I don't own Fast and Furious. But I do own some characters.

Junior, Mike, and Camila pulled up to Junior's garage.

Junior's garage was up towards the outskirts of town. The garage itself was pretty big. It was big enough to house a few people, and also work on cars. The bottom floor had the living room, or area as they called it. It had a Foosball table, and a pool table side to side. There were couches, all facing towards a plasma tv, that had a Playstation 4 and an Xbox One. Towards the left side of the giant room, was a kitchen. And towards the right side, there was a giant door that lead to the garage, where they had lots of car parts, a few unfinished cars, and they also had plenty of plane parts as well.

At the entrance though, there was a small staircase to the upstairs where all the rooms were. In total there was enough to house five people, if you put two in a room together. Others could spend the night in the couches. Junior usually had a friend stay in one of those rooms, this case, it was Mike. Who practically lived there and was welcome enough to drop by and sleep whenever he felt like it. Junior slept in his room, meanwhile Paul would sleep in another room, leaving one room empty to two people. Although each room could house two people.

"You got any food?" Camila asked, as soon as they walked in, she made her way to the kitchen.

"Girl please, this is me you're talking to." Junior said with a laugh.

"Ey, Junior. When are you gonna let me take the BMW out for a spin?" Mike asked with a grin.

"Hey, Cami." Junior called, while he pointed at Mike. "The kid thinks he's a comedian."

"Come on, man!" Mike chuckled, his grin growing wider. "You already got the big dollars, you can buy another one!"

"Hell the fuck no." Junior said. "I'm down to my last mil, and I wanna keep it that way. Plus, that was my fathers car."

"Look, I know your dad died in it." Mike said. "But I won't. I'm a better driver."

"Boy, get the hell outta here. My dad would've done twenty donuts around you." Junior teased. As they continued their petty argument, from outside, a car pulled up. A 2011 Audi R8. From the passenger side, a young black boy walked out. He was no older than 20, his nappy curly hair was covered by a cap that was on backwards, and had stubble running down his chin.

"You gonna stay the night, Raul?" The boy asked, looking at the man who had started the party earlier walking out of the drivers side. The latino man shrugged, and then after a few seconds shook his head lightly. "Naw, mi vieja has the flu, man. Gotta take care of your moms, Paul." Raul said with a wink.

The young black man, whose name was Paul, gave a half smirk. "I would, if she hadn't ran off with my gym teacher when I was nine." He said, with a shrug.

"Puta, eh?" Raul managed to crack a smile.

"Watch your mouth, maricon." Paul said, the spanish word sounding with an accent since he was american. "She's still my mama."

The two walked in through the kitchen door, where they could see Camila leaning against the counter, watching Junior and Mike as they began playing NBA 2k on the Playstation 4.

"Hey Cami, how ya doin', baby?" Paul said, with a flirty voice, sliding on the counter to get closer to Camila.

"Really? You just got home, and you're already gonna start flirting with me?" Camila asked, a tad bit of annoyance in her voice. Paul just shrugged, while Raul shook his head.

The Panamanian local walked towards where Junior and Mike were playing. "Who's Lakers and who's Cleveland?"

"Lakers." Junior raised his hand, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Cleveland." Mike said, also raising his hand.

"Damn, Mike. Junior is beating you with the Lakers? You suck." Raul said with a laugh.

"Shut up." Mike said.

"Ey, Junior, man. I need to talk to you." Raul told the boy in charge.

"I'm kicking his ass, wait a second." Junior pleaded.

"It's important, Jay." Raul said, when Paul and Camila walked into the living area. Junior rolled his eyes and handed his controller to Paul, while he followed Raul outside.

The two walked out the garage door, and Junior leaned against one of the various tool boxes to look at Raul.

"Look, you know Carlos?" Raul asked.

"Yeah, pissed of dude from earlier. Bad temper, probably gonna kill someone one day." Junior said, recalling the man from the race.

"Well, yeah, that's what I'm afraid of." Raul explained. "He goes into races, and he gets rough. I'm afraid he'll kill someone, and I need you to keep an eye on him."

"What do you mean, keep an eye on him?" Junior asked as he raised an eyebrow, a bit confused at what his friend was asking of him.

"Well. I need to you to stay behind him at all times-"

"You want me to lose a race?" Junior interrupted. "No can do, buddy."

"Please?" Raul asked.

"Why don't you just.. I don't know.. Not let him race?" Junior asked, sarcasm spewing out of his mouth.

"You know I don't roll like that, Jay. I need the money, so I'll let anyone race." Raul said. "Plus, his father will destroy me if I do anything."

Junior looked at Raul for a moment. "I don't know man. Losing. You know I don't roll like that."

"Just for one race. Follow him, try to let him win, and that's all. The only one that can stop him from killing someone is you, you're the best racer I know." Raul said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. But.. Yeah, I am." Junior said with a laugh, as Raul joined him, and the both went back inside the house.