Fast and Furious: Future (editing and adding to)

Chapter 3: History

Itwasn't a particularly cold night. The stars were out though I couldbarely see them through the streetlight glare.

'Sooo,I was wondering,' Jack began next to me as I walked a half-stepbehind and beside him. 'Maybe you would like to go for a drivesometime.'

Ididn't look at him but gave myself a sort of twitchy look. 'Didn'twe go for one earlier?' I asked, remembering how he drove on thefreeway.

Pushinghis hands into his jeans' pockets, he erected himself. 'Well, yehbut I meant like metaking youfor a drive.'

Smilingwith a blush, I giggled. 'Haha, I've seen your driving and youdon't seem to know how to do it properly.'

'What?Please,' he said, sounding both taken aback as well as sarcastic.'I've been around cars since I was born. Before that, even.'

'Ohand I suppose that automatically makes you a good driver, does it?'I shrugged my shoulders just as he pushed open a small white gate.

Lookingahead, I noticed his house (I assumed it was his as he went to openthe front door), was near enough identical to Dominic's. There mayhave been a couple more windows here and there but it was the samewhite washed wooden covered walls as up the street. 'You comingin?' I looked at him and mirrored his smile.

Insidewas very homely; it was tidy and clean and smelt of vanilla andjuniper (I guessed from the melted down candles sat on top of a highchest of drawers). There was a long cream sofa in the centre of theliving room with a large flat screen TV set on the far wall. Thestairs were set against the near wall.

'Wheredo you want to kip down?' I heard him say from another room that Ionly assumed was the kitchen as he came back through with two cans oftropical soda.

Takingone off him and popping it open, I said, 'What choices do I have?'

'Whateveryou like.' With a shift of my eyes, he added, 'The sofa, thespare room or my room?'

Idon't know what it was about him but there was something. Maybeit was his eyes, Ithought to myself, or the way he smiled with a hint of something likehe was up to no good. Either way, I was slightly drawn to him.

'Inthe meantime,' he said, interrupting my thoughts. 'I need ashower. So you can pick while I'm in there.' And off he wentupstairs. A few seconds later, I heard a door close and the showerstart up.

Bitingmy lip, I tried to decide. The spare room or his? I mean, if I chosehis then it would totally seem like I was either desperate or tryingtoo hard. And if I chose the spare room, he might think I wasn'tinterested or whatever else. All of a sudden, I thought, whocares what happens and I doubt he does anyway.So, sipping my drink, I made my way up to his room.

Themoon was in a perfect position to light up the room. On each wall waspinned a poster, all of which depicted some car or other inpsychedelic colours. There was a wardrobe in one corner and next toit stood a similar chest of drawers as to downstairs. On top wasplaced two toy cars; a blue Skyline and a black Charger. His bed wasunmade and on the pillow was laid an open car parts catalogue. In thecorner nearest the window was a tall set of shelves. On one of themwas a stack of more catalogues. The shelf above them was for hair andbody stuff; I didn't pay too much attention as I didn't know whathalf of it was for exactly.

Therewas a sudden shuffling noise from behind me. Glancing over myshoulder, I saw Jack looking through a drawer for some pants orsomething. Although he had a towel wrapped around his waist, I notedhow his muscles moved around his shoulder blades. They weren't whatI would have called sculpted but you could tell he worked outprobably about three times a week. Just before he stood up, I turnedmy attention back to the open catalogue on his bed. Sitting myselfdown, I picked it up and rifled through the pages to the engine partssection. The only reason why I was doing this was to take my eyesaway from Jack as he took off his towel and pulled on his underwear.That was when I realised my cheeks began to flush slightly.