featuring Cench as your love interest, Walid as your overprotective friend/fake cousin, and Dave as your older brother

trigger warning; slight age gap and street fights

Fast and Furious themed 😊

Y/N tugged on the cropped sweater that Suki had given her as she walked through the bodies at the race track.

"Suki. My brother is gonna kill me." Y/N whispered lowly to Suki and looked over her shoulder.

The petite girl laughed, "No he won't."

Y/N tried to seem happy as Suki continued to guide her through the crowd. They hid in the middle of the crowd as they watched the racers pull up.

"Ah shit." Y/N muttered seeing her older brother, Dave, step out of his race car coming in second place.

Cench, her brother's best friend, smiled knowing he was always first in races. Walid pulled up in third place, his face still nonchalant even in a moment of loss.

Y/N turned to the side but was met with a hard back. Some random guy was groping her friend. Y/N cleared her throat and tapped his back.

"Excuse me." Y/N spoke moving him out of the way.

He tugged on Y/N's arm so hard she thought he'd leave a mark.

"Let go of her you asshole!" Suki shouted bringing attention to them.

"Ayo!" Her brother shouted from across the lot.

"I got it." Y/N told Dave as Walid slid next to them.

"What the fuck you do now Suki?" Wadz questioned the girl causing her to blush.

Y/N rubbed her sore arm as the man let her go. Dave pushed her back letting her back hit Cench. She turned around shyly, "Sorry."

"No sweat, gorgeous." He whispered smiling at her.

"You touching my lil sis and you owe me money?" Y/N could practically see the steam rising from her brother.

"Man fuck you and your sister!" The man shouted getting into her brother's face.

And sure enough Dave threw the first punch. Y/N gasped backing away as people joined. She was way too pretty to be fighting.

Pop, pop, pop

She jumped at the gunshots hearing glass shatter. People scattered causing even more chaos. Cench had been waiting for a fight to ensue but he wasn't expecting gun shots to go off. Police sirens could be heard in the distance.

Y/N ducked behind a car trying not to get trampled. Cench held onto her pushing her towards his car, "Get in."

She slammed the door but as he sped off. Her head was spinning, "This was not supposed to happen."

Y/N could see his speed increasing as he raced through traffic. Cench groaned holding his shoulder, "Could you quiet down?"

"Fuck you got hit." The crimson blood dripped down his white shirt.

"Oakley, wake up!" Y/N said noticing his sweaty and tired appearance.

His speed slowed down and the wheel jerked, "You gotta drive."

"What! I don't even have a license." Y/N spoke with fear.

She searched through his glove compartment and found a cloth towel. She handed it to him and he pressed it to his aching shoulder.

Oakley was in pain, "It's not hard. I promise I'll help you. I can't do this with a bad arm."

Y/N took a deep breath but reluctantly climbed into the drivers seat. She lightly pressed her back into him. His forehead fell onto her should with relief.

"Keep the wheel steady." He peered over her shoulder watching the road.

Y/N could feel her hands shaking but followed his directions, "Okay."

"The pedals are simple. Brake and gas. Got it?"

Y/N pressed on the gas allowing her to ease through traffic, "Yes."

"Drive to your place. You know the way?"

She blushed, "Yeah."

He smiled kissing her shoulder, "Thank you."

"We should, um, get that bullet wound looked at." She muttered trying to focus on driving.

"It ain't that bad."

...

Y/N grimaced as she pulled out the bullet from Oakley's shoulder. He grit his teeth as she pushed the forceps deeper.

"Damn Y/N lighten up." He said as she grabbed the bullet.

"I thought you said it wasn't that bad." She poured some alcohol on his wound causing him to hiss.

Quickly she added some gauze to the opening, "You're a big baby you know that?"

"I swear you're trying to kill me." He looked at her from the kitchen counter.

She smiled softly as she finished wrapping up his wound, "All done."

"Thank you...again." His voice was rough but sensual.

She washed her hands and dried them, "No big deal. I should probably stay away from the race track for a while."

He lifted her chin, "Then I wouldn't be able to see you."

Before she could speak the front door creaked open, "Don't think you're gonna be getting outta trouble for showing up Y/N!"

Y/N leaned away from Oakley, "Dave, hello to you too. Don't slam my door!"

Authors Note:
Ignore mistakes, had to write this on my phone

Might delete

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