Dominique collapsed onto the couch at the garage as soon as she arrived. Argueing with Michael-Xavier had taken all of her energy and she found herself pondering the situation. Carolina and him broke up, making them both single. Since Dominique didn't have a boyfriend she could easily become his girlfriend and Carolina could find a new boyfriend right? NO! She yelled at herself mentally. It wouldn't be fair to Carolina for me to get with her ex-boyfriend right after they broke up! Sighing deeply she rose from the couch and ran a hand through her hair. Pulling her pair of coveralls on she strode out into the garage where Vince was hard at work. He only glanced at her as she joined him in the work.

Silence engulfed them as they worked tirelessly. Vince didn't talk much and most times Dominique was so tired of talking that silence was welcome to her. So when they worked, silence was their bestfriend. Dropping the wrench Dominique reached down to pick it up, straightening up she bumped her head on the car. She yelped as she clutched at her head, dropping the wrench onto her foot this time. Hopping around comically she held her head with one hand and her foot with the other. Yelling out explicatives in spanish she fell onto her bottom on the cold floor of the garage. From his place ducked under the car Vince started chuckling before pushing his way out from under the car.

"Y'okay Angel?" He asked her already knowing the answer. Dominique glared at his use of her middle name. Her full name was Dominique Angela Toretto, giving her the same initials as her father, whose full name was Dominic Antonio Toretto. The coincedance was not lost upon them and it disturbed Dominique greatly on occasion.

"Ya think?" She asked harshly. Vince's deep chuckle as he reached down to help her up irritated her more. "Sirva Vince, yo piensan a veces que su madre le cayó en su cabeza cuando usted era un bebé." He chuckled more at her statement and carried her to the couch. She struggled in his arms, claiming that she could still walk and he didn't need to carry her.

"I know you can walk, but sometimes it makes me feel more like a man to carry you around like you're helpless." They both chuckled at his joke and Dominique let him carry her to the couch with out a fuss. Vince put an ice bag from the make shift kitchen onto her head where she bumped it on the car and took her boot off to see her foot.

"I don't think my foot is injured seriously V, all I did was drop a wrench on it hombre." Vince looked up at her and smiled before tickling her foot.

"I know I know, bu'cher momma might not feel the same way 'bout that." They both smiled broadly before Vince helped her off the couch. "So, tell me what's got'chu all wrapped up in thought that you're careless." They didn't discuss things much so his willingness to talk about Dominique's problems caught her off guard.

"Do you really wanna know?" She asked with an eyebrow cocked.

"Yeah, we don't talk much anymore." Dominique shrugged and told him her tale. It felt so good to tell somebody, and to have somebody talk to her about it.

Hombre, Man

"And now I'm just so tied about everything, I mean Carolina is my best friend, how can I disrespect her like that and just take up her sloppy seconds?" The terminology made Vince wince (A/N I couldn't think of a better word!) but he nodded his head.

"I get what you're sayin', I'm gonna tell ya know Angel, I'm not the best at givin' advice, I'd take this sorta stuff to either Mia or Dom." He ran his hand over her head, messing up her hair. She swatted at his hand and smiled her thanks at him.

"Gracias hombre, I don't know what I'd do without you."

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Carolina plopped herself down on the beach chair that she had set out in the yard, careful to not spill her soda. Sipping at her coke she relaxed herself against the soft folds of the chair. Taking off her sunglasses she closed her eyes against the bright sun and placed her coke down so she could get a tan. It was close to summer but she wanted to have a tan for the last day of school, she considered that time the best time to catch up with all the hott guys at school. Ignoring the sound of an approaching bicycle she breathed deeply of the sweet air.

"Excuse me Miss." The soft, polite voice was directed towards her and she pulled her sunglasses on so she could see him. She was expecting perhaps some stuck up rich boy wearing a suit maybe, or an older man with nothing better to do other than pester the neighbors but she was pleasantly surprised. He had black hair that was slicked back slightly, but there were a few loose strands hanging around his face. He had a lean build, and he was really tall.

"¿Hola señor, puedo ayudarle?" Carolina hoped the 'I don't speak any English' trick worked on him.

"¿Esperanzadamente usted puede, es Dominique casero?" His excellent Spanish made her feel very out of place. Sighing she nodded her head.

"No, she left for the garage a bit ago." Her answer must have left him baffled because he stared at the house in confusion. "The garage is where we work on all the cars, it's five blocks from here, called DT Auto."

"Thank you Miss...?" Realizing he wanted to know her name she figured it wouldn't do any harm.

"Carolina O'Conner."

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translations

Sirva Vince, yo piensan a veces que su madre le cayó en su cabeza cuando usted era un bebé, Man Vince, sometimes I think your mother dropped you on your head when you were a baby.

¿Hola señor, puedo ayudarle, Hello Mister, may I help you?

¿Esperanzadamente usted puede, es Dominique casero? Hopefully you can, is Dominique home?

(A/N) Short chapter I know and I'm sorry. I would've gone on for much longer but it hit 12:30 and momma said get your lazy bum in bed! Gosh, the life of a teenager. Grrrrrr. Well, hope y'all liked that chapter! Review review review! -Sabeybaby