Boost a Paul Walker Story

Boost
A Paul Walker Story.

Chapter One: Boost.

We had a large property overlooking the river. Once you passed through the tall gates, on the right was our house. It was three stories tall and had eight bedrooms. Just 100 feet father up from the house is our personal nine car garage. And 200 yards up, was our shop. The shop is where I spend most of my time. I loved working on the cars they brought back. My dad is my best friend, he taught me everything I know. Right now we have 39 cars. They're all luxury sports cars from billionaires around the country. We don't just work in California, we'll drive to different states to get the cars that we were hired to get, or that we wanted.

The garage was like a mini parking garage except there's no way to can see inside it. It's four stories tall and it's not very interesting to look at. It just looks like a cement box. Their was a spiral just to the right of the garage. That's how we drove the cars up to the top floors.

Yesterday I turned 16 it's also the day I got my license. Today I was going on my first boost. We were going to steal my car. No one likes to say steal. That's why we say boost. We were going to a regular, Paul Walker. His garage was a couple miles from his house. We've taken a four of his cars but they all sit in our big garage. The one I was getting was his baby blue GT 500. Every time I went on a ride along I was admiring that car. It was so perfect.
Our place was in Santa Barbara, so is Paul's. This was going to be easy.

I woke up and sat up in bed. "Good morning Snookers," I said to my calico kitten. She was almost one year old. I have seven cats. The mom Baby, and her kittens Rowdy, Reese's, JoJo, Cocoa, Misty, and of course Snickers, aka Snooks. I got out of bed and went to my walk in closet. I put on a neon pink bandeau bra, a white and black stripped Victoria's Secret low cut tank top, a pair of dark wash Miss Me booty shorts, and a very sparkly belt, with a big buckle, from Buckle. I put on my sparkly silver converses and ran downstairs. My bedroom is on the second floor.

I walked into the kitchen to see my four, annoying, older brothers pigging out on breakfast. "Faggots save some for me," I shouted as I ran to the table. "Payton! We don't talk like that," my mom yelled. "Whatever mom," I said. I hated my brothers. Zayn was my favorite, he's only 17. Adam and Adrian are 19, and Hayes is 20. My little sister came running down the stairs. She was daddy's little princess. She never went into the garage. She was 14 and has already told my dad she'll never boost cars. Of course my dad was crushed. All she ever wears are expensive skirts, tops, and dresses. She's a little slut, but she's always been jealous of me because I'm dads favorite. She's moms favorite, but none of us want to be moms favorite. She's against boosting and only let's us do it for the money.

She sat next to me like she always does. "Good morning Pay," she said. "Good morning Alexis," I grumbled back. "It's Alex," she snottily replied. "Girls," my mom snapped. She brought us both over a plate of pancakes and bacon. We both started eating.

After I finished I went out to the big garage where my dad was working on his old beetle, it was his first boost. "I don't know why you still work on this old thing. Look around at all the newer and better cars," I said. "Payton, there will never be a car better than this one. I have something to tell you," he replied. "Okay," I said confused. My brothers were all standing around now. "Every time one of you kids turn 16 you get to boost your own car. The catch is you have to boost it alone," he said. "What? I've only helped on boosts I can't do it alone," I shouted. "We all had too," Hayes said. "I'll take you there but I have to leave right away. You have to do it alone," Zayn said. I was so furious! I've never boosted a car by myself!

I was on the second level of the garage working on the last boost I did. It was a white 2015 Ford Mustang. I love Mustangs. I was adding neon pink lights to the underside and the foot areas in the front. My boyfriend, our only employee, came up to my car. I was underneath, trying to attach the lights. He slid me, on my floor mate, out from underneath my car. "Baby," I yelled. He laid down on top of me and started kissing me. He grabbed me by just under my butt and lifted me onto my cars hood. We were making out. "Oh shit," Adrian said as he came onto the second floor. "Shut up Adrian," I yelled. "Brett you know my dad hates when you do that at work. After hours only," Adam teased, he was behind Adrian the whole time. Brett laughed. "I'm sorry boys. I can't help it," Brett teased. I punched him. Brett was 18, that's why my dad hated us spending so much time together. My dad loved Brett, he didn't want anything bad to happen to him since he's technically an adult and I'm a minor.

"So what are you doing to her," he asked admiring my car. "Adding neon lights to the underneath," I replied. "What color," he asked. "Pink of course," I said. He laughed. "Your dads making me go on a part run. Want to come? We can go to lunch after," he asked. "Of course," I exclaimed. I grabbed his hand and ran down to the first floor. Once we were outside Brett picked me up bridal style and he ran down towards his pick up. He put me in the passenger side and he went to the drivers side. "I can't wait till you carry me like that into our new house," I said. "Me ether," he replied. We kissed, very, passionately.