CHERRY WINE (SLOW UPDATES?)

chapter two

MILO HUFFED IN FRUSTRATION, LEANING BACK IN HIS SEAT IN THE SMALL SHOP. the dull hum of the fluorescent lights above added to his boredom. he had come to help out for the day after spending the night at the toretto household, a place he often visited due to his close friendship with their family. this arrangement had always been part of the routine; if he wanted to stay over, he had to lend a hand at the shop the following day.

his father, understanding the dynamics of his son's friendship and the safe environment at the toretto's, never objected. he knew milo would be well taken care of there and wouldn't get into any mischief. despite the excitement of the previous night's adventures, sitting in the shop felt monotonous in comparison, leaving milo to daydream about the lively moments he had just experienced.

"would you be mad if me and letty did it in the back bathroom?" milo was curious and asked. dominic nodded his head, grinning. "there's no funny business at work," he said.

"why? the younger one crossed his arms in a pout, saying, "you guys left me high and dry last night," dom laughed over this.

dom only answered, "you know why," in response to him. "you guys can't take away pleasure because i don't wanna eat," milo replied.

"yes, we can and will," dom finally turned to look at the other and stated, "eat tonight and we'll think about it," milo scoffed, twisting his head.

"your an ass," the curly-haired boy exclaimed as he sprang up from his seat. without hesitation, he stormed out of the back room and strode confidently up to the counter again. mia couldn't help but laugh at his disappointed expression. the blonde boy sat calmly in the same chair, but this time his plate was completely empty.

"you like the tuna?" milo inquired, leaning on the counter. the blonde boy cleared his throat and nodded.

"is it the tuna you like or my sister?" he crossed his arms and asked again. ensuring that he never lost eye contact.

"i don't want to say the wrong thing," the blonde male says, causing milo to smile slightly.

"right choice,"

"i didn't realize you were related," he decided to remark. "why do you ask?" milo fired back.

"you don't sound like you're from here," the man says. milo nods as affirmation.

"brazil," he responds, grinning a little. it was true that milo maintained his brazilian accent and dark tan despite living in america for many years.

"long away from home, aren't you," the blue-eyed man laughs.

"this is home now," milo grinned, looking through the glass at dominic.

IT WASN'T LONG
until the rest of the crew raced down the street and parked in front. they all watched as the four stepped out of the car in style.

"talk to me, jesse," vince pleads, standing by his car with his hood up. jesse shakes his head, leaning into the car. "it's your fuel map, and it's got a nasty hole," jesse declares as everyone turns their attention to what's under vince's hood.

"told you," leon said smugly, putting his hands on his hips tauntingly. "shut up," vince growled, looking at the young man.

"i prolong the injector pulse by a millisecond, just adjust the NOS timer and you'll run nines," jesse said to vince as he continued to inspect the vehicle.

looking up, vince noticed the same red truck that had been driving about for weeks. "what?" jesse asked, as vince grasped the back of his head and turned his gaze to the red pick-up vehicle, as everyone else did.

"what's up with this fool?" vince questioned, envy in his voice. "is he sandwich crazy?"

"no, v," leon said, shaking his head in denial of the claim. "he ain't here for the food, dude," leon said, fiddling with the toothpick that sat between his lips.

"chill out, bro," letty replied, rolling her eyes at the two. "he's just slinging parts for harry, man," she said, resting her hands on her hips.

"i know what he's slinging," vince said, going past her and into the shop. "he's trying to get into mia's pants, dog," leon insisted, following the older male.

letty lifted an eyebrow at him. "your definitely not helping,"