T2 - The Second Toretto

Chapter 1

Being pulled out of deeply appreciated, needed and what I had hoped to be a very deep and long sleep was really not the way I wanted to start the day. My left arm flailed around my bed looking for the cell phone that I heard from very far away. For a second I considered not answering but once I realized who it was I knew that I had no choice; she would just continue to blow up my phone until I did answer.

"Are you coming over to the store or not?" My cousin Mia asked me as soon as I answered.

"Mia, why the hell are you waking me up at this ungodly time?" I grumbled from under my pillow.

"It's 11am why are you just waking up?" she argued.

"Cause I live for finally getting a full 15 hours sleep, maybe even more."

"You don't need 15 plus hours of sleep."

"Mia, I just graduated college. Let me live and wake up late, it's the first time I've done so in 4 years!"

"Hurry up and get over here Charlie. Everyone wants to see you, we know that you got in late last night. We all just missed you like crazy." she pouted, I could hear the pouty face in her voice.

"Stop with the pouty noises would you, I'll be there in 15." I said.

"Yes, I'll tell the guys . . ."

"No! Don't tell them I'm coming, I wanna surprise everyone. No one expects me to be alive for the next 24 anyway."

"See you." Mia said happily.

As soon as I hung up, I pulled the pillow off of my face and glared at the sun that dared to light up my room since I forgot to close the shitty curtains. Now that I'm up though I might as well take advantage and I did tell Mia that I would be there soon and I can't deny even to myself that I want to see my family. I jumped into the shower to finish waking up, brushing my teeth while I did so and singing like a crazy person under the water. Lookout LA, Charlie T is back.

Looking through my drawers like a mad woman I pulled out a black crop top with a light wash, short jean jumper and black sneakers. After putting deodorant on, raking my fingers through my hair and putting on some perfume I grabbed a pair of sunglasses, my car keys and a poptart before running to my Nissan Skyline GTR R33 in my favorite color.

Dom is gonna give me crazy shit for this but I don't care, this is my child, it is my baby. It's midnight purple all over with a neon purple light under the chassis. Whoever looked at this car knew that it was mine just because of the color and that's the way that I like it. No one dares to touch my baby without my permission cause they know they'll pay for it.