Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.

Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.

And to you, my reader and followers, thank you! I wish I had to the to answer you, but we can discuss stuff in my facebook group. ;)

"How's Chicago?" Bella asked, looking eagerly at Edward.

They were seated in a booth in Carly's Foods and Beverages. Bella had praised this place and Edward, who was starved, accepted to try the pizza. They had ordered half an hour ago and it still wasn't done. At least there was the soda he kept sipping from, and Bella's endless stream of questions.

She was definitely different from all the girls he'd met back home, but he believed this was because she was a small town girl who dreamed big.

"Chicago is…full of life," he answered, playing with the pink straw in his glass. Seriously, he was a guy! Guys don't possess anything pink. "There's always something happening. It's loud and crazy."

Bella caught her bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it. "Cities are scary, aren't they? Especially, big cities."

"Honestly, this place is scary. It's deadly calm and quiet."

"I like the quiet. It's safe to live here. Life in the big city is always in danger."

He pondered on her words. "You're right, but that's all I know. I'm used to that."

"You'll get used to this." She smiled as the waitress finally brought their pizzas. They were placed on round wooden objects. "I've only ever been to Phoenix. I'm sure it doesn't compare with Chicago, but it was something else."

"Yeah, I bet."

They ate in silence for a few minutes.

Edward had to admit the pizza was decent and it had the right amount of mozzarella. Maybe, just maybe, living in this small town wasn't going to be so bad.

"How's the school here?" he wondered.

"You really want to know about school?" Bella joked. When he simply nodded, she was sure she had read him wrong. He had this air of bad boy about him, but it seemed like he was a simple guy who was focused on school, apparently.

In more words than it was probably necessary Bella tried to paint her high school in a better light than she should have. He was going to see it in a couple days and realize some things were off.

"As for your future class mates…we're about thirty all seniors. We share most classes. And I can't wait to hear from you if it's easier than your school in Chicago," she finished her story.

"I'm sure they teach the same shitty subjects and demand the same unrealistic things from students."

"So you don't like school?"

"Who likes school?" he muttered. "Anyway, I guess I like math and computer science. Do they even teach that here?"

"Of course!" Bella sounded hurt. People had preconceived ideas of small towns. It was true they couldn't have all the facilities a city would have, but they had the necessities. Besides, in what big city store were being sold from food and beverages of any kind to clothes and shoes to furniture and tools and even guns. No city store could be the proud owner of that combination of products. It was privilege of sorts for small town stores.

And Bella told Edward all that in one breath leaving his head spinning.

"They sell guns without a license?" he blurted out, staring at her as if she had grown another head.

"That's all you got from my speech?" She huffed, turning her attention to her food.

Edward felt like kicking himself. He realized he kind of insulted her lifestyle. Desperate for a change of subject, he looked around as he bit on his slice of pizza. His eyes landed on the car outside.

"You have a cool car there," he said of-handedly.

Bella's brown eyes zeroed to said car, before finding his green ones. He noted she looked sad. "Yeah. I have a weird love-hate relationship with it."

"How can you hate a car? Especially one like that."

"So you know about racing?"

"Every guy knows about racing. I could tell from first glance that it looked like a kitten but under the hood was a lion hiding." He stared at the beauty parked outside the restaurant.

Damn, I miss racing. He thought mournfully.

"I know about racing too," Bella whispered, abandoning her food. "It ruins lives. You know what? I'm done here. We can tell Carly to pack the rest of the pizza." She was already standing up, waving the waitress over.

Edward remembered of James's words about racing and not asking questions about the car and that Brady dude. It was like a light bulb went off in his head. Edward vowed to himself in that moment not to mention it again, but to silently try and find out what happened.

"Want to drive it?" Bella asked as they stepped out of the restaurant. She was carrying the pizza boxes.

"Are you sure?" His fingers twitched.

"It's okay. I'll give you directions. It takes one time to learn the way back." She winked, opening the passenger door and stepping inside.

Edward found himself forced to go behind the wheel. His whole body was filled with trepidation. The last time he'd been driving, he got arrested and was nearly send to juvie for illegal racing on top of his previous crimes.

For a few minutes, he got accustomed with the car not being familiar with the Focus.

"You know how to use the stick?" Bella asked trying to keep a straight face. "This one." She pointed to the gear shift.

"Of course. I have a…er, had. I had a Ford too. She was a Talladega."

"That's an old car, right?"

"Yep." He nodded. "From '69." He sighed sadly. Edward really missed his car.

"You keep talking about it in past tense. Did something happen to it?"

He cringed as she insulted his car. "Betty ain't an it!" he hissed, gripping the steering wheel. "I've been stupid and hurt her so badly."

"Who's Betty?"

"Keep up. We were discussing my car when you decided to go and call her an it! Her name is Betty."

Bella's eyes widened before she burst out laughing. "S-sorry," she apologized between giggles. "It must be a guy thing. This one—" She waved her hand around. "—it's Red Arrow."

"Decent name." He glanced at the speedometer. One hundred and sixty miles was decent top speed.

Once again, Edward itched to take it for a drive, a real one on that highway. His eyes found a small button on the bottom right spin of the steering wheel. It was like it was glaring at him.

"Where's the nitro tank?" he asked Bella as if on a trance.

"What?" she squeaked, feeling faint. "Can you start driving already? It's getting late."

He finally gunned the engine and pulled out of the spot. Bella directed him home on a curt tone. When they arrived, she walked ahead of him, unlocking the front door and flipping the light on, before heading into the kitchen to put away the pizza.

"The wires are cut. The tank has been removed," she muttered as she passed Edward on the way to her room.

There were some strange people living in this house, and they had a secret too. Edward wasn't the only one with a car racing past.

Once in his room, Edward pulled his laptop from the bag and decided to contact his family. As much as he wanted to be tough and show everyone he was okay with this situation, deep inside he missed his parents—his mother, especially. Esme had always been there for him.

The first memory he had of her was when he fell at the playground and she rushed from the bench to him to check on his scratched knee. After that, they blended together, different images of his mom's face—happy, sad, excited, worried, upset, incredulous—he had managed to evoke all possible feelings from her through the years. She taught him how to make pizza—his favorite food—and how to tie his shoe laces. She was there for him when his first tooth fell and he cried his heart out of thinking he'd be forever toothless like some gross old person. She cheered on him for his first football game. She taught him manners and how to treat a girl respectfully.

As for his father, when Edward thought of him, the first image he had in his head was of a man in a suit sitting behind a sturdy desk, being always busy. He had spent as much time as his job allowed him with his son, but it was never enough for the young boy who missed his father. When Edward was ten, Carlisle took him shooting. It had been a fun day, but later that night he heard his parents fighting over his father's choice of fun for his son. He took him on long car rides, making him fall in love with everything car related. When they had reached their destination, Edward had to stay in the car and wait for his father. Also, Carlisle gave Edward the usual sex talk a couple years ago and even gave him a box of condoms. His father might not have been there when he needed him, but that made Edward admire him more and got him so curious that when he discovered the real business Carlisle was condoning he didn't turn his back on him, he wanted to join in.

That had led to many fights in their family. Esme was angry at Carlisle for allowing their son to find out about his mob life. Carlisle never accepted Edward joining in his way which turned into sending their son to the private school hoping to make a real man out of him. When Edward realized their real reason for enrolling him into that school, he rebelled on them.

He found a gang of boys who were upset with their parents too for various reasons and they started with leaving their houses after curfew and meeting in abandoned parking lots where they smoked and drank, then one night they wanted to have fun and while drunk and high they shoplifted from a local store. They weren't caught which gave them power and their crimes escalated. When his gang bumped into a rival one, they fought and got caught by the police. Now having his face and fingerprints, it was easy to connect the past few months' infractions to Edward's gang. He promised to be good and he'd been until their weed dealer got clocked by someone. One of Edward's friends got into the local drug dealing net and after a short period of time he got caught by the police. Of course it was linked to Edward again.

His father had been so upset he nearly punched him, yelling at him that he was trying his hardest to make an honest man out of him and he was befriending scumbags and getting in trouble. Carlisle also reminded Edward that if the police ever raided his advocacy office, they might find something suspicious and it would only be his fault if his father ended up in prison. That was a wake-up call to Edward. He went back to his first love—cars. Until he met the right people to satiate his thirst for speed. They used to meet on deserted streets, airport parking lots, and have different competitions. He won most of them and he was happy to have his own money.

Racing was his favorite thing, but it was taken away from him the night the police showed up at their gathering. He was already in a race with some other guy, who had pulled over when he heard the sirens. Edward didn't—he sped away, trying to escape. What he didn't take into consideration was traffic on the main street which led to his accident and being caught.

Edward ran his hands through his hair, having to do something with his hands. They were trembling from the memories bombarding him. Despite everything he'd done to his parents, they still loved him for some reason, and he still loved them too.

Booting up the computer after placing it on the bed upon the fluffy sky blue covers, he changed in his pajamas and threw himself on the bed. It took him a few minutes to realize when his Skype wasn't working.

The Wi-fi needed a password.

He left his room and went to the door across from his. After a moment of just standing there, unsure if Bella was sleeping or busy, he knocked. Maybe she was still upset with him for the twenty questions about the car.

"Yeah?" Her voice sounded muffled. "Come in," she added.

Edward cracked the door open and peeked inside. Bella was on her bed with a book. She placed a bookmark before closing it.

"Hey." She smiled. "Did you need anything?"

"Yeah. Can you give me your Wi-fi password?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh, shit. Yeah. Sorry, I forgot about it." Bella jumped out of the bed and looked on her desk for something. Edward noticed there were tons of colored post-it notes, which he found amusing. "Found it!" She exclaimed, going to his side and offering him the blue piece of paper. "I want it back."

He was about to say she could keep it and that he could memorize a word, but when he looked down at the paper his eyes widened. There was a series of letters and numbers.

"Your brother's a cop through and through," he joked.

"Which is extremely annoying at times," she grumbled.

Edward took the post-it note and rushed to his room to set up the network connection. With that out of the way, he returned the paper to Bella, thanking her.

"Are you turning in? It's about nine," she said when he was at her door.

Turning to look at her, he shrugged. "I'm gonna talk with my parents for a while then…dunno. Why?"

"You can sleep. I mean you must be tired after flying for hours and then driving here…"

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, sensing she wanted to do something. He braced himself from disappointing her if she wanted to go to a party. He had promised, though he had no idea for how long he could keep this good boy card.

"Well, I have a few movies… would you like to watch one?" she asked shyly. "It's getting old watching them alone."

"Yeah, I feel you. There's always a point in every movie when you want to turn to someone and laugh with them or comment on the scene. But it's odd coming from you. I'm the only child of my parents', but you have James."

"Yeah, ten years apart. He's too cool for me, but don't make that fool you. He's also very protective. We have each other, you know? It's just us."

"It must be hard," Edward said quietly, walking over to her and sitting on the bed.

"You have no idea. I've learned how to fend for myself, but I'm just a teenager. Remember the Isabella thing making me feel more important and mature. There was a time until about a couple years back when I wanted to be called that and pretending I was the big sister taking care of my brother. But then…something happened." Bella looked at her hands, trying not to cry. "I realized how fleeting this life is. In that moment I decided to act my age and be a teenager and do all the crazy things a teenager would do. Of course, I don't have the guts to do all I want, but I've skipped classes and tried smoking."

"Tried?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Her wet brown eyes met him. "Yup. I coughed my ass off and made a fool of myself."

Edward patted her knee. "I can teach you, though that's a bad habit."

"Do you smoke?" She asked excited, her eyes lightning up.

"Not anymore," he chose to answer. "Being a teenager doesn't mean you have to do stupid things." For some reason he wanted to keep her out of trouble. He knew that rebelling against someone brought only bad things upon yourself. "You don't want to become the bad guy. I'm sure the most dangerous thing teenagers do is sneaking out after curfew, skipping classes and maybe dating an older person? I don't know."

"So no smoking, drinking and…doing anything risky?"

Anything risky. Edward didn't like that. "Definitely not."

"There goes my movie choice."

"What is it? Maybe it's not that bad," he told her, hoping she wanted to watch Titanic or some Austen adaption movie—totally girly.

"Sleepers." Bella chewed on her lip as she stared at Edward, waiting for his reaction.

"The one with Robert De Niro, Brad Pitt, Kevin Bacon…with the boys sent to the detention center and when they're older they want revenge?" He hoped there was another movie with the same name.

"You know it?" She asked excited. "It's great, isn't it? I've seen only a few scenes of it a while back and Jimmy forbade me to watch it."

"And this is you doing something a teenager would do? Disobeying your brother."

"You're starting to get this." Bella beamed at him. "Come on. It's gonna be fun!"

Movie night with his host, a girl he only met roughly four hours ago, was the most fun he had in months. She was that kind of person that you couldn't say no to and also a very easygoing girl. Bella only wanted to live her life and be a teenager. Edward promised himself if something good came out of this student exchange program was him teaching Bella how to have fun without getting in trouble.

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