Note : This story occurs approximately one and a half or two years after the first movie and maybe a couple months after the second. This story shall only beseven chapters long and has no real problems or dilemmasfor the characters to face aside from everyday things (Granted thatsuch things include bubblegum, crowbars, underwear, and lasagna).A few of the events and original characters are based off real life, mainly because reality tends to be sarcastic. The two characters mentioned in this prologue are two of the four original characters I've made up for this story. It takes place in Florida, because thats where I live and that's what I know.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters from The Fast and the Furious or the sequel, although like most of you I wish I did.
The Definition of Normality
Prologue : Bubblegum
Somewhere in the relatively large expanse of land just south of Daytona, someone concentrated on snapping a piece of chewing gum. The gum in question wasstrawberry flavored and had been purchased with a quarter from one of those giant gum-ball machines that could usually be found at the mall. It was starting to taste more and more like card board and less and less like red dye number five, plus there was a slight achy feeling in the jaw area that develops from chewing too much and too often over a long period of time.
A bubble was blown, just to emphasize the point.
The owner of the gum was standing at a bus drop-off approximately three hundred feet away from the parking lot of the locally run equivalent of a K-mart and was staring at a particular car. Said automobile happened to be a Nineteen-Ninety-Five Ford Mustang complete with all accessories as could be purchased for ten grand. It was, incidently, orange with one thick black racing stripe running down the middle and a few custom painted black rounded check marks on the doors. It had the look of a car that had been washed just yesterday and whose driver had the intent of showing off in order to attract the flirtations of the opposite gender and the jealousy of the same.
The sliding glass doors of the store slid open and into view ambled the tall and rather lanky figure of a kid who had just within the past month passed the two point one decade mark and was disappointed in the fact that alcohol was now legal. He was maybe three and a half inches shorter than the door he had just stepped through and sported an uneven mop of dirty blonde curls on his head. There was a slight shadowy growth on his face, though not enough to actually fit within the definition of facial hair though definitely enough to let everyone know that, if he wanted to, he could shave. The guy was probably good looking enough to get more than a few second glances and maybe a third, provided his entire wardrobe consisted of generic shirts and jeans like what he was currently wearing. There was more than likely a chance that he'd used his intelligence long enough to pay attention to the fact that many a person becomes outclassed by their own clothes.
He pulled a key ring from his pocket rather awkwardly, like he wasn't used to the size and shape of the keys or the way they snagged on his belt. From the opposite pocket he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and snapped them on, now giving himself the appearance of an egocentric and possibly self-obsessed jack ass, the kind that usually cuts people off. He then unlocked the car, casually tossing the plastic bag containing whatever items he'd purchased from the afore mentioned store onto the passenger seat before climbing in himself.
The door slammed shut after he had gathered all his various limbs inside the compartment and soon thereafter the engine revved, calling for the attention of two overly tanned bikini topped passersby. They glanced, flashing Clorox smiles and flicking strands of sun-bleached hair out of the way so they could giggle at the car as it pulled, tires squealing inexpertly, out of the parking lot.
The bubble popped.