Chapter 14 Movie Night
Letty sat in a coffee house on the rich side of Los Angeles; she was going through college applications, she had decided to start in the spring semester. "God, what the hell am I gonna do with my life?" Letty asked herself aloud.
"Don't let silly question like that rack you brain, beautiful," a male voice replied.
Letty looked up to see non other than a blonde haired blue-eyed rich boy, (not Bryan!) standing in front of her. "That was a rhetorical question," Letty replied, her temper beginning to become uncontrollable.
"But I'm giving you the answer, what you need is a rich, successful husband who will give you everything you could ever dream of, and that just happens to be me."
"Oh, you? A white boy who lives off of the money his father and grandfather broke their backs over? The rich snobby white boy who spends his fathers hard earned money on hookers, cars and jewelry? Sorry, that's not my type of man."
"But I'm every girls type!"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who?"
"The daughter of the NBA player Osvaldo Gonzales, and the WNBA player Danny Gonzales, so believe me, you are not my type. Get out!!"
"Okay, bye."
"Damn white boys, ain't got no lives."
Letty didn't know what to do, she missed everything in Hawaii; she collected her papers and headed out to her car. She got in and headed to the one place where she always found peace.the beach. She pulled over on the side of the road; she walked the rest of the way to the beach. She sat down in the warm, golden sand, relaxing. She laid down in the warm sand, and put on her sunglasses. Movie night? What do you actually do at a movie night? Letty thought to herself.
Letty knocked on the Toretto's front door, Mia opened the door, "Hey, you're just in time. They're still trying to figure out what movie to see," Mia said letting her in.
"Who's winning?" Letty questioned.
"No one yet, but I can tell you who's gonna win."
"Who?"
"Vince and Dom."
"What are we watching?"
"True lies of life which ever."
"And the other choice?"
"Well, Jesse wants to watch Blue Crush."
"Lets watch Blue Crush!"
"Let, you are so not gonna win!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Alright, for what?"
"If I win you can't dress all girly for a week."
"Fine, but if I win you have to dress all girly for a week and I choose everything you wear."
"Deal, better lock up your clothes, shoes and make-up."
"I don't think so, Leticia."
"Guys!" Letty shouted stepping between them. "Why don't we just watch Blue Crush?"
"Why? It's a total chick flick," Vince protested.
"Do you even know what its about?"
"No."
"There are women in bikinis surfing."
"Really?" Leon, Vince and Dom asked together, eyes as bright as a Christmas tree.
"Yeah."
"Lets watch it," Vince said.
"Fuck!" Mia shouted.
"I win, better start locking up." Letty said slyly.
Dom put the movie in and sat next to Letty; when Michelle Rodriguez came on everyone's eyes were on Letty, "It's not me!!" Letty shouted, then added. "It's Michelle Rodriguez!!"
"She looks like you," Jesse said.
"Yeah, well, Chad Linburg looks like you and you don't hear me bringing it up."
"Alright, calm down."
Vince was glued to screen; of course no one was surprised. When the movie finished Vince looked over at Letty and asked, "Is surfing a good way to meet women?"
"Yeah, if you can actually surf, but its also a good way to meet guys," Letty replied.
"Really?" Mia asked.
"How hard is it to learn to surf?" Vince asked not caring much about Mia.
"I ain't teaching you."
"Why?"
"Cuz, you only want to learn so you can get women."
"So?"
"Surfing is an art, you have to be committed to it body and soul. It becomes part of who you are; the ocean becomes your spirit. It becomes your life, you risk everything for it. Some people die for it; it's a dangerous sport. For most people it's like a religion, they go all over the world chasing after the perfect wave. I'm not gonna teach you; you don't teach someone to surf to meet guys or girls, you do it because you love it," Letty replied, her voice filled with passion and devotion.
"Okay, sorry for asking."
"I've got to go anyways," she said getting up.
"I'll walk you home," Dom said following her.
"Sure," Letty said, waiting for him.
They walked out the door and headed for Letty's house. "Sorry about what Vince said back at the house, he can be such a jackass," Dom said breaking the silence.
"The word jackass is tattooed on his forehead, you can't miss it," Letty replied.
"Hey, Letty?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you teach me to surf?"
Letty stopped in her tracks, "If you want to."
"No, when I heard you talk about it, and I heard all the passion in your voice; I just had this feeling."
"Alright, but you have to take this completely serious."
"Got ya."
"How's tomorrow for you?"
"I'm working."
"I mean in the morning."
"Oh, its okay."
"Five am sharp, be ready."
"Five am?"
"Yeah, you have to train first, Toretto."
"Oh, okay."
"See ya then," she said, opening her front door.
"Yeah, bye."
"And be on time," she added before closing the door.
Letty sat in a coffee house on the rich side of Los Angeles; she was going through college applications, she had decided to start in the spring semester. "God, what the hell am I gonna do with my life?" Letty asked herself aloud.
"Don't let silly question like that rack you brain, beautiful," a male voice replied.
Letty looked up to see non other than a blonde haired blue-eyed rich boy, (not Bryan!) standing in front of her. "That was a rhetorical question," Letty replied, her temper beginning to become uncontrollable.
"But I'm giving you the answer, what you need is a rich, successful husband who will give you everything you could ever dream of, and that just happens to be me."
"Oh, you? A white boy who lives off of the money his father and grandfather broke their backs over? The rich snobby white boy who spends his fathers hard earned money on hookers, cars and jewelry? Sorry, that's not my type of man."
"But I'm every girls type!"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who?"
"The daughter of the NBA player Osvaldo Gonzales, and the WNBA player Danny Gonzales, so believe me, you are not my type. Get out!!"
"Okay, bye."
"Damn white boys, ain't got no lives."
Letty didn't know what to do, she missed everything in Hawaii; she collected her papers and headed out to her car. She got in and headed to the one place where she always found peace.the beach. She pulled over on the side of the road; she walked the rest of the way to the beach. She sat down in the warm, golden sand, relaxing. She laid down in the warm sand, and put on her sunglasses. Movie night? What do you actually do at a movie night? Letty thought to herself.
Letty knocked on the Toretto's front door, Mia opened the door, "Hey, you're just in time. They're still trying to figure out what movie to see," Mia said letting her in.
"Who's winning?" Letty questioned.
"No one yet, but I can tell you who's gonna win."
"Who?"
"Vince and Dom."
"What are we watching?"
"True lies of life which ever."
"And the other choice?"
"Well, Jesse wants to watch Blue Crush."
"Lets watch Blue Crush!"
"Let, you are so not gonna win!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Alright, for what?"
"If I win you can't dress all girly for a week."
"Fine, but if I win you have to dress all girly for a week and I choose everything you wear."
"Deal, better lock up your clothes, shoes and make-up."
"I don't think so, Leticia."
"Guys!" Letty shouted stepping between them. "Why don't we just watch Blue Crush?"
"Why? It's a total chick flick," Vince protested.
"Do you even know what its about?"
"No."
"There are women in bikinis surfing."
"Really?" Leon, Vince and Dom asked together, eyes as bright as a Christmas tree.
"Yeah."
"Lets watch it," Vince said.
"Fuck!" Mia shouted.
"I win, better start locking up." Letty said slyly.
Dom put the movie in and sat next to Letty; when Michelle Rodriguez came on everyone's eyes were on Letty, "It's not me!!" Letty shouted, then added. "It's Michelle Rodriguez!!"
"She looks like you," Jesse said.
"Yeah, well, Chad Linburg looks like you and you don't hear me bringing it up."
"Alright, calm down."
Vince was glued to screen; of course no one was surprised. When the movie finished Vince looked over at Letty and asked, "Is surfing a good way to meet women?"
"Yeah, if you can actually surf, but its also a good way to meet guys," Letty replied.
"Really?" Mia asked.
"How hard is it to learn to surf?" Vince asked not caring much about Mia.
"I ain't teaching you."
"Why?"
"Cuz, you only want to learn so you can get women."
"So?"
"Surfing is an art, you have to be committed to it body and soul. It becomes part of who you are; the ocean becomes your spirit. It becomes your life, you risk everything for it. Some people die for it; it's a dangerous sport. For most people it's like a religion, they go all over the world chasing after the perfect wave. I'm not gonna teach you; you don't teach someone to surf to meet guys or girls, you do it because you love it," Letty replied, her voice filled with passion and devotion.
"Okay, sorry for asking."
"I've got to go anyways," she said getting up.
"I'll walk you home," Dom said following her.
"Sure," Letty said, waiting for him.
They walked out the door and headed for Letty's house. "Sorry about what Vince said back at the house, he can be such a jackass," Dom said breaking the silence.
"The word jackass is tattooed on his forehead, you can't miss it," Letty replied.
"Hey, Letty?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you teach me to surf?"
Letty stopped in her tracks, "If you want to."
"No, when I heard you talk about it, and I heard all the passion in your voice; I just had this feeling."
"Alright, but you have to take this completely serious."
"Got ya."
"How's tomorrow for you?"
"I'm working."
"I mean in the morning."
"Oh, its okay."
"Five am sharp, be ready."
"Five am?"
"Yeah, you have to train first, Toretto."
"Oh, okay."
"See ya then," she said, opening her front door.
"Yeah, bye."
"And be on time," she added before closing the door.