Chapter One

Christie scrambled out of bed when she realized she was already ten minutes late for her first class of the day. She figured there was no sense in rushing since she was already screwed. She wrote herself a mental note to kick her roommate, Bonnie's ass for not waking her up. She walked down the hallway of the apartment her and her best friend shared to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. When she was done, she wrapped a towel around herself and went back to her room. She grabbed a brush and started combing her tangled mass of hair.

"Damn horsehair." She cursed when the brush got stuck for the umpteenth time.

Once she got all of the tangles out of her thick, dark brown hair, she went over to her closet. She dropped her towel and pulled on some clothes. She wore black dickies, a black tank top that said spider, a huge belt with studs and about as much jewelry as she could without falling over. All black didn't contrast very well with her mocha skin but she didn't really care. She tore apart her room looking for her Doc Martens until she finally found them buried underneath her bed. She laced up the clunky combat boots, and with a final look in the mirror, she was out the door. She walked down the driveway until she came to the door of her midnight blue Integra. She hopped in and threw on Metallica's Black Album before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway. She watched the scenery of the little town, Hemet, fly by as she headed for West Valley University on Domenigoni pkwy. She turned left on State St. and followed it until she came to a spot where traffic had slowed and was being redirected by the police.

More like rent-a-cop, she thought. "What the hell is this?"

She squinted against the sunlight and out on Domenigoni she could see a semi truck, about 10 black Civics, several of them set up so that a camera could be put on the front, tons of equipment all over, and little canopies to provide relief from the hot morning sun for all the people milling about. She didn't really think anything of it and followed the other cars along the detour. She took the back way to West Valley and arrived just in time for her second class.

"Theatre, wonderful." She said sarcastically. She had made the mistake of signing up for theatre at the beginning of the semester because she didn't know that the teacher, Ms. Gore, was a real bitch. She made her way across the campus and to the room where class was being held. She entered and took a seat in the back. She breathed a sigh of relief when Ms. Gore glared at her for being late but let it slide. When everyone was seated and quiet, Ms. Gore got up from where she had been seated.

"I'm sure you'll all be happy to know that there's a scene for the upcoming movie called "Redline" being filmed on the main road. Our school thinks that we should waste today and go watch because it's 'valuable learning experience' for all of you."

Maybe today won't suck as bad as I thought after all, she thought to herself.

"So with that said, if you'll all follow me." Ms. Gore said, already headed for the door.

Christie could tell she was less than pleased that they had to spend the day watching what she called modern day trash being filmed. Christie was thrilled though, she absolutely loved what she called 'blow 'em up, shoot 'em' movies.

Christie couldn't keep the excited smile from appearing on her normally deadpan face when her and the rest of the class emerged from the building and she could see where the movie was being filmed. She had never heard of the movie and had no idea what it was about, but it had nice cars, and cars she liked. Ms. Gore led them to one of the small canopies while everyone looked around, trying to get a glimpse of someone famous. They were introduced to the director, whom she'd never heard of, Rob Cohen. He seemed pretty cool and explained exactly what was happening. The semi-truck she had seen earlier was being hi-jacked by the Honda Civics. He pointed them in the direction of some folding chairs where they could sit. For the next hour or so, they watched the actors run through the scene over and over again. She couldn't tell who any of them were because they were too far away and they weren't really doing anything other than driving. The stunt men would be brought in later.

After a little while Rob yelled cut and told everyone to take a break. He called the class over and told them they could meet with the actors. They were all bursting with excitement.

"Paul!" Rob called out and Christie looked over to see a vaguely familiar blonde guy walking towards her and the group. Judging from the reaction of all the girls in the group she guessed he was pretty famous. He chatted with all the girls for a while and gave an autograph to anyone who wanted one.

Next Rob called Michelle who Christie recognized from Girl Fight. Christie eagerly got her autograph and they talked for a while. They seemed to have a lot in common.

"Vin!"

She couldn't believe her ears and was positive that they were playing tricks on her. She whirled around to see the object of her obsession for the past year walking towards them. But in her mind it was only the two of them. She realized he was chuckling at her and quickly pulled her jaw off the ground.

"Oh, oh my god!"

He walked up to her and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Vin, but I'm guessing you know that." he said, still laughing. When she didn't do anything, he reached down and grabbed her hand to shake it. She realized what an idiot she was being and quickly shook herself back to reality.

"Sorry I-i just...oh my god!" She said, turning bright red, which just made him laugh harder.

"Thats okay, it's flattering really. Most people don't know who am."

"Yea, I know and it's a shame! I've loved you ever since I saw Pitch Black and then I ran out and bought all your movies."

"Hey, so youre the one who bought Multi-facial!" he joked.

They talked for a while and really hit it off, or was she just imagining things? Damn, too bad Im only 22

He led her around and introduced her to everybody and everything, including the inside of his trailer. Nothing happened of course, though she wished it had, but it was still great. And she pocketed his chap-stick when he wasn't looking. By the end of the day, she had an autographed picture, a huge goofy grin that she didn't think she'd ever be able to wipe off her face, and cherry flavored chap-stick.

Chapter Two

 

Three months later...

Christie walked out of her apartment building and to her mailbox. She was sifting through the bills when she came across something for her, but it had no return address. She shrugged and tore it open. She pulled out the folded letter and read:

Christie,

            As you know, my new movie, now called The Fast and The Furious, is coming out soon. I thought that a devoted fan such as yourself, and a friend, might like to attend the premier. Enclosed are two VIP tickets for next weekend. Hope to see you there.       

            Vin

 

She re-read the letter several times before it sank in. "Ho-ly shit!" she yelled, jumping up and down. She ran up the stairs and to her apartment looking for Bonnie, who also loved Vin. Bonnie was also 22 and had short black spiked hair, long legs that she refused to show off, and a curvaceous body.

"Bonnie?"

"Hey Chris, I'm in here!" Bonnie called from the kitchen. Christie ran into the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.

"You're never going to believe this!" she yelled excitedly.

"What?"

"I don't know. Should I make you guess?" 

"What!?" Bonnie prodded, getting really impatient, really quick.

"Well, what are you doing next weekend?"

"Nothing, like always. Why?"

"Because we're going to the premier of The Fast and The Furious, girl!"

"Oh common! I know you met him and I didn't. I thought you were finished gloating by now."

"No, I swear! He sent the tickets to me. Said a loyal fan and her friend might want to go."

"You're serious?"

"Yes!"

"Ohmigod!" Bonnie yelled, making their dog jump. The dog they weren't supposed to have that is.

"I know!" Christie yelled back, every bit as excited.

"Oh shit! What the hell are we gunna wear?" Bonnie thought aloud, getting nervous already.

"I dunno. We dont really own anything nice do we?" Christie replied, going to sift through her closet.

"Nope"

"Looks like we have to go shopping"

 

Three hundred dollars and eight days later... 

Christie and Bonnie climbed out of the limo feeling very awkward in their clingy little dresses. Christie's was a long shimmering red with slits up to her thighs. The neckline dipped dangerously low between her small but pert breasts and she looked absolutely beautiful. Bonnie looked beautiful, in a different way. Even in the sheer black dress she still had an attitude that said 'dont fuck with me', loud and clear. Her hair was pretty much impossible to make look nice so she just spiked it like usual. She traded in her flame contacts for bright blue ones that looked very exotic with her jet black hair and dress.

They both felt utterly out of place as they walked up the red carpet to the forum where the premier was being held, but once everyone realized they were no one special they payed no attention. They entered the building and found a table at the back. Christie saw Vin sitting on the other side of the room talking and pointed him out to Bonnie. She about freaked out and wanted to go talk to him but Christie held her back. "He looks busy and you don't want to bug him." She persuaded.

The lights dimmed, signaling it was time for the movie to start. After the movie they stayed in their seats and talked while they waited for the crowd to clear out. Christie stopped mid-sentence when she realized Bonnie was no longer staring at her, but above her. Christie turned around just to see a grinning Vin wink at Bonnie who was about to fall out of her chair. Finally his eyes came back to her and he said, "Hey, you came!"

"Of course we came!"

It was her turn to grin when she realized he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face, the same when he looked at Bonnie.

"So, who's your friend?" he gestured toward Bonnie who grinned and spoke up.

"Hi! I'm Bonnie, Christie's best friend. I'm also a big fan, and I bought Christie Multi-Facial for her birthday." She said with a laugh. He chuckled and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Bonnie." Then he bent down and kissed her hand, making her turn bright red.

"So, did you guys like the movie?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah! We loved it." they said in unison.

"Great. So are you and uh," he glanced at Bonnie, "Bonnie coming to the after party at my house?"

"Really?" they both exclaimed. "We can come?"

"Yea, if you want."

"Of course we want!" he grinned.

"Well," he said, pulling a card from the pocket of his suit. "here's my address, if you promise not to post it on the internet." He said jokingly, handing Christie the card. "See you guys there."

"Great, thanks!"

He started for the door and right before walking out he turned to Christie and said, "Oh, and I want my chap stick back. That was my favorite flavor." Bonnie burst out laughing and Christie turned bright red, while Vin just grinned and left.

Chapter Three

 

Christie and Bonnie found their limo and gave the driver the card.  On the ride there Bonnie looked at Christie.

"That was so cool." She was still in shock.

"Yes, it was. Wonder how he knew I stole his chap stick?"

"I don't know but the look on your face when he said so was priceless."

"Yea, well you looked like you were about to fall over when he kissed your hand!" they both laughed for a minute.

"He really is as great as I imagined him." Bonnie said in a dreamy voice.

"Yeah, and he seemed to like you too. What with all those admiring looks down." Christie said grinning, making Bonnie blush again.

"Oh, shut up! I couldnt exactly wear a bra with this dress." She replied, suddenly feeling self-conscious. It was then that Christie noticed Bonnie was digging through a bag she hadn't seenbefore.

"What are you doing?" she asked, not really sure if she wanted to know.

"Changing my shoes. Heels are such a bitch."

"You have got to be kidding me!" She yelled when Bonnie pulled out her combat boots.

"You're not wearing those with a 110 dollar dress, Bonnie." Bonnie looked at her like she was stupid.

"That's why I brought clothes. For both of us." She said as if she were explaining to a child. She went back to the bag and pulled out Christie's boots along with a bundle of clothes. "Here," she said thrusting them at Christie. "put these on."

"Are you serious?" she asked in disbelief.

"Did I stutter?" Was all she got for a reply. She looked down at the clothes and examined them. Tight black leather pants and a black shirt that read 'Normal People Worry Me'. She slipped out of her dress and put on the clothes wondering why she let Bonnie talk her into this so easily. Once she was dressed she looked over at Bonnie who was wearing purple plaid hip huggers with zippers and a black tanktop with an extremely low neckline and lacing up her boots.

"Are you purposely picking all these fuck me clothes? Because I bet Vin will appreciate it." Bonnie laughed.

"Shut up, Chris. "

"It's true!"

"Bitch"

"Slut!"

"freak!"

"Social reject!"

"Hey! You have no room to talk. You're not so sane yourself ya know!" they giggled for a minute before Christie spoke.

"You're evil. No one's even going to notice me at this party, they'll all be staring at you."

"As long as he's staring at me." She said laughing.

"Oh come on! He's way older than you and you want to fuck him?" Christie asked, annoyed with her sex crazed friend.

"I didn't say I wanted to fuck him! I mean, I do, but what are the chances of that happening?"

"In that top? I'd fuck you! But if you fuck him, I swear to god," Bonnie grinned.

"You know that's out of my control. Because when that hung of muslces is walking over to us, I might not be able to control myself. I might just jump him and fuck him right there." Christie glared at her.

"You know I'm kidding Christie! I wouldn't leave you out of the fun! How's a threesome sound?" Christie threw a hairbrush across the car and almost hit Bonnie in the head. Bonnie burst out laughing and eventually Christie did too.

Just then the limo pulled up in front of a beautiful three story house. Palace was more like it. They climbed out of the car and looked at each other, then the house, then back at each other.

"Here we go."

Chapter Four

 

They walked across the grass and to the door. Thirty seconds after Christie rang the bell, the door opened and they both had to look up to meet the eyes of Vin's bodyguard, Valentino. He smirked at their outfits and moved to the side so they could enter.

"Hello ladies."

 Bonnie smiled flirtatiously and whispered to Christie,

"He doesnt look very much older than me."

"Nympho"

"Shut up spider, you know you think he's hot." Christie looked back at him and couldn't help but agree.

"Doesn't mean I'm gunna fuck him." Christie blushed furiously when she realized he was listening to their whole conversation. He laughed at how easily embarrassed she was and walked away.

The girls left the little entry way and found themselves in a huge living room. There were celebrities all over sipping their drinks and talking with one another. Christie spotted Vin approaching with a none too happy looking Michelle Rodriguez in tow. Christie nudged Bonnie who also noticed him and proceeded to plaster her best seductive and way too obvious smile on her face.

"Fuckin Reese Witherspoon skank." Christie heard Michelle mutter under her breath. When she looked up and noticed them she smiled.

"Hey, you're that girl from the set that day, umm?"

"Christie, and thats her friend Bonnie." Vin said, slightly annoyed with Michelle's drunken state. Christie couldn't help but smile when she noticed Michelle was dressed similar to them: low riding jeans, tanktop, and the same flame boots she wore in the movie. Michelle extended her hand to Bonnie.

"Nice to meet you." Bonnie gladly shook her hand before she noticed her boots.

"Oh, I love those boots Michelle! Where'd you get 'em?"

"Not sure. The wardrobe people had them. They cost somewhere around two-hundred dollars though."

"Wow, what I'd give to be rich."

"You guys don't seem to be doing too bad. And here I thought I was gunna be the only one with any fashion sense."

"Yeah, well, we just had to get out of those damn heels."

"I hear ya, girl." Michelle looked around the room and spotted something she liked.

"Ooooo, Mark Wahlberg's here. That boy is hot! I'ma go jump him. Nice seeing you Christie, and nice meeting you Bonnie."

"You too" they replied in unison. And with that, Michelle was off.

"Personally, I think he's gay." Bonnie said after Michelle was out of earshot.

"Excuse me?" Vin, who had been spacing out, said when he heard that. "You think I'm gay? 'Cause I can prove I'm not."

"No! Not you! Mark Wahlberg!" Christie said quickly. Then Bonnie realized what he just said.

"I might need some convincing." Vin laughed and Christie glared at Bonnie.

"I was just kidding! Don't bite my head off!"

"So, I love the outfits."' He said grinning making Christie blush.

 

"Thanks, I picked them out while Christie wasn't around. Took a while to get her to wear it but I'm very persuasive."

 

He blinked and Bonnie laughed at the surprised look on his face.

"You guys want a drink? "

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Vin walked off and Christie turned to a smiling Bonnie.

"What the hell do you think youre doing?"

"Having a little fun. Why are you being so up tight?"

"Up tight? I am NOT being up tight!"

"Yes you are! I'm having a little fun flirting with a guy and you're freaking out!"

"A guy, yeah. A guy who happens to be twelve years older than you! And lets not forget, he's Vin Diesel!"

"Yeah, a guy we've both loved forever. Why are you not taking advantage of this? Loosen up Christie. He's the hottest guy alive and he also happens to be great." Bonnie said in a harsh whisper.

"This means war!" Christie threatened.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Behind them Vin cleared his throat.

"Umm, I got your drinks." Bonnie turned around and flashed her pearly whites.

"Thanks ,"

Christie, who decided to let loose and have fun graciously accepted the drink and downed it without asking what it was. Vin let out a low whistle.

"Man, I love a woman who can drink." Christie grinned

"There's a lot to love about me."

Bonnie, who was on her second drink, burst into a fit of giggles beside a dumbfounded Vin.