The Rush: A Fast and Furious Fanfiction

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Charlie went through the crowds of people, checking out the cars. Race wars attracted all kinds of beautiful vehicles. New, old, muscle, import, V8 engines, and classics were all thrown into the mix. Some were there to race others were there to just been shown off.

"Hey!" A guy stood up on a soap box in front of a car. He got Charlie and the crowds attention all around him. Charlie would have kept walking, but she got stuck staring at the car behind him. It was a Ford Mustang, probably 1968. The body was a dark blue with white racing stripes. Charlie loved it.

The man on the soap box started his soapbox talk and Charlie moved around him to get a better look at the mustang. She looked over the body and didn't find a scratch or a dent. She stared at the hood and wished she could pop it.

"See something you like?" A younger guy came and leaned against the mustang.

"It's a beautiful car." Charlie commented.

"Well I'm about to race her, if you would like to watch." The guy opened the door and climbed in. Charlie moved out from in front of it as he turned the engine over.

The Mustang roared to life and Charlie smiled. It sounded like there was a good amount of work put in under the hood.

The owner slowly drove the car to the race way. Charlie followed him. She wanted to see how the Mustang did in a race.

Charlie stood behind the Mustang and the crowd parted as its challenger came forward. Charlie laughed as she saw her own 1970 Dodge Charger. Liza.

The usually haggling before race ensued. Charlie moved closer so she could over hear the conversation.

"That's a nice car." Liza called.

"Yeah, you want her?" The guy called back. He held up a slip. Charlie narrowed her eyes.

"I get the feeling that you want my car and you don't actually care if I want yours." Liza shot back. She held up a wad of cash. Charlie smiled.

"You're right. I do want your car, so why don't you race me for it?"

"Cause I'll end up with your car, and I already have two of them in my garage."

"Liar." Charlie said to herself.

"Wow that's a lot of bravado coming from such a skinny chick. Why don't you prove it?" The guy waved the slip about his roof.

The next words out of Liza's mouth should've been along the lines of, sorry my car's not on the chopping block, or 500 or nothing. Really anything instead of what she said.

"Fine then. Enjoy your last race in your car." Liza held up a slip.

"No." Charlie continued on with a long string of cuss words. She immediately started pressing through the people in front of her to stop Liza, but everyone was surging forward to cheer on the race. The Mustang and the Charger sped off.

Charlie watched in near horror. She wouldn't be able to bear it if Liza lost her last car. There was no telling the world of hurt Liza was about to go through weather she won or lost.

"Look at Maverick go!" Roman whistled as he came to stand next to Charlie.

"Yeah. She'd better go then just keep going." Charlie said bitterly, "I'm going to kill her."