around some tall bald guy. He's big........real big. She's laughing and rubbing his head in disbelief. She lets go and stands back from him and they begin to talk. I guess it's just another friend of hers from her old neighborhood. You'd be surprised how many people come from the east coast to move or visit and find her. Just about everyday I hear the words "This is a friend of mine from Brooklyn/Jersey/Queens/Poughkeepsie.....can you believe it?" leave Letty's smiling mouth. I look away from them and scan the shop for a new face. I find nothing other than Letty's ridiculously muscular friend who just happens to be wearing a tight white t-shirt. Is he trying to give me a coronary? Of course I don't show how attractive he is. I've become quite good at checking people out without their knowledge. Damn. Without missing a beat, and still checking this guy out, I turn to Morty.
"So where is this mechanic made of gold that I just absolutely had to meet?" I deadpan.
"He's right there." He points to him. Do I even have to say who he points to? Of course it's the bald guy. He looks like the lead singer of this band called Course Of Nature. Him and the "new mechanic/Letty's friend" are the only bald guys that actually pull off the look. Letty just keeps looking at the guy, shaking her head, and smiling. Morty makes eye contact with the guy.
"Dominic, this is Jamie," he says pointing to me. "And Jamie this is Dominic Toretto, our 'mechanic made of gold', " he says sarcastically looking at me, pointing to Dominic.
"Dom," he says putting his hand out. His voice sounds like he chews glass and swallows or like he's the illegitimate child of James Earl Jones and Sly Stallone. Rocky II Stallone, not Cliffhanger Stallone. It rumbles in my chest as I try to steady my hand to meet his.
"Jamie," I say trying to regain myself. Girl, you're slipping, I think to myself as I shake his hand. I glance down at his structured hands. His nails are actually clean. My nails are never clean on weekdays. Not that I care about my nails, it's just that it's hard to attract a guy when you have more dirt under your nails than Yosemite. I shake his hand for what feels like an eternity. We pull our hands away and I look down.
"Yeah, Dom just moved here from, NYC.........we....um...used to date....you know when I moved back to the city after high school," Letty tells me smiling. He smiles bashfully and looks down. His eyelashes put Tammy Faye to shame. She playfully nudges him with her elbow. "He's gonna come over later.......if that's okay with you...," she trails off, half asking me, half telling me. I have to explain. Letty is staying with me until she can find another place. Her boyfriend broke up with her about 3 weeks ago and left her with nowhere to live. Her family moved back to Brooklyn a year ago, so of course she's staying with me. Now, I know that may sound like I don't wont her staying with me, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. Besides the fact that she can cook better than Betty Crocker herself, I love her. She and Jess are my best buds, and I know that they'd die for me. Truth is I'd do the same for them. That's how we are. I've been without my family for the past few years, so my friends are my life. We're all we got. Jess offered her room and board at his place, but she opted for me due to the female factor. Jess was a little offended, but not really. Back to the question at hand.......are you kidding? I'm gonna have this man in my presence all night?
"Yeah, that's cool," I tell her still not letting on to the fact that I would have no problem jumping this guy's bone right here in this oil spot. She smiles. By now we're the only ones still standing. Everyone else, including Jesse, has returned to their jobs.
"Well, Dominic, if you'll follow me, we can be on our way, and they can get back to work...," Morty glares at Let and me.
"Nice to meet you," he nods. My legs almost collapse from under me and my heart rate increases as.....Dom...walks away. I nod to him, not being able to form actual words at the moment. What the hell is wrong with me? Once he's out of sight I smack myself on the forehead and then I pinch Letty's arm.
"Ahhh!.....what!?" she asks confused. I point in the direction that Dom and Morty walked off in. "Ohhhhhh.......yeah....he's hot isn't he?.......he's changed a lot since I saw him last though," she tells me grinning. I just shake my head and return to the painting room. I don't like it when guys effect me like this. I don't like not being in control of my.........my heart....beat. I return all systems to normal, meaning, putting the stereo, my apron, and goggles back on. I pick up the gun and go back to trying to achieve an even coat on the test cardboard. Great.....my fucking hand is shaking again. I have bad nerves. I reach in my pocket and pull out a pill. I grab a bottle of water and down the nerve pills that are supposed to calm me. Now, I have to explain again. I'm a mellow person by nature, but I have this nerve disease that I cant even fucking pronounce.
It causes my right hand to shake when I get nervous or a little anxious. It's a bitch to deal with, but it ain't life threatening or nothing. I just can't paint until the meds kick in. It sucks cause when I forget to take the drugs, this happens. I have to stand here for at least half an hour and wait for my fucking hand to stop shaking. I put the gun down and hop up on the counter. I grab an old issue of Import Tuner and flip through. Letty always gets with the best looking guys. They're usually assholes, but they look good. Like her last boyfriend, the one that kicked her out, was beautiful. He was Latin. He had brown silky hair, beautiful skin, brown eyes, and an accent that could cut through butter. The only thing was that he knew it. He was so damn conceited, he needed an extra seat on flights just for his ego. She found the bastard fucking on the kitchen island. Actually, we found him fucking on the kitchen island. We came in from shopping and there we were greeted by 'oh's' and 'ah's' coming from the stovetop. Letty went flip mode and I helped her beat the bitch out the front door followed by her clothes. It wasn't like brutal or nothing, but she got the message. Paco, I swear that's his actual birth name, tried to explain how he was just too handsome to be with one woman. Of course Letty went off again, but she took care of him alone that time. Given her history with men, I figure Dom is an asshole too, but I wonder why she was so happy to see him. I guess I'll find out tonight. Even if he is an asshole, at least I'll have some eye candy for the evening.
Ok.....everybody tell me what you think. Be honest, I have pretty tough skin, and I need the advice. Should I continue?.......Should I keep my skanky hands off the fucking keyboard? Let me know, and if there are any questions or something let me know. I love you guys! Oh and I sure am glad ff.net got it back together!
~Andie
*Disclaimer-type-shit-People.......really, now.....come on, do I really need to reiterate this shit again? I'm only doing this to cover my own ass, so........I do not own any of the characters from the film The Fast and the Furious, yadda, yadda, yadda. I do own Jamie and any other characters you don't recognize from the movie, duh.
*Background- I'm really excited about this fic. I just got this idea about an original character, Letty, Jesse, and Dom in a different situation. It has almost nothing to do with the plot of TFATF other than the characters, a garage, and cars. So you're not totally lost. I'll try to give you some background out of my scatter-brained mind.
-All the characters mentioned retain their personalities, but have different backgrounds (like family, history, lives, etc.) from the film
-Jamie, the original character, has jet black, short, messy hair and a dark tan complexion, her race is not apparent, just cause I say tanned, doesn't mean she's white. You will find out her background later. She has dark brown eyes.
-Jamie, Letty and Jesse are all very close friends, and they all work together at a garage.
-Dom just moved to L.A. from NYC.
-Jamie will be telling it all. This is her story. These are her trials. This is a portion of her life.
Journey
Chapter 1
"Uno Out!......What!!!.....thank you!", Letty yells deeply. Jess and me groan and throw our cards down in defeat. I didn't even get to use my draw four wild card.
"I told you that I would win.......didn't I tell you?...... don't I win every time?" she continues to gloat.
"Yeah, cause you cheat," Jess tells her. I laugh. She rolls her eyes at him and they both smile.
"One more game?" she asks deviously.
"No," Jess and I answer her in unison, as I light a cigarette handing one to Jess. Every single time I light a cigarette two things pop into my head. One, I really need to quit, and two, that in about 4.5 seconds, Letty is gonna comment on my habit of choice.
"Fucking cancer sticks!" She forces out some coughs. I roll my eyes. I stand up to stretch. It's yet another hot ass day in Orange Co. Just in case you haven't noticed yet, my name is Jamie, and I'm at work.......again. As long as I live, I will never understand why we have to work to earn money. It just fucking blows my mind. I'm being sarcastic. Sorry. I'm just so fucking lazy. I can hear my chubby ass boss coming outside to yell at us for taking too long of a lunch break. I put out my cigarette on the bottom of my boots and throw the butt in the trashcan. Never throw down a lit cigarette in a garage....ever, unless of course you're too lazy to commit suicide. I turn back around to see Jess and Letty picking up the Uno cards. I walk over to help them. We all stand and listen with our heads down as our boss, Morty, bitches at us for playing cards.
"What the hell?......you sit here and play a damn game in plain sight of customers?.......what the hell are we paying you for?" he rants then walks off. We get in trouble constantly, and the only reason we're still employed, is our 'mad skills', as Letty would say. We walk back into the shop area and return to the jobs we were working on before lunch. Letty and Jess slide back under their designated cars and I walk through the shop to the painting room. It's at the end of the shop, away from all the other mechanics, away from all the complaining motorists wanting their cars done by the close of the business day. I can work in silence only interrupted by the hiss of the spray gun and the sweet sounds of System Of A Down. I turn up the stereo and I tighten the apron I never took off. I only put my goggles on when Morty pays me a visit. I turn on the gun and take a look at the drawing I have to replicate on the hood of this car. I have to do a ghost flame job on top of a pear green hood, but first I gotta lay down about 8 more coats of the sheer green paint.
"I've done fucking ghost flames before.....don't understand why this prick wants them the exactly like the picture....son of a b....", I begin to mumble to my self as I test the gun on some cardboard, until Morty waddles in. I turn away from him and quickly put on my goggles. I don't feel like being bitched at some more today. I continue to look down trying to get an even coat to come out before I start on the car.
"Jamie?!" he yells over the music. "Jamie?!....." He turns the stereo off. ".....What have I told you about this heavy metal rock alternative shit?.....It scares the customers!" he continues. I mouth the last part with him cause I hear it every damn day. I roll my eyes and face him. I turn my gun off. I can hear Letty yelling and laughing loudly in the shop.
"What's up Morty?" I ask trying not to sound annoyed. Must everyone mess with me while I'm trying to paint?
"I need you to come into the shop. We have a new mechanic, and I've introduced him to everyone but you, so come on," he turns and motions to me to follow.
"But I don't even work in the shop half the time.....why do I need to meet 'him'?"
He turns and gives me that 'Do you like having a job?' look, so I reluctantly take off my apron and goggles and follow him, because I do like having a job. I walk out into the shop rolling my eyes. Letty is standing in the middle of the shop with her arms around some tall bald guy. He's big........real big. She's laughing and rubbing his head in disbelief. She lets go and stands back from him and they begin to talk. I guess it's just another friend of hers from her old neighborhood. You'd be surprised how many people come from the east coast to move or visit and find her. Just about everyday I hear the words "This is a friend of mine from Brooklyn/Jersey/Queens/Poughkeepsie.....can you believe it?" leave Letty's smiling mouth. I look away from them and scan the shop for a new face. I find nothing other than Letty's ridiculously muscular friend who just happens to be wearing a tight white t-shirt. Is he trying to give me a coronary? Of course I don't show how attractive he is. I've become quite good at checking people out without their knowledge. Damn. Without missing a beat, and still checking this guy out, I turn to Morty.
"So where is this mechanic made of gold that I just absolutely had to meet?" I deadpan.
"He's right there." He points to him. Do I even have to say who he points to? Of course it's the bald guy. He looks like the lead singer of this band called Course Of Nature. Him and the "new mechanic/Letty's friend" are the only bald guys that actually pull off the look. Letty just keeps looking at the guy, shaking her head, and smiling. Morty makes eye contact with the guy.
"Dominic, this is Jamie," he says pointing to me. "And Jamie this is Dominic Toretto, our 'mechanic made of gold', " he says sarcastically looking at me, pointing to Dominic.
"Dom," he says putting his hand out. His voice sounds like he chews glass and swallows or like he's the illegitimate child of James Earl Jones and Sly Stallone. Rocky II Stallone, not Cliffhanger Stallone. It rumbles in my chest as I try to steady my hand to meet his.
"Jamie," I say trying to regain myself. Girl, you're slipping, I think to myself as I shake his hand. I glance down at his structured hands. His nails are actually clean. My nails are never clean on weekdays. Not that I care about my nails, it's just that it's hard to attract a guy when you have more dirt under your nails than Yosemite. I shake his hand for what feels like an eternity. We pull our hands away and I look down.
"Yeah, Dom just moved here from, NYC.........we....um...used to date....you know when I moved back to the city after high school," Letty tells me smiling. He smiles bashfully and looks down. His eyelashes put Tammy Faye to shame. She playfully nudges him with her elbow. "He's gonna come over later.......if that's okay with you...," she trails off, half asking me, half telling me. I have to explain. Letty is staying with me until she can find another place. Her boyfriend broke up with her about 3 weeks ago and left her with nowhere to live. Her family moved back to Brooklyn a year ago, so of course she's staying with me. Now, I know that may sound like I don't wont her staying with me, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. Besides the fact that she can cook better than Betty Crocker herself, I love her. She and Jess are my best buds, and I know that they'd die for me. Truth is I'd do the same for them. That's how we are. I've been without my family for the past few years, so my friends are my life. We're all we got. Jess offered her room and board at his place, but she opted for me due to the female factor. Jess was a little offended, but not really. Back to the question at hand.......are you kidding? I'm gonna have this man in my presence all night?
"Yeah, that's cool," I tell her still not letting on to the fact that I would have no problem jumping this guy's bone right here in this oil spot. She smiles. By now we're the only ones still standing. Everyone else, including Jesse, has returned to their jobs.
"Well, Dominic, if you'll follow me, we can be on our way, and they can get back to work...," Morty glares at Let and me.
"Nice to meet you," he nods. My legs almost collapse from under me and my heart rate increases as.....Dom...walks away. I nod to him, not being able to form actual words at the moment. What the hell is wrong with me? Once he's out of sight I smack myself on the forehead and then I pinch Letty's arm.
"Ahhh!.....what!?" she asks confused. I point in the direction that Dom and Morty walked off in. "Ohhhhhh.......yeah....he's hot isn't he?.......he's changed a lot since I saw him last though," she tells me grinning. I just shake my head and return to the painting room. I don't like it when guys effect me like this. I don't like not being in control of my.........my heart....beat. I return all systems to normal, meaning, putting the stereo, my apron, and goggles back on. I pick up the gun and go back to trying to achieve an even coat on the test cardboard. Great.....my fucking hand is shaking again. I have bad nerves. I reach in my pocket and pull out a pill. I grab a bottle of water and down the nerve pills that are supposed to calm me. Now, I have to explain again. I'm a mellow person by nature, but I have this nerve disease that I cant even fucking pronounce.
It causes my right hand to shake when I get nervous or a little anxious. It's a bitch to deal with, but it ain't life threatening or nothing. I just can't paint until the meds kick in. It sucks cause when I forget to take the drugs, this happens. I have to stand here for at least half an hour and wait for my fucking hand to stop shaking. I put the gun down and hop up on the counter. I grab an old issue of Import Tuner and flip through. Letty always gets with the best looking guys. They're usually assholes, but they look good. Like her last boyfriend, the one that kicked her out, was beautiful. He was Latin. He had brown silky hair, beautiful skin, brown eyes, and an accent that could cut through butter. The only thing was that he knew it. He was so damn conceited, he needed an extra seat on flights just for his ego. She found the bastard fucking on the kitchen island. Actually, we found him fucking on the kitchen island. We came in from shopping and there we were greeted by 'oh's' and 'ah's' coming from the stovetop. Letty went flip mode and I helped her beat the bitch out the front door followed by her clothes. It wasn't like brutal or nothing, but she got the message. Paco, I swear that's his actual birth name, tried to explain how he was just too handsome to be with one woman. Of course Letty went off again, but she took care of him alone that time. Given her history with men, I figure Dom is an asshole too, but I wonder why she was so happy to see him. I guess I'll find out tonight. Even if he is an asshole, at least I'll have some eye candy for the evening.
Ok.....everybody tell me what you think. Be honest, I have pretty tough skin, and I need the advice. Should I continue?.......Should I keep my skanky hands off the fucking keyboard? Let me know, and if there are any questions or something let me know. I love you guys! Oh and I sure am glad ff.net got it back together!
~Andie