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Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By the time she's sixteen, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn it into an entire story.
Letty's POV
I was just waiting to wake up, find out that it had all been a dream. I just couldn't believe Dom actually loved me, me of all people. I walked around the house, smiling for days. Unable to keep my hands off of him, I often found myself dragging him into the bedroom or into the back of the garage. We were so happy, like one big happy family. I knew this was what I had been waiting for my whole life, this feeling, love. A few weeks later, Max died of lung cancer and we all went to his funeral. It really hit us all hard since he was our boss but more like another father to us. In his will he left the garage to us, and we began to restock it and take care of all the business matters. The boys put up a DT sign out front, but customers began to dwindle.
Mia worked hard, bless her heart, working eight hours a day at the store and then coming home and cooking and cleaning. We all tried to help her out around the house as much as possible. Finally, things started getting better, money started coming in regularly. Work at the garage was all right and Dom and I were perfect. That's when things started to change. Every once in awhile, a really supped up car, covered in decals, would come in. The engines were amazing and the cars even drove with NOS. Now NOS was only something you read about and found in drag racers as far as I knew, so I knew there was something off. "Dom?" I asked one night as we lay in bed, "Where do those guys get that shit?"
"What shit, Letty?" he sounded annoyed at being disturbed.
"Their NOS."
"I don't know."
"Why do they need all that shit under their hoods? I mean those are some pretty powerful engines."
"Letty," he sighed, "Can't we talk about this tomorrow?"
"Okay," I gave up my questions and just went to sleep. The next morning, when I got to the garage, Dom was already gone. I got busy under the hood of an old Baretta while the boys fixed something on V's Maxima. I had been using Dom's Accord while he was in prison, but now that he was home, I was shit out of luck as far as a set of wheels went. Mia had bought some Integra from a friend of hers that had gotten a new car before college. Poor Mia, she couldn't even go away to college. She had to take courses at a community college.
About three hours later, a black Civic pulled into the garage. It was a nice looking car, Oriental designs, and powerful sounding engine. There was money under that hood. Dom opened the passenger's door and got out and a tall Asian guy slid out from behind the wheel. "Letty, Leon, Vince," Dom said pointing at each one of us, "This is Johnny Tran, he's gonna be helping me build my new street racer."
"What?" I asked letting the new fan belt slip from my hands.
"My new car. I was thinking about a RX-7," Dom was giddy with excitement. This Johnny guy was looking around the shop, Vince's eyes bore deep into the Asian. Now, usually, Vince was an excellent judge of character when he was sober, and by the looks of it, he thought Tran meant trouble. I picked up the belt and went back to work as Tran and Dom went into the office to talk.
"Yo, dawg," Leon said to Vince, "What do you think bought him?"
"He smells dirty to me," Vince huffed, Leon nodding in agreement, "The fool looks like trouble." I didn't want to jump to conclusions about Johnny just yet; I didn't even know him. I supposed, since Dom liked him, he was alright. I was busy wondering if Dom would give me his Accord, when they came out of the office.
"See ya tomorrow, Tran," Dom called as Tran got in his car and pulled away.
"So what's going on?" Vince wiped his face with a rag.
"Well," Dom cleared his throat, "Tran's gonna get me the special performance parts and shit I need for the car and I'll give him the money for it."
Leon piped up, "Why don't you just get them yourself?"
"Johnny's got contacts for this kind of shit. He says he can get it for me at a really good deal, better than at any auto parts store"
"Well, Dom," I didn't like where this was heading, "It's your car."
Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By the time she's sixteen, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
A/n Ok I liked where my song fic was headed so I decided this is going to dig deeper into that plot and turn it into an entire story.
Letty's POV
I was just waiting to wake up, find out that it had all been a dream. I just couldn't believe Dom actually loved me, me of all people. I walked around the house, smiling for days. Unable to keep my hands off of him, I often found myself dragging him into the bedroom or into the back of the garage. We were so happy, like one big happy family. I knew this was what I had been waiting for my whole life, this feeling, love. A few weeks later, Max died of lung cancer and we all went to his funeral. It really hit us all hard since he was our boss but more like another father to us. In his will he left the garage to us, and we began to restock it and take care of all the business matters. The boys put up a DT sign out front, but customers began to dwindle.
Mia worked hard, bless her heart, working eight hours a day at the store and then coming home and cooking and cleaning. We all tried to help her out around the house as much as possible. Finally, things started getting better, money started coming in regularly. Work at the garage was all right and Dom and I were perfect. That's when things started to change. Every once in awhile, a really supped up car, covered in decals, would come in. The engines were amazing and the cars even drove with NOS. Now NOS was only something you read about and found in drag racers as far as I knew, so I knew there was something off. "Dom?" I asked one night as we lay in bed, "Where do those guys get that shit?"
"What shit, Letty?" he sounded annoyed at being disturbed.
"Their NOS."
"I don't know."
"Why do they need all that shit under their hoods? I mean those are some pretty powerful engines."
"Letty," he sighed, "Can't we talk about this tomorrow?"
"Okay," I gave up my questions and just went to sleep. The next morning, when I got to the garage, Dom was already gone. I got busy under the hood of an old Baretta while the boys fixed something on V's Maxima. I had been using Dom's Accord while he was in prison, but now that he was home, I was shit out of luck as far as a set of wheels went. Mia had bought some Integra from a friend of hers that had gotten a new car before college. Poor Mia, she couldn't even go away to college. She had to take courses at a community college.
About three hours later, a black Civic pulled into the garage. It was a nice looking car, Oriental designs, and powerful sounding engine. There was money under that hood. Dom opened the passenger's door and got out and a tall Asian guy slid out from behind the wheel. "Letty, Leon, Vince," Dom said pointing at each one of us, "This is Johnny Tran, he's gonna be helping me build my new street racer."
"What?" I asked letting the new fan belt slip from my hands.
"My new car. I was thinking about a RX-7," Dom was giddy with excitement. This Johnny guy was looking around the shop, Vince's eyes bore deep into the Asian. Now, usually, Vince was an excellent judge of character when he was sober, and by the looks of it, he thought Tran meant trouble. I picked up the belt and went back to work as Tran and Dom went into the office to talk.
"Yo, dawg," Leon said to Vince, "What do you think bought him?"
"He smells dirty to me," Vince huffed, Leon nodding in agreement, "The fool looks like trouble." I didn't want to jump to conclusions about Johnny just yet; I didn't even know him. I supposed, since Dom liked him, he was alright. I was busy wondering if Dom would give me his Accord, when they came out of the office.
"See ya tomorrow, Tran," Dom called as Tran got in his car and pulled away.
"So what's going on?" Vince wiped his face with a rag.
"Well," Dom cleared his throat, "Tran's gonna get me the special performance parts and shit I need for the car and I'll give him the money for it."
Leon piped up, "Why don't you just get them yourself?"
"Johnny's got contacts for this kind of shit. He says he can get it for me at a really good deal, better than at any auto parts store"
"Well, Dom," I didn't like where this was heading, "It's your car."