The Fast and the furious fanfic

Chapter 4: thinking things over

Chapter 4
After an hour I finished fixing the engine. I had grease on my hands and on my face. "I'm gonna have a bath, later dad!" I called behind me before walking inside.

As I passed the grandfather clock it chimed 8 making me jump. I can't believe I've spent 3 whole hours outside, time flies when your having fun I suppose. I climbed up the staircase and walked to my bedroom. I walked past the king sized four poster bed and the messy black vanity before going into my ensuite. Turned the taps on and undressed, slipped my silk robe on and opened the cabinet to get out a small towel for my hair and a big towel for my body. Walked back to the huge luscious bath, added some lavender bubble bath and turned the taps off.

I checked the temperature with my big toe then walked back to my bedroom door and locked it then walked back to the bathroom, hung the robe on the door and slipped into the hot relaxing bath. I sat and closed my eyes for a while just thinking of today and trying to process it all.

So I'd snuck out, won my first race and met my brother and my sister and all their friends. I haven't told my parents yet, I probably should. Yet I don't want to, Incase they worry I'll leave them. But they won't mind, because I found my real family, right? Errg this is so frustrating. I sunk my head under the water a only came up when I needed to breathe, it was my way of clearing my head. Right so I'll tell them I have to go meeting up with an old friend then come back before 10 and tell them I found Dom and Mia.... That'll work, hopefully.

I cleaned my hair and scrubbed the motor oil and grease off me. I must have been a long time because my mum called in "Tina, honey you alright? Your doors locked." she stated I closed my eyes before calling out to her "Fine mum, just having a bath" I heard her say oh before calling in "your agent called, she needs 'Crystal to make the grand opening in 4 hours'" she said mimicking my agent. Crystal Halls, my stage name, absolutely hate it! My agent, Sophia, named me that for more press, I personally hate it and think it sounds like a prostitutes name. My grand opening is a photo gallery of me, again not my idea, I hate it! Anyway, I have to stand at the doors say some crap about how honoured I am and blah blah blah. I was NOT looking forward to it.

"I'll be out in a sec." I called out. I climbed out of my warm water that now had a rainbow oil layer, and wrapped the towels around me and padded into my bedroom. The outfit I was meant to wear was horrid. A tiny, tight, baby pink lycra dress. It was completely plain, had three-quarter length sleeves and ended mid-thigh. With it I was meant to wear 8 inch black heels. Sadly this was a usual outfit for me. I slipped it on and blow dried my hair. I curled it over one shoulder and insured there was no wispy bits before spraying hairspray all over.

I walked to my vanity to apply the makeup Sophie had shown me the tutorial for. Starting with a bronzer to make me look golden, then concealer under the eyes to hide bags and make me look flawless, I then used a pale pink on the lids of my eyes and medium pink in the crease to make my eyes "pop!", a thin black liner for my eyes, heavy black mascara, rose blusher under the cheek bones, and to finish it off pink lip gloss.

I looked in the mirror, I looked horrid but nice: in my eyes horrid but to other people nice. Then I put the god damm awful shoes on and drove to the event.