Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story or any of the information used from the movie, The Fast and The Furious.

Letty's POV:

I was eleven the first time I met Dominic Torretto. I had started school about a week earlier and had met his sister, Mia. Mia was a very sweet, smart and outgoing girl so when she asked me to stay over at her house that Friday night I wasn't too surprised. It wasn't really that I wanted to go but ever since my dad moved out, life hadn't been that easy for me. My mom did drugs and was never home but I liked it better that way because I knew if she ever did come home she would just beat me again.

That Friday after school I ran straight up to my room to get my things ready to go to Mia's house. She lived right down the street so it didn't take me that long to walk there. I walked up the stairs to the front door of her house and knocked on the door. When the door swung open I found myself staring into the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. I may have never looked away from them if he hadn't suddenly screamed,

"Mia! Some girls here!".

I felt myself start to blush as Mia pushed past him and smiled at me. "Hi Letty," she said before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the house with her, "The wannabe thug who answered the door is my brother, Dominic". I tried to hold in my laughter as he pushed past her angrily, grumbling something under his breath.

Dom's POV:

The first time I saw Leticia Garcia standing in the doorway I thought I was just looking at another one of my sister's annoying little friend's. You know the kind of girls I'm talking about, the ones who go around in those puffy pink dresses and spend almost all their time worried about their hair and make up? I was right. She was annoying but the problem was she was a thousand times worse than Mia and her other friends.

I remember the first time she pissed me off. It was about a month after she met Mia. She was spending the night at our house again and I was outside cleaning out the garage with my best friend, Vince. She just walked right in like she owned the place and sat down on an old crate. She just sat there and watched me for about twenty minutes. I could feel her eyes on the back of my head and it was driving me crazy. I was really getting annoyed and was about to yell at her to leave me alone when Vince suddenly said, "Dom, when are you and your dad going to start working on that car?"

I didn't even get time to answer him before she jumped up off the crate and walked over to us, "What car?" She said eagerly as she looked back and forth between us. I couldn't believe this little kid. Why was she in my dad's garage? "Why don't you go play dolls with Mia or whatever you girls do?", I said as I glared at her. I expected her to turn and run back into the house just to get away from me. I had used that glare a hundred times before and every time I used it the other person always did exactly what I said but she didn't. She just stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring back at me.