Letty's POV
When I finally awoke the next morning, I noticed that the breeze coming in from the window was slightly cold. Hmm, Dom must have left it open the night before. Turning my head, I noticed that he wasn't lying asleep next to me like usual. Doning some jeans and a shirt, I pulled up my hair and made my way down stairs. "Hey Mia," I yawned, walking into the kitchen and pouring some coffee, "Where is everyone?"
Looking over at me and shaking her head, she replied, "They all got up early and went out with that kid from last night. Probably went over to Racer's Edge, if you wanna go meet them." Mia shrugged her shoulders and went back to her physics work. Racer's Edge, huh? I guess I could make and appearance. Now, I just have to find my damn keys.
After searching high and low throughout the entire house, I finally managed to pull my keys out of an old cerel box next to the couch; no clue how they got there. As I headed for the door, I suddenly doubled over, feeling as though I was going to be sick. "Letty?" Mia called from the kitchen, "You okay." Without answering, I ran into the bathroom and threw up. Several agonizing moments later, I picked myself up off the floor and managed to brush my teeth.
There was a knock on the door, and then Mia pushed it open slowly. "You gonna be all right, girl?"she asked, handing me a cool rag.
"Yeah," I groaned, coming out of the tiny, floral bathroom, "I think I'm just gonna go lie down. Tell Dom to come wake me up when he gets home." She nodded, and I drug myself up the stairs and fell into bed.
A loud thumping from downstairs drew me out of my restless sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I looked toward the clock and realized that it was almost midnight. As I climbed out of our bed, I noticed the thumping was music; really loud music. What the hell were the boys doing? Sighing loudly as I noticed unfamiliar faces littering the hallway, I pushed my way downstairs through the hord of people, looking for Dom. I found him talking parts with that kid, Jesse, and some other chicos. Shaking off a day of sleep, I snaked my arms around Dom's middle. "And so I said to him," Dom laughed, obviously in the middle of a funny story, "You're gonna need a twenty-two for that, not a twenty!" I didn't find his comment comical, but I guessed you needed to hear more than the punch line to get it.
Feeling somewhat ignored, I playfully pinched his tummy, and he turned on me with a mischeveous grin. "Baby, I was in the middle of conversation," his voice was deep but whiny.
"Sounded like you were through with the joke to me, papi," I replied, sighing and stretching my arms up around his neck, "Why are all these people here?"
"Just a couple of guys we met over at the races. You know, aquaintences."
"Races?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow, "I thought you were gonna take me out there with you when you went."
"Baby," he moaned, "Let's not start this now, please, we have company. Besides, you were sleeping."
"Whatever," I shot back, walking off into the kitchen. Beer, beer, beer, was that all we had left in our fridge? Mia was gonna be so fucking pissed when she saw this mess. I searched around for a clean glass to get a drink, but all I could find was an old Disneyland mug in the very back of the cainet. I was just filling it up with a glass of water, when I heard a loud BANG! ring out over the music. People started screaming as I rushed out the door, yelling for Dom.