Disclaimer: Nope.... don't own anything of Fast and the Furious or 2Fast2Furious

A/N: It took me a while to figure out how this chapter should go. So I hope you like the finished product.

Chapter 3

Dirty Dishes and Family

Brian rolled out of bed lazily to stand up and stretch. Last night he had stayed up late breaking in the swimming pool with Nate and Sean. The bathroom was empty and he jumped in the shower and shut the thick green curtain. Just before he turned on the water a knock came from Jess' door.

"Yeah?" he called.

"Brian? Can I brush my teeth super fast! I won't peek. I promise!" she pleaded. He could just picture her out there holding her toothbrush. He shook his head.

"Sure," he turned on the hot water and a blast of cold showered him.

"What the hell!" he yelled out when the water didn't change. He poked his head out to see Jess looking back at him with an eyebrow raised. He couldn't help but stare at her; she looked like she was five years younger. Her hair was put back into pigtails, two pieces of hair framing her cute face. She wore a wife beater and a worn pair of bib overalls with the straps undone so the overalls were just resting on her hips. Most of the bottom part of the wife beater was cut off to show off her stomach. She was bare foot and her toenails were painted with French tips. He groaned silently when his eyes traveled back up and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

"What's wrong?" she asked confused.

"Did you…" he cleared out his throat, his voice husky. "Did you just take a shower?" she nodded her head yes.

"You took all the hot water!" he yelled in frustration even though it was probably a good thing that he was being sprayed with cold water at that moment. She smiled evilly.

"No, I take cold showers for your information," she started brushing her teeth.

"Why?" he asked confused. She spit out a bunch of toothpaste.

"Ok, this isn't a place for a conversation, but if you had 8 brothers and sisters, you'd take cold showers too," she put her toothbrush back in her mouth and finished brushing. Brian went back to his shower, thinking about anything to try to get his mind of the girl in the bathroom with him.

"Here maybe this will help," he heard her saying. He wondered what she meant but he found out soon enough. Before she left, she flushed the toilet.

"Holy Fuck!" was all Jess heard as she left with a huge smile on her face. She made her way down stairs the smell of waffles met her nose.

"Hmmm, who's cookin'?" she asked making her way into the kitchen.

"I did, help yourself," Sean said. She saw Sean pouring the last of the batter into the waffle iron at the counter. Sean was a smaller guy. He was about 5'7" and skinny but he had muscles to speak of. He had bleach blonde hair that was shaved close to his head and hazel eyes.

"Hey thanks," she smiled happily. She filled her plate with waffles and syrup and sat at the small sun table with Roman who was already chowing down on waffles of his own. Jess looked at Rome out of the corner of her eyes and shrugged mentally. She grabbed a fork and a knife and started eating.

"These are good! What's in em'?" Jess looked up at Sean as he sat down himself to join them in eating his mast piece.

"An old family recipe, so if I told you I'd have to kill you," he joked.

"Or try," Roman snorted. Jess shot Rome a look that could kill.

"What?" Jess snapped annoyed, her usually light and cheerful tone replaced with a sharp edge to her voice.

"Well I'm betting you could beat his ass without trying," he shrugged standing up. He brought his empty plate to the sink and turned back to an irritated Jess.

"Ok then," Jess said calmly. "When we're finished eating, you can do dishes," she smiled sweetly at Rome.

"I'm not cleaning up after you," he laughed.

"Seeing as how I can 'beat your ass,' I think you should," her sweet expression non-existent at the moment.

"Ok then we'll settle this on the practice track!" he demanded.

"You want me to race you?" she asked confused.

"Hell yes!" Rome spat. Jess just rolled her eyes and stood up from the table.

"Loser does dishes for a month," Rome wagered. The two shook hands in a professional manner.

"Deal," Jess agreed. Jess went to her Eclipse and got in and Roman went to his 3000GT. The two cars gleamed in the morning sun. The black pavement of the track already started to blur from the developing heat.

"You know I love that car," Jess admired. "Did Eben give it to you?"

"Yeah," Rome answered blankly. She was up to something, but he didn't have the time to figure out what it was.

"Just wondering," she shrugged and looked out on the straight track course. She could barley see Sean who was at the end to determine the winner. All the boys were awake and lined up to watch the race. She looked over at Brian who still had a sour face from the shower incident. She waved at him with an innocent smile. Nate walked out to the started line. He was still clad in his pajama pants and he had no shirt on to reveal his rock hard stomach. He was very tall and very skinny, dark skinned, black curly hair and rich, almost black brown eyes.

"Ok gentlemen… and well, Lady," Nate started. "On the count of 3, go. 1…2…3 GO!" Nate yelled and threw down his hand.

The two cars jumped from the staring line, as Jess pulled into first. By only shifting to second gear she left Roman far behind. The quarter mile track went by slower than usual but she still flew past the finish line. She slowed after crossing the finish line and did a U-turn not even stopping for Rome as he finished a second later.

"Damn, what is in that car?" Rome asked after he made his way back down the track and pulled his car over and got out.

"The better question is, did you look under the hood of yours?" Jess was extremely annoyed that her first race in a year wasn't even worth it. Rome looked like she had just hit him with a rocket scientist question. Jess sighed in frustration and threw her hands in the hair.

"Well, let me tell you something. The engine Eben puts in his "gift" cars are nothing but crap. He wants you to put in your own stuff, so he can see your style. You should have realized that or at least learned how to run it," she practically lectured. She walked back in the house swinging her keys on her finger.

"She would have lost…" Rome started to say but before he could finish Jess stuck her head out the door.

"And Rome! Wash the dishes before we get ants," Jess called in a sickly sweet voice. Brian could see the anger rise in Rome as all the guys had a good laugh. Jess walked to her room in an even worse mood than Rome. Just as she walked in her room her personal cell phone rang. She walked over to her nightstand and picked up the small silver phone.

"Burger King, home of the whopper. What's your beef?" she answered smoothly.

"J!" an urgent voice yelled, "when you coming home?! Brandon's food sucks." The voice of her four-year-old brother whined over the speaker of the phone. Jess tilted her head and sat on her bed.

"Jack, don't say that word, you know I hate it. Now why would you say something like that?" she asked sincerely to her brother.

"Because his food really does suc… stink," Jack corrected himself.

"Hey J?" Brandon said as he took the phone. "Listen I'm taking the kids to come visit. Not all of them, most of 'em are at Auntie Helen's anyhow. So I'll be there in like 20. Bye," with that he hung up the phone. Slowly she pressed 'end' on her phone. Jess stood in her room unsure of what to do till she felt someone in her doorway. She looked back to see Rome. He looked like he wasn't sure what he was going to say.

"Hey, you know I'm going to get you to race me again when I got the right gear?" he said seriously but playful all the same. Jess smiled back at him.

"You better believe it buddy."

He nodded and went to his room leaving Jess alone once again.

Brian sat at the computer in the living room checking his e-mail. Dom was in the over sized chair half a sleep like he was last time and the other boys were playing with the foosball table. Jess sat on the couch looking over some notes she had written in her notebook about different things for her car and other cars.

"What's happenin Jess…" the voice of her brother Brandon interrupted the silence. Jess looked up to see her Brandon walk though the living room and into the kitchen. Soon to follow were a few of her siblings. Her youngest brother Jack came running up to her with his arms wide open ready to attack her with a hug.

"J, did you make me something to eat?" he asked throwing himself into her arms. Jess smirked a little. Jack was a spitting image of his brother Brandon. He had shiny, thick, stick straight black hair, but unlike Brandon, Jack had Jess' blazing blue eyes, which they got from their father. Jack had his brother's serious expression. Someday he'd grown to his same height at 5'11" and his same broad shoulders. But for now he was still just a miniature Brandon dressed like him and everything.

"No, but…"

"Who are those people?" he interrupted pulling away and pointing to all the guys.

"Well Jack, that is Brian," Brian turned in the swivel chair and gave a little wave.

"That's Dom over there," Jack ran away from Jess and over to Dom.

"You don't look happy," Jack pointed out looking up at Dom with his head slightly tilted.

"Jack!" Jess hissed and Jack came running back.

"Nate, Sean, Tyler, this is my brother Jack." They all turned from their game and nodded.

"Um, then we have Jeff and Jessica," Jess went on to her two other siblings that came. Jeff looked like Jess with blonde hair and blue eyes with the same small nose and bigger lower lip. Jessica was truly a stunning image. She stood at about 5'5" with the body of a goddess. Her already developed breasts were squeezed into what looked like the smallest tank top she could find and her shapely tan legs were exposed in the tight mini denim skirt she wore. Her jet-black hair flowed all the way down in back in a smooth waterfall of hair and her chocolate brown eyes scanned the room around her.

"Wait," Brian interrupted. "You're both named Jessica?" Brian asked standing up and looking from Jess to Jessica.

"Oh gees, this is were it gets confusing. Well my middle name is Jessica. Everyone called me by my middle name before the "real" Jessica was born. Of course nobody could break the habit of calling me Jess, so we call Jessica by her middle name, Ann. I know this is super confusing but you'll get it," Jess tried to explain.

"Don't worry, just forget my first name is Jessica and just think Ann," Ann said with a wink as she walked up to Brian. Jess rolled her eyes at her sisters' flirtatious behavior. Brian didn't look like he knew what to do.

"Ann, you're 14, so knock it off," Jess ordered quite strictly. Ann turned around in one quick motion and gave her sister a start of death similar to her own.

"I hate you J! I mean what about you!" Ann yelled and stormed off in no particular direction.

"What about me!" Jess screamed back in a warning voice. This made Ann stop dead in her tracks and turn around with an evil smile on her face. Jess stood her ground and was ready to pounce. The whole room got an uneasy feeling at the sisterly love spread.

"Yes, let's talk about you," Ann laughed. "Lets talk about how your soooo much older than me! You shouldn't even talk Miss eig…" Jess now tackled her to the ground, using all her strength not to beat the living shit out of her. Now Dom sat up higher in his chair and the guys stopped their game. Brandon came back in the room with a huge sandwich.

"Jesus Christ you two!" he ripped Jess off Ann with his free hand. Jess' hair slightly messed up now.

"Jess, I'm still hungry," Jack's small voice broke the silence as he tugged at Jess' overalls causing them to go down even lower on her hips. Brian quickly looked away. With one quick snatch, Jess took the last half of Brandon's sandwich and gave it to Jack. Jess hiked up her overalls a bit and threw herself on the couch. She had a sour look on her face but she seemed to lighten up at bit when Jack came and cuddled up to her on the couch taking a huge bite out of the sandwich half.

"Ann what the hell did I tell you before we even walked in the door?" Brandon said in his fatherly voice. Ann sighed.

"To get along with J," Ann hissed trying to stay calm.

"Right, now say you're sorry," Brandon instructed and attempted to get back his sandwich, but he failed as Jess swatted Brandon. Ann still just stood there with a look of utter disgust on her face.

"FUCK this!" Ann continued yelling.

"Language!" Jess spat. " I don't care," but she was she was cut off.

"Language my ass, your only eighteen and you were swearing sense I was born," Ann had let out before Jess could even blink. Jess sat horror struck as all eyes turned towards her. Here comes the questions, Jess thought. Sure enough, everyone spoke at once.

"You're how old?"
"Damn!"

"I thought so," were some of their first reactions.

::New AN:: Yeah! Yet another revision! I think that's 2 in one day! Go me! Peace out