"You decent, Letty?" someone asked, pushing the door open a little.
"Yeah," I called out, sighing. I could hear the resignation in my voice - it would almost have been enough to piss me off if I wasn't so tired.
It was all just so fucking tiring.
Sitting up on the bed, I steeled myself for another bitching out – there was no way she was just gonna let this go, not after I blew her off at the races.
Couldn't blame her, really.
"Why're you hiding up here, Letty?" Jamie asked. "You scared of me or something?"
"I ain't scared of shit…" I muttered, my voice trembling a little, "and you…you are definitely not scary, Jamie."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" she asked, her words tumbling over each other.
"At first," I replied, my voice slowly gaining strength, "at first I didn't know if I could trust you. And then…I thought you'd act exactly the same way that you did."
"And how is that, exactly?" she asked. "Hurt that you didn't think I could keep my mouth shut? I've been telling you everything about my life…everything! And you…you've been keeping the most important part of yours a secret. You should've told me, Letty."
"I get that…I do," I explained. "But you just jumped all over me. I tried to get you to hold off, and you wouldn't. And right in the middle of the races, right in front of everybody…it wasn't exactly the place I wanted to lay out our whole story."
"And yeah…" I continued, "I should've told you before I was all over Dom. But I was so happy…I'm so damned happy with him. I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait long enough to tell you, and I couldn't explain right there at the races, and then…"
"And then the shit hit the fan?" Jamie interrupted me, smiling a little.
"Exactly," I answered, feeling relieved.
We just sat there quietly, for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. But somehow I knew that things were gonna be okay with us.
"I lied, y'know," I said after a while, breaking the silence when I got bored of staring at the ceiling.
"What now?" Jamie groaned, laughing a little.
"'Bout Vince. When I said he wasn't into you," I explained. "So you gonna make a move on him, or what?"
"Me?" Jamie practically squealed, before continuing. "Shouldn't he be the one making the moves? He is the guy after all…"
"Yeah sure…" I snorted, "if you don't mind waitin' for him to figure out what to do with you - you're not like the girls he's used to y'know."
"So, what?" she asked, "I'm supposed to start running around in practically nothing?"
"That's not what I said," I replied. "Just that V doesn't know what to do with you. He knows you're not like that…so he's waiting to see what you do."
"Well…" she started, slowly, "doesn't mean I couldn't tease him a little bit, right? You got any clothes I could change into? Show some more skin?"
"Sure do," I laughed, turning to rummage through Dom's closet. "I'm pretty sure that skirt got left over here, last time I wore it…" I muttered, practically to myself, just shoving clothes out of my way.
"So…how long did it take for you and Dom, to…y'know?" Jamie asked, quietly.
"To do what?" I questioned, not exactly sure where she was going with this.
"Well…y'know…" she mumbled, "when did you fall in love with him?"
"Shit," I answered, stopping to think for a minute, remembering back to before Mr. Toretto was gone. "I've loved him since I was…'bout eleven…somewhere in there."
"And you just got with him a year ago?" Jamie asked, her voice getting higher.
"Well, shit!" I exclaimed, almost laughing at her reaction, "it's not like he was gonna get with me when I was eleven and he was fifteen!"
I was going to continue explaining, but Jamie shrieked, interrupting me, "He's that old?"
"Well how old did you think he was?" I asked her, busting out laughing.
"Is Vince that old?" she asked, her voice pitching even higher.
"Yep," I answered, almost looking forward to her reaction. "V's just 'bout six months younger…one of the reasons Dom went to Lompoc and V didn't."
"Oh my god!" Jamie squealed, "I knew they were older, but I didn't know exactly…" She paused for a second before continuing, "How old are they, exactly?"
"Dom's twenty-one," I answered, "Vince's about to turn that towards the end of the month."
"I think I just figured out what to give him for his birthday…" Jamie said, trailing off.
"Oh really?" I asked, smirking at her. "And what's that?"
I couldn't see her, but I could practically feel her blushing. Finally, at the bottom of the closet, I found what I'd been looking for. "Here we go!" I cry, flinging the skirt in her direction.
"My parents would kill me, if they saw me wearing this…" Jamie said slowly. "Well, I guess what they don't know won't hurt them," she continued after a few seconds, smiling nervously at me.
"Okay," I said, climbing up from the closet floor, "put the skirt on…now we just gotta find Mia and Amber for hair and makeup. I don't do that shit."