#2019 Honda Civic Black

[111moonstone111]

Top Gun mav characters and what car they would drive

no explaination other than i like cars and top gun mav, also i am qualified to make this as my father is a mechanic who was in the navy.

Bob: Grey 2018 Honda Accord

Phoenix: Tan 2015 Jeep Renegade

Hangman: Green 2013 Jeep Wrangler Sport

Coyote: Blue 2020 Subaru WRX

Payback: Black 2019 Honda Civic Type-R

Fanboy: Red 2023 Toyota RAV4

Rooster: Grey 2020 Honda Civic Sport Touring

i only included the 'main' bunch of people also i just really like hondas a lot

[x-lovely]

11/24 & 11/25

went on a “date.”

TLDR: date with a dumbass who had many red flags (bad breath, lied about age, cocky, arrogant) so not interested in him anymore

he was 6′2, paki, glasses, looked charming, honda civic, “director” of the hospital, great smile. his profile said he was 29. 

we met up and just chatted. the amount of arrogance and cockiness threw me off immediately. he was down for marriage and children in the long run, laid down his plans for his future wife and what he wanted. i was just vibing. 

eventually, i got into his car and we talked some more. i eventually asked to hold his hand (consented). nothing much happened. we just teased each other verbally through dirty talking. i was mainly quiet. i hated his energy. he made me feel weird and i couldn’t breathe. it’s weird. i wanted to be there but at the same time, i didn’t want to be there. he just kept questioning everything and had weird responses to what i said and his facial expressions were throwing me off. he made me feel on the edge, like i was walking on thin ice. it reminded me of my korean ex from 2019 who emotionally abused me. anyways - 

eventually, things got heated and i asked him to kiss me (consented). sweet jesus, when i say... his breath smells like ass.... it smelled like ASS. it smelled so fucking bad i wanted to fucking vomit. he had the nerve to throw in some tongue. i had to back away. he leaned in for more but i played it off. his breath smelled so fucking bad. he had black coffee and vaped something before we kissed. my energy was not there anymore. bad breath is something that turns me off so easily. 

we talked some more. eventually, i wanted to go home. we got out of the car, he towered over me and leaned in for a kiss (jesus fucking christ, his breath still smelled horrible). gave him a quick peck and left. 

i was incredibly horny the morning after so i would still rate the “date” a 5/10. 

11/25

went to eat kpot with him. sat in the car again. he was on his phone. kept saying weird dumb shit and comments about my responses. said ni hao. i don’t like that shit. i’m asian, sure but don’t say ni hao. he was confused why i got mad. he called shows like greys anatomy and game of thrones dumb. gave me a half ass hug. lmao ok. we went in to kpot, i did all of the cooking (he had said prior that he usually does it, but idc). he asked me my salary. asked about my personal relationship with my sister. uh, not really any of your business yet. he paid the bill. i had offered twice to split or cover tip. thank you for that. I OFFERED HIM A MINT AND HE DIDN’T TAKE IT. eventually, i said i felt awkward and tense with him and once again, he questioned it and said i need to figure out what it is or else it won’t work (something along those lines). then he had the nerve to say “if you didn’t read the first line of my bio, i’m actually 24″ i’m like HUH? IT SAID 29. HOW CAN YOU LIE AND SAY 24. Then he was being defensive saying is age really a problem? i’m like, uh it’s not but like if i filtered my searches for someone older, then i kinda fucking expected someone older than me. either way, he gave me a kiss goodbye (his breath didn’t smell, thank god) and i went home. 

i would rate that date a 3/10. the texts are also hella dry. 

red flags: his BREATH, his personality and his lies? he would say one thing and then it turns out to be something completely different. he sounded so cocky i hated it. “i work when i want. i work 100+ hours. i drive a lambo, jk shows up in a honda civic. i work more than you. i make more money than you. i love myself so much.” LMAOOOOOOO okay eventually, i realized he was ugly as fuck and looked like a character from the veggie tales. and he was like “there goes your awkward laugh again” well maybe because you make me feel awkward

after meeting him, i realized something. i do not know about marriage, i do not know about children, i like to be independent, his breath smells like fucking ass, i smelled fucking great and i knew it, and it was soooooooooo not worth it. in the long run, we will not work out and i’m glad it will not. he poked at my insecurities and was super sarcastic. not interested. good luck to him with everything! 

anyways - back to grey’s anatomy & cuddling with my teddy bear <3

[amirulashraf-sam]

🚗HONDA CIVIC TYPE R (FK8)🚗

YEAR : 07/2019

SPECIFICATION : NAVI, TV, BACK CAM, 20 AW, CRUISE.

MILLAGE : -

COLOUR : BLACK

WILL GET 📋

🔹WARRANTY 7 YEARS

🔹TINTED

🔹COATING

🔹RFID

SELLING PRICE : 261K

RING RING (SAM) : 0122087997 🤙🏻

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YANG PASTI ANDA AKAN DAPAT KERETA IDAMAN ANDA.

[rebeleden]

Wendy Williams' Son Kevin Jr. Forced to Adjust to Low-Key Lifestyle With 2019 Honda Civic

CC RABID MISOGYNOIR AND BLACK FEMICIDE

NEVER MARRY HOBOSEXUAL PUBLIC PENIS

[p0is0n-is-th3-cur3]

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (often referred to as simply Danger Days) is the fourth studio album by the American rock band My Chemical Romance, released on November 22, 2010 by Reprise Records. Its songs are associated with the band's well known sound of alternative rock, pop-punk, and punk rock, along with an introduction of new musical elements, including power pop, pop rock, and electronic rock. The primary musical inspiration for the album came from contemporary rock, psychedelic rock, and protopunk bands of the sixties and seventies. It was the penultimate album released by the band before their six-year disbandment from 2013 to 2019.

Like the band's previous album The Black Parade, Danger Days is a rock opera. The album's storyline takes place in post-apocalyptic California in 2019, where a group of rebellious outsiders known as Killjoys battle against an evil corporation. In 2013, frontman Gerard Way published a comic that continues the story described in the album.

To promote the album, the band embarked on a world tour, titled The World Contamination Tour. It lasted from October 2010 to February 2012, and included concerts in Europe, North America, Asia and Oceania; the band also co-headlined the 10th Annual Honda Civic Tour with Blink-182. Danger Days received generally positive reviews from critics and sold 112,000 copies in its first week, debuting at the top of the Billboard Rock Albums and Alternative Albums charts, and at number 8 on the Billboard 200.[10] It also appeared in the music charts in several other countries. By February 2011, Danger Days had sold over a million copies worldwide.[11]

The Black Parade is the third studio album by American rock band My Chemical Romance. Released in Europe on October 23, 2006, and the United States on October 24, 2006,[1] through Reprise Records, it was produced by the band with Rob Cavallo, known for having produced multiple albums for the Goo Goo Dolls and Green Day. It is a rock opera and concept album centered on a dying man with cancer known as "The Patient". The album tells the story of his apparent death, experiences in the afterlife, and subsequent reflections on his life. It is the band's only studio album to feature Bob Bryar on drums before his departure in 2010.

The Black Parade received generally favorable reviews from critics, and the band achieved its first number one single in the United Kingdom with "Welcome to the Black Parade". The album debuted at number two on both the Billboard 200 and the UK Albums Chart and is also certified as triple-platinum in the United States by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and the United Kingdom by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI), as well as with gold certifications in both Argentina by the Argentine Chamber of Phonograms and Videograms Producers (CAPIF) and Chile by the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry Chile. The Black Parade was given the Platinum Europe Award by the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry for one million sales in Europe. The limited edition boxed set also earned My Chemical Romance a nomination at the 2008 Grammy Awards. Four singles were released from the album: "Welcome to the Black Parade", "Famous Last Words", "I Don't Love You", and "Teenagers".

My Chemical Romance began The Black Parade World Tour on February 22, 2007, in the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire. The tour featured 138 performances worldwide, as well as several festival and condensed shows. The tour was the longest and most internationally comprehensive headlining tour the band played, featuring three legs in North America, two legs in Europe, and one in Asia, Australia, and Latin America.

The song "Dead!" appears in the Xbox 360 version of Guitar Hero II, and the three songs "Teenagers," "Famous Last Words" and "This Is How I Disappear" were once available as downloadable content. The Black Parade has sold three million copies in the United States as of 2016, and four million worldwide. The record was reissued as The Black Parade/Living with Ghosts on September 23, 2016, in celebration of the tenth anniversary of the album's release. In 2020, Rolling Stone ranked the album number 361 in their updated "500 Greatest Albums of All Time" list.[2]

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (often shortened to Three Cheers or Revenge)[1] is the second studio album by American rock band My Chemical Romance, released on June 8, 2004 by Reprise Records.[2][3] With this album, the band produced a cleaner sound than that of their 2002 debut I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.[4] It was the band's first release to feature rhythm guitarist Frank Iero on all tracks, as well as the final release to feature drummer Matt Pelissier, who would later be replaced by Bob Bryar.[5]

The album was a success for both the band and the label.[6] The record produced four singles—"I'm Not Okay (I Promise)", "Helena", "The Ghost of You", and in the United Kingdom, "Thank You for the Venom".[4] It was certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) less than a year after its release,[3] and has sold over three million copies in the United States.[6]

Musically, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge has been described as��emo,[7][8] alternative rock,[8] pop punk,[9] post-hardcore,[10] punk rock,[11] and pop rock.[12] While I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love was considered "a particularly strident entry in that shifty genre of bands tortuously slamming together elements of emo, hardcore, and even metal",[13] Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge "both showcased their songwriting skills and gave them much-deserved attention".[4] Moving away from the "screamo parts"[14] and "the more complicated structures"[15] of their first record in favor of a sound that "skirts the line between pop punk and edgy, theatrical, emo"[4] while being "strongly influenced by hardcore punk",[15] Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge has been variously compared to The Misfits,[16] AFI,[13] and Thursday.[13]

Lead singer Gerard Way has referred to the first single "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" as a "self help pop song"[17] while also being called "a surging piece of emo-pop with a hook as ridiculously catchy as it was ridiculous"[18] and a "moving anthem for the young and depressed"[19] by AllMusic and Rolling Stone respectively. This single went on to be nominated for the Kerrang! award for best single[20] and reached number 86 on the US Billboard Hot 100.[21]

The album opener "Helena" has been referred to as an "album highlight and smash hit". Gerard has claimed that the song "shaped what the album is about" and "revealed their dark side" in comparison to the first single.[17] Its lyrics mourn the loss of Gerard and Mikey's grandmother,[17] Elena Lee Rush, and was their first entry into the top 40.[21]

[secretcycle]

2019 Honda Civic Type R

[i-want-cheese]

9/17 - Black Toyota Sienna (2019) plate number WGG-772 - I actually hit this car (lightly) with my front tire because they pulled onto the road from an off-ramp (they had a yield sign) and stopped. I didn't have enough time/space to come to a complete stop before hitting them.

Moped/scooter plate number A1B126 (possibly 1B126) - Stopped in the bike lane, instead of the turning lane, to make a right turn. I had to swerve around into traffic so I didn't hit him.

Silver Honda Civic (2012) plate number RWG-699 - Pulled into the bike lane and stopped to make a right turn (half in the bike lane, half in the turn lane) forcing me to swerve around them so that I didn't hit them.

I'm a salty cheese, so this school year I think I'll keep track of the drivers who try to kill me

8/27 - Black BMW plate number 673* (6730? 673G? 6736?) - Was looking left while turning right at a red light

[joiedevivrevehicles]

Renault Clio RS 18 F1 EDC Tested Long Term

Long-term test (Introduction): Renault Clio RS 18 F1 EDC

How could any young adult not be excited at the prospect of driving this little attitude-packed black-and-yellow hot hatch with its Akrapovič exhaust system for the next 12 months? We tested the Renault Clio RS 220 Trophy – the car on which this is based – in our July 2017 road test and gave it credit for its exceptional performance and handling but highlighted the EDC transmission as its Achilles’ heel. It was sluggish on downshifts, especially at everyday driving speeds.

Piloting the Clio RS 18 over the past few weeks has confirmed this characteristic but I’m already adapting to its quirks. Managing the transmission in manual mode via the aluminium column-mounted paddle shifters provides problem-free downshifts and makes my commute a little more entertaining. In traffic, it’s easier to keep it in auto but the dual-clutch does sometimes struggle to negate the effects of turbo lag from the 1,6-litre engine.

More likeable is the short gear ratios, offering rapid shifts. However, the engine spins at just above 3 000 r/min at 120 km/h which, combined with a 45-litre fuel tank, means the RS empties its tank quickly. Add its stiffly sprung Cup chassis and the RS 18 F1 does not make for an ideal long-distance tourer; instead I’ll have to embark on excursions in the Western Cape rather than undertaking any major trans-country road trips. The cushy bucket seats do make everyday driving comfortable.

What definitely is on the cards for the Clio RS is track days. With its honed chassis, Michelin Pilot Super Sport tyres and RS Monitor track-infused infotainment system, it would be a crime not to stretch this hot hatch’s legs on some properly surfaced tarmac. With Renault’s permission, I’ll be attending one or two track days at Killarney Raceway. Obviously, Deon Joubert’s lap time of 01:30,90 during our test of the Clio RS 220 Trophy is way beyond my abilities but it’ll be fun to see what this little car can really do.

With just 65 units produced for SA at R449 900 a pop, the Clio RS 18 F1 is a niche product, with its only rivals being the Volkswagen Polo GTI, Mini Cooper S and, to a lesser extent, the Abarth 595 Competizione 1,4T. The Clio RS 200 Cup and 220 Trophy are no longer available in SA, so this is the only hot Clio you can currently get your hands on. With the small hot-hatch segment slowly dying in South Africa, hopefully our time with this Clio RS derivative can reignite a spark of interest.

After 1 month

Current mileage: 1 921 km

Average fuel consumption: 11,79 L/100 km

We like: bad-boy attitude, short gear ratios

We don’t like: slow downshifts

Long-term test (Update 1): Renault Clio RS 18 F1 EDC

The Clio has been such a pleasure to drive, the biggest irk so far has been keeping that black paintwork clean. The Western Cape’s water restrictions have seen it caked in a layer of dust. That said, it’s proved a learning experience on how to be more hands-on with general car cleanliness and wiping off dirt spots as I notice them.

Despite all that, the striking black-and-yellow colour scheme has been a real head-turner, with current Clio owners being the most popular demographic to crane their necks, hoping for a second view as the RS races off.

After 2 months

Current mileage: 2 301 km

Average fuel consumption: 11,59 L/100 km

Long-term test (Update 2): Renault Clio RS 18 F1 EDC

You’d think a 1,6-litre, four-cylinder engine would be frugal in a small hot hatch but, after having driven the Clio RS a little more than two months and failing to resist the punch offered by the rather sizeable turbocharger, the consumption has settled on 11,49 L/100 km, 4,1 litres more than our fuel-index figures of 7,1. Of course, that figure is also hampered by my commuting, which sees me stuck in urban traffic to and from the office. The odd adventure to a nearby mountain pass makes up for the fuel cost, however.

After 3 months

Current mileage: 2 995 km

Average fuel consumption: 11,49 L/100 km

Long-term test (Update 3): Renault Clio RS 18 F1 EDC

As 2019 dawns, this generation Renault Clio enters the seventh year of its lifecycle, which is coincidentally also its last year of production. As per the knockout round on in our January Performance Shootout issue against the Volkswagen Polo GTI, Mini JCW, Honda Civic Type R and the Clio’s Mégane RS 280 Lux stablemate, it’s quite clear the RS is starting to feel its age despite remaining dynamically very capable. At least exclusivity is guaranteed compared to some of the others. In the four months I’ve driven this RS 18 F1, I haven’t seen another one (although that might also have something to do with Renault importing only 65 units).

You can pay top dollar for a new Clio RS 18 F1, yes. You can also find a quality used Renault Clio on the Group 1 Renault website… The Renault Clio for sale is a proven reliable and legendary car - so why not get a pre-owned Renault Clio for sale it at a bargain?

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Article sourced from https://www.carmag.co.za/car-reviews/

[vividracing]

New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/customer-spotlight-2019-honda-civic-type-r-on-titan-7-t-d6-wheels/

Customer Spotlight: 2019 Honda Civic Type R on Titan 7 T-D6 Wheels

The Honda Civic Type R has become increasingly popular among the automotive community and for good reason. This race-inspired hatchback was designed and engineered to deliver impressive performance, functional aerodynamics, and a sporty aesthetic that all ties together to offer a truly fun ride. While the Type R certainly exudes a powerful presence straight from the factory, the automotive aftermarket houses a wide range of parts to take it even further.

With that said, our customer Kevin Pakingan (@blade_liger_r) took advantage of the plentiful options out there and decided to treat his 2019 Honda Civic Type R to a new pair of shoes. He went with T-D6 Titan 7 forged wheels in a stunning Techna Bronze finish which complements the exterior Aegean Blue paint beautifully. Wrapped in Yokohama tires, this setup is a match made in heaven and the fitment is flawless. 

View All Titan 7 Forged Wheels Here

Titan 7 is a no-compromise company with over four decades of combined experience in the automotive industry offering high-quality forged wheels. The Titan 7 T-D6 wheels are the result of three years of extensive testing and design work. Although the 6-spoke design may appear to be simplistic, the T-D6 is packed with technical features that drive the brand’s “Forged for All” ideology to the next level.

A full-face design was chosen to give this wheel an excellent base for strength and rigidity. The popular “I–Beam” spoke construction goes well beyond the competition by connecting the machining work from the hub, spoke, and rim. This is a first for any wheel manufacturer, and Titan 7 decided to highlight this with its Launch Edition versions by offering it in a contrast machine color.

In keeping with the brand’s unwavering commitment to both light weight and high strength, a back rigid spoke tracer was employed for additional durability and stiffness. You can see a sliver of material that goes a long way for performance. Extensive machining was also employed on the backside of the spoke to remove material for final weight optimization. All of this was made possible by applying 10,000 tons of industry-leading forging force to deliver the wheel you see before your eyes below. 

Titan 7 T-D6 Wheel Features: 

Beefed-up inner rim flange for durability

Bead set knurling for traction

Contrast machined branding for authenticity

Each wheel is made to be vehicle-specific

Clears all popular big brake calipers

Tested according to U.S standards for safe road use

Available Finishes: Techna Bronze and Machine Black

Valve stems included. Center caps not included.

Backed by a Lifetime Structural Warranty

Learn More and Grab a Set of the Titan 7 T-D6 Forged Wheels Here. 

If you have any questions about Titan 7 wheels or fitment for your ride, please feel free to contact us. You can reach us by phone at 1-480-966-3040 or via email at sales@vividracing.com. 

[thewonandonly]

fifty three - face to face

tongue tied | performer!minho x youtuber!reader x performer!changbin

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as a positivity youtuber, y/n doesn’t have many people to give her the positivity she gives away. and she definitely didn’t believe he would help her.

—May 31, 2019, 6:20PM

after dropping off his bag, minho drove to y/n’s apartment, drumming his thumbs against the steering wheel. and when he arrived, he played back the steps of when he dropped her off at her apartment, of when he actually first asked her out. was that already two days ago? he was excited. but when the words came out of her mouth after they settled down on the couch, the three words, his world shattered.

“you… you kissed him?” minho stuttered. he got too comfortable. and since he got too comfortable, everything came crashing down.

y/n nodded, although slowly. “yes…”

“i see.” was it bad that minho didn’t care? it was just a kiss, right? who cares if they kissed? it wasn’t like y/n felt the same. she probably did it to be nice and not hurt his feelings, right? that had to be it. right? “well, thank you for telling me. some… some girls wouldn’t even bother.”

“do… do you hate me?”

minho shook his head, a gentle smile on his face, “no. just because you kissed doesn’t mean you feel the same as him.” he walked himself to the door, “i’ll see you soon.” the gentle smile that crossed his face immediately disappeared once he shut the door.

the anger that boiled through his skin kept him warm, even as the cold night’s wind brushed through his still sweat drenched hair. no hour of practice could make him this boiled.

he wasn’t aware of where he was going and he wasn’t aware why he was going there. but once he stopped outside the modern house, a black honda civic in front. the only light on was in the living room.

he remembers the flame he felt in his chest as he exited the car and knocked on the door.

[arcanum-of-stars]

TW: talk of a car accident + pictures

Alright this is going to be a bit of a long one. I really appreciate anyone who reads it through though. So if anyone didn’t know, I was in a car accident on May 27th 2019, one year ago today. I got T-boned (sorta) by a big Dodge Ram truck, while I was in my tiny 2004 Honda Civic. I was on the way to pick up my boyfriend and one of his fathers friends to bring into St.John’s. They live about an hour drive away. That morning I left around 7:20 and three minutes later it happened. I don’t remember exactly what happened because I got knocked out. In my mind, I picked up my boyfriend and we were all in the car driving to where we needed to be. And then I “woke up” and I was in my car crying, a paramedic was holding my head still as I was in the driver seat, still holding onto the wheel.

I heard them talking about my boyfriend and then they called him on my phone. I started crying even worse when I heard his voice. I was scared, I didn’t know what had happened, there was blood on me, and glass everywhere. They got me to come out through the passenger side and get up onto a gurney. I was put in the ambulance where the paramedic asked some questions as we drove to the hospital. They had to cut the sweater I was wearing off of me, it was covered in glass and blood. I laid on the gurney while they put an IV in. I don’t remember at what point they did put it on but I had a gauze pad wrapped around near my left eye.

A family friend of my boyfriends father who was in the hospital came in to see me. She started crying. I thought, “I must look like garbage laying here all bloody and bandaged with a neck brace” She asked what happened and I said I didn’t know. I really didn’t. Not too long after my boyfriends father came in. He actually cried a bit and told me I gave him some fright. Then my boyfriend came in and stayed with me through the xrays and when I had to get stitches. I had three cuts on my eye and the biggest on was a chunk taken out and you started to see the bone underneath so that was fun.

When it came time to give them a urine sample I couldn’t walk. It was so painful to move my legs and I need to be put into a wheelchair and even then my boyfriend was with me every step of the way to help. Him and his father were there because the police couldn’t get ahold of my family and neither could the hospital. It was my boyfriend who got into contact with my mother and let her know what had happened. Then they brought me to my parents house afterwards

Before we left though, we stopped to look at my car. I couldn’t see it at the time because, well, I couldn’t walk so I wasn’t able to get out of the truck. When I had to go back to the hospital for X-rays a few days later I was finally able to see my car, as well as the truck that hit me. I was told that I was lucky to be alive and that I made out with minimal injuries; a black eye, 8 stitches, a small collapsed lung and I could barely walk the pain was so bad in my legs

But the main point of me saying this is because I could have died. That impacted the people around me. I’ve had depression for a several years now and even self harmed and had suicidal thoughts. You really don’t realize how much people care for you until something really bad happens like this.

I have anxiety driving even in passenger and if I tried to drive I really don’t know what I’d do. I have scars on my face from the cuts that were so deep you could see bone and some scars on my legs. The fines I still need to pay from that accident that constantly cause me stress. The physical pain and emotional pain from that accident are something that I have dealt with and have. But nothing from that will ever affect me more than when I saw my boyfriend come in. I couldn’t move from where I was, I was covered in blood and looked awful and the only thing I wanted right then was him with me. I reached my hand out to him and said “I need you” and that was the moment he broke and started crying.

I would have made my turn if the guy driving the truck wasn’t speeding in a 30 zone. If I remember he was going around 60-70. He also had a kid with him who was luckily ok.

Please if you’ve read this far, take this as a reminder, people do care. Don’t take for granted the people close to you and please drive safe.

[reallifeishorror]

Hey everyone. Here's the most recent true crime cases I've covered.

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Also Tumblr has recently deemed a lot of my posts inappropriate so if you want to read my stuff you can go to the blog HERE<< Thanks :) -Remember the disappearance of  of Timmothy Pitzen in 2011? To refresh you on the case, the six year old's mother took him out of school claiming there was a "family emergency". she proceeded to take him to a zoo and water park before committing suicide in a hotel room. Timmothy Pitzen was never found. Then, in April 2019 a man found wandering the streets of Kentucky claimed to be the missing boy. (continue reading) -Next up, the murder of Grace Packer. This has got to be one of the most disturbing crimes I think I've ever covered. Needless to say reader discretion is advised.Grace was adopted when she was a toddler and suffered abuse at the hands of her foster father. He was jailed for his crime but the abuse would not stop there. Soon after her mother divorced she was introduced to a whole new monster. (read this story) -11 year old Amberly Alexis Barnett went missing from her Aunt’s mobile home in Alabama in March. Neighbors and police searched for the child but failed to locate her. 33 year old man named Christopher Wayne Madison was one of the neighbors involved in the search, but investigators would come to find out that he was much more involved than he first let on. (read the full story) -When Diana Alejandra Keel went missing her husband didn't seem too concerned. By the time Keel's body was discovered in a rural area not far from their home, her husband, Rexford Lynn Keel Jr was already several states away.  Deeper investigation into the case revealed that the accident that killed his previous wife may not have been an accident at all. (read) -On the 20th of December, 2018, the Effingham county sheriff's office received a phone call concerning the well-being of a local teenage girl named Mary Crocker. The caller said she “feared” for the 14 year old girl’s safety after learning disturbing information about the child’s abusive home life. The mystery of two missing children from an Effingham County began to unravel. (continue) -The last time anyone saw 19 year old Molley Lanham and 18 year old Thomas Grill alive was February 25th. The couple went missing from Indiana after going out for a drive in their black Honda Civic over a week ago, leaving behind no clues to their whereabouts. But an anonymous tip submitted to the Porter County Sheriff’s Office  lead officers to arrest a suspect in what is now considered a possible double homicide.(read this story) -On Friday July 6th 1973, an 11 year old girl named Linda O’Keefe went missing while walking home from Lincoln Intermediate School in Corona Del Mar.Witnesses who saw Linda walk home that day came forward to report a suspicious man in a dark turquoise van. One of her classmates said that she saw the van approach the missing girl, however she couldn’t hear what was said.(continue) -Ask neighbors and acquaintances of Jerry Arnold Westrom what kind of man he was and they would describe him as a friendly and generous Hockey dad who loved his family and was very active in the local community. But the 52 year old ex- Isanti businessman had a dark history that not many were aware of. Learn how a hotdog lead to the arrest of a man who managed to evade responsibility for a cruel murder he committed in the early nineties. (read here) -On January 4th 2019, 22 year old mother of 4, Savannah Spurlock, got dressed in preparation for a night out at a local bar in Kentucky. She pulled on a figure hugging burgundy red pencil skirt, a black plunge blouse and a pair of stiletto heels before grabbing a cross body purse and heading out to the “other bar” in downtown Lexington, Kentucky.She vanished later that night after being captured on CCTV with two men. What happened to Savannah that night? (continue) -On the 5th of February 2019, a highway worker in Greenwich, Connecticut discovered a large, red, abandoned suitcase in a wooded tract, just 15 feet from the highway. The worker cautiously approached the discarded luggage near Glenville road and unzipped it to reveal the grisly contents. Inside the case was the fully clothed body of a young woman with her wrists and ankles bound. The worker pulled out his phone and contacted the local police to report the discovery (continue)

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a/n: i wrote this because of @c-dizzle-swizzlex and @twoamhood so it’s dedicated to them.  It’s pretty much modeled after the first movie with a bit of inspo from the others too, but like i said, i tweaked it to make it click better as i saw fit. There are also a lot of weird cuts in the movie and i couldn't include every scene so just bear with me. If you haven't seen the movie, the premise is that the boys are street racers who are running an illegal operation on the side. Enjoy! (this is still in the era of black haired cal) also, huge thanks to @calumh-excess who was crucial in the final stages of the writing process!

word count: around 8k

warnings: violence?

summary: If you haven't seen the movie, the premise is that the boys are street racers who are running an illegal operation on the side

Just for reference this is what car they all drive:

Luke: baby blue Porsche 911 GT2 RS

Ashton: cherry red 2019 ford mustang with a one cylinder nitro motor

Michael: purple honda civic with a V8 cylinder motor and green flames

Calum: jet black 1965 ford mustang GT with a two cylinder nitro system

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Boys were dumbasses. Calum knew this mainly because he was one. Still, it didn’t change the fact that, at their core, all boys were dumbasses. This was all Cal could think as he watched one of his closest mates offer up his pink slip over a goddamn race. Dumbass. Maybe Ash was one of the best racers in L.A. but there was no reason to take that risk unless absolutely necessary. Still, it was fun to see Ash pretend that his car wasn’t as fast as it actually was. Michael had done a hell of a job with the designs for the restoration, so, aside from Cal’s own car, it was probably one of the fastest ones in L.A.. Cal was grinning, but he hand his hand over his face to keep up his stoic appearance. While Cal may not have been able to stop this madness, there was no way in Hell he’d approve of it. Still, the adrenaline from the race was a hell of a rush. Especially as Ash hit the nitro and visibly made the other racer eat his dust. He won by quite a bit, too. Cal already knew that he and the boys would have a hot meal after turning the car.  Usually they just sold the cars back to their original owners, which was convenient as fuck.

“Do you have to give them so much hope?” Cal reached into his pocket and drew out another cigarette and his lighter. He lit up and took a deep inhale. This “team” as they called themselves would be the death of him.

“Aw, c’mon mate. You know it’s more fun that way.” Ash giggled and checked out his new set of wheels.

“Alright, alright.” Cal took another drag of the cig. Being the leader of this rag tag group had its perks and its downfalls, one of them being trying to control all these asshats. “You’ve had your fun. Ditch the car and we’ll rollout.”

Ash chuckled again and waved Jake, the original owner of the car, over. It was a quick deal, ten gs for his car back. Jake knew how they rolled and was prepared to give the cash over without an issue. It was simple, just a standard Friday night. That is, until the cops showed.

“Everybody clear out!” Cal shouted over the madness at the first whisper of a siren. The more people that were in jail, the less money he made off them. So yeah, it was in his best interest to keep them out. Cal watched for a few seconds as everyone bolted to their cars and peeled off the street they had been using as a track. As soon as Cal saw Ash was in his car and heading, Cal hopped in his own ride and floored it. The cops were on his ass. Mainly because he had waited so long for everyone else to clear out. It took him a hot minute to lose the majority of them, so once he narrowed it down to only three sets of red and blue lights, he was ready to be done with them. He took two hard lefts, letting his car drift, but not too hard. He made sure to keep his car hugging the curb. One of the cops drifted too hard, practically wrapping his car around the telephone pole on the corner. Cal hoped the cop inside was okay, but it was still one less cop on his ass. Cal then drifted into another hard right and then another left as soon as he had cleared the curb, steering his car into an empty storage locker. He whipped the door open and slammed the locker door shut before the cops even rounded the first corner. He stopped for a minute and caught his breath before pulling his leather jacket back on and hoofing it back onto the street. He barely made it two hundred feet before a rather late cop came sloppily around the corner. Cal knew he was in for a shitstorm when the cop made quick work of a three point turn and headed back in Cal’s direction.

“Hey, Hood. Stop right where you are. Face to the Pavement.” The megaphone crackled over the cop’s loudspeakers. Cal just thought ‘fuck it’ and sprinted for the nearest alleyway. It was probably a lost cause, though. The alley wasn’t even a dead end, and Cal knew these idiots would chase him to the ends of the Earth. So when cherry red Nissan 370Z pulled up next to him, he didn’t hesitate to hop in. Maybe it was a little stupid and a lot reckless, but the only thing he could think of was staying out of jail. He didn’t bother to look at whoever had picked him up, instead training his concentration on the sirens getting louder and louder behind them.  Whoever was driving him was having none of it, taking a wide drift out of the alley. The cop behind them tried to follow suit, but was instead hit by an oncoming car.

As they sped off, two more cops approach from the opposite direction. They tried to form a roadblock with their cars, but Cal’s driver knew what they were doing. The two of them were pushed and pulled by the momentum of the car as it swerved to avoid the obstacles in the road. The cops took too long to right their vehicles, so by the time they did, Calum and his mystery driver were already long gone. The road they had taken spilled out onto the highway where Cal finally got a good look at his supposed savior. To his somewhat surprise, it was a girl, and not even the kind he was used to. Most of the chicks he hung with were either blondes or brunettes, with tube tops and tight leather skirts that barely covered anything. This girls, she didn’t appear to be that kind of person. She looked more… clean cut. A typical upper class girl if he had to guess. Long and perky honey blonde hair and yellow green eyes? Just screamed cheerleader, especially with the ski-jump nose, high cheekbones and cream-like complexion. She certainly didn’t look like a racer. But when she opened her mouth, boy did she talk like one.

“So what’re you doin’ on this half of town?” She kept her eyes trained on the road, only acknowledging through her words. Her voice, though, was so unforgettable to Cal.  Husky and low, the kind that you got from smoking a few cigarettes each day.

“Dunno. Guess I got lost.” Cal didn’t know this girl, didn’t know who the hell she associated with. While Cal may not have had outright enemies, he certainly had a list of people that didn’t like him, and vice versa. It was better to be wary than the say the wrong thing to the wrong person.

“Hmm. Well, buddy, you picked the wrong place to get lost. This place gets ravaged by Johnny Tran and his gang quite a bit. You’re not safe alone out here.” This time, she spared a couple glances in Cal’s direction. They drove on for a few minutes with only the sounds of the tires treading over the concrete. They were alone on the road for quite a few miles.

Before Cal knew what was happening, a set of eight motorcycles was flainking the car. His mystery driver noticed what Cal was gaping at through her rearview mirror, muttering a small ‘shit’ under her breath. She started to accelerate, but before she could enact whatever plan she was forming in her head, one of the cyclist pulled up next to her window.

“Follow us.” The cyclist was shouting to be heard over the wind, but Cal could very clearly see the muzzle pointing right at the blonde. When he turned, he saw a twin muzzle pointing at him, too. He saw the girl’s knuckles whiten on the wheel, her nails digging into the leather. Together, with the motorcycles, they flew down the highway, on the way to god-knows-where. The blonde-haired beauty sitting next to him furrowed her brow, but Cal could someow sense that this wasn’t the only thing that was eating away at her. He studied her face, trying to decide if it was worth trying to talk to her. Before he could make up his mind, she skidded to a stop in the courtyard of a rundown chinese restaurant. When she stepped out of the car, Cal couldn’t help but notice that she was packing. She placed her hand on the door and slammed it hard, the bang echoing through the courtyard. Cal followed suit, closing the door softer than his driver but still firm. He leaned his back on the car and lit up a smoke. He was tense, but he made sure to look at ease. There was no way in hell he was going to be intimidated by anyone. Their escort circled them, prevent any sort of escape or shit. Whatever. Cal was sure to appear unbothered by any of this shit, even when Johnny Tran and his cousin Chase came speeding around the corner.  

“Well, well, Hood. I think you’re a little lost.” Tran unhooked his leg for the seat and then proceeded to lean back against it, taking the girl who had ridden behind him under his arm.

“Hood wasn’t driving. Sorry though, I, uh, guess I lost my map.” Before Cal could open his mouth, his driver snapped back at Tran, her voice just dripping with sarcasm and venom. Cal felt his eyebrows tug up a little. This girl had some heat in her veins. He’d have to learn her name at some point.

“I don’t think I was speaking to you, Turell. And until I do, you had better keep you damn mouth shut.” Tran physically didn’t seem angry, but Cal could tell by Tran’s tone of voice that he was. What about this girl was making his blood boil the way it so clearly was? Every step Tran took was ripe with tension. At least now he was able to put a name to her face. Turell. He’d have Michael run a records check later. She might could be of use to him in the future. With the way she drove, there were quite a few possibilities.

“You need something Tran?” For the first time since their arrival, Cal opened his mouth. He blew the smoke out of his lungs and snubbed the cigarette out under his boot. Cal lazily brought his eyes up to meet Tran’s and cocked his head at an angle.

“Nice car you got here, Hood.” Tran strolled around the perimeter of the car, taking in every detail. “Whatta think, Chase?”

“Nice Car indeed.” Chase shrugged the machine gun he was holding up higher into his arms, making sure it was clear to the duo that he and Tran could and would use it. Tran seemed finished with the interaction. He slung his leg back over the bike and motioned for everyone to wheel out behind him. They sped off, and just as Cal and Turell were about to get back in, they heard the all too familiar high-pitched whine of motorcycles once again. Tran and Chase rounded the corner once more, but this time, instead of stopping to chat, they both brought out heavy weight machine guns. They covered Turell’s car in a smattering of bullets, shattering the glass, deflating the tires, damaging the motor. It happened in a matter of seconds, Tran and Chase gone as fast as they came. Turell just sighed and started examining the car before a look of pure fear crossed her face.

“NOS!” She screamed, immediately turning and sprinting away from the car. Cal mutter a fuck before following suit. At the last second, they dove for it, both of them hitting the dirt as  the car went up in flames behind them. Turell groaned and flipped over on her back, staring at the broken wreckage of her car.

“Thanks.” Cal stood up and offered her a hand, which she ignored.

“What for?” She sounded more tired than angry, which, for some odd reason, was a relief to Cal. He could put his finger on why, but he really just didn't want to be the cause of this girl’s anger.

“Everything, I guess.” Cal watched the girl brush herself off, not even bothering to go back to inspect the wreckage of her former car. He guessed there was nothing inside she need to keep. Or rather, nothing that could have survived. “I owe you one.”

“You owe me a ten second car.” She raised her eyebrows and pointed a finger at him. The way she said it was like it was a fact, not even up for debate.

Cal chuckled, brushing off her comment. They’d work something out later, but right now, they had to focus on getting back to town.

“So what did Tran want with you anyways, Hood?” She procured a cell phone from the pocket of her leather jacket and proceeded to hold it up, desperately trying to get a shred of a signal.

“I could ask you the same question, Turell.” Cal just shoved his fists as deep into the pockets of his jacket as they could go. It was a long story, and if presented with the option, Cal almost always chose to keep his mouth shut.

“AJ.” While AJ wasn’t ashamed to admit that the way Hood said her name was kinda sexy, she just wasn’t used to the idea of someone calling her ‘Turell’. She wasn’t a huge fan of her last name.

“Calum.” Cal offered his hand to her, a symbol of their acquaintance ship. They continued on in companionable silence for a while, only having miniscule conversations every once in awhile. After a solid five miles, they came across a point where AJ finally got service. She eagerly called a cab, saving them from the remaining fourteen miles on their feet. Cal just old the cabbie his address, not paying mind to the other occupant of the cab. He figured he’d pay for it, though. To somewhat make up for it.

Cal could hear the bass booming and shaking the walls of the house from two streets away. As soon a he got home, he was knocking heads together. Worthless dumbasses. He lumbered up to the porch before turning back and seeing AJ already halfway down the block, heading in what he assumed was the direction of her house. He thought for a moment before deciding that he did trust her, at least somewhat. Enough to invite her inside, he supposed.

“Turell! Want a beer?” Cal’s voice was rough against the mostly quiet street, but he could barely hear himself think over the bass of the house. He knew that, for whatever reason, he wanted her around.

AJ turned at the sound of his voice, a small smile playing on her lips. She didn’t say anything but she did turn and start walking back towards the house. Towards Cal’s house. Together they stepped inside, her smaller frame hidden by his large one. As soon as he came into their line of sight, both Ashton and Luke jumped up from where they were sitting.

“Cal, uh hey bud!” Ashton had a beer in his hand, slurring his words a little. “We were just about to go lookin’ for you!”

“Oh, shut up.” Cal sneered at the curly haired brunette standing before him with a beer in his hand. It was nice to know that while Cal had been chased by the cops, threatened by Tran, and on an involuntary ten mile hike, the boys had been nice and comfortable back at the house enjoying beers.

Cal walked back to the doorway where AJ was standing, but not before noticing Michael trying to get in a girl’s pants in the middle of the Living room.

“Oy. Turbo. Take it upstairs. You can’t paint a car without sanding it down first.” Cal shook his head as he picked his way through the drunk bodies. These boys would be the death of him. It was then he noticed Lindy. She was the final member of their little group, not counting Mali. Lindy had always been around as far as Cal could remember, but recently she had changed in ways that Cal wasn’t a fan of. To Cal, if you wanted others to respect you, you had to respect yourself first. Lindy had basically sold her body and while Cal believed that it wasn’t his place to tell her what to do with her body, he also wasn't going to take any part in that mess. Lindy, however, seemed to have her focus on something else. Or, rather, someone else.

“Why’d you bring that skank here?” Lindy was seething. She was leaning up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest.

“Because the ‘skank’ kept me out of prison.” Cal could hear his voice rising as he spoke to her. He needed to walk away, fast, before he lost his temper. “That your beer?”

“Yeah, that’s my beer.” Lindy cocked her head at Cal, seemingly confused. Cal said nothing, instead just grabbing her beer and walking back to where AJ was standing.

“Here. You can have any beer you want, as long as it’s a Budweiser.” AJ smiled back and him and took the bottle from his hand. She then proceeded to make direct eye contact with Lindy as she wiped the mouth of the bottle for a solid minute with her shirt. Cal honestly thought it was pretty funny. Lindy looked like she was about to explode, but AJ was entirely unbohered, instead taking a long pull of the beer.

“Hey, do you have a bathroom I can use?” She turned to Cal with a slight smirk on her face. Her voice was soft, but Cal had no trouble hearing it over the bass. It had presence, an air of respect surrounding it.

“Upstairs. Second door on the left.” AJ turned and retreated up the staircase, Calum watching the whole time she was in view. Cal felt that there was a difference between her and the girls he was usually around, something about the way she carried herself. He found the respect she had for herself, the take no one’s shit attitude endearing. The way girls around here threw themselves at him, well, that just wasn't his vibe. But AJ, it seemed that all she wanted was her car back, nothing more. Cal respected her for that. So much so that he decided it would be a good idea to bring her to his sacred space the next day: his garage.

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AJ had no idea what she was getting herself into. Hanging around with Calum Hood and his gang was no walk in the park. Especially with their rivalry with Tran’s gang. Tran had the numbers, but Calum Hood was a very cunning man. Still, it was inconvienet as fuck to keep getting kidnapped by Tran’s motorcycle gang, which was exactly what was happening right now. Although, now when the muzzle of the gun was shoved in her face, she sighed instead of getting all worked up. She found it worked better that way. They led her back to the same dumbass chinese place, and once again, AJ stepped out of the car that Hood had let her borrow and slammed the door.

“Were the guns really necessary this time?” AJ walked over to Tran who in turned opened his arms to her.

“Little sister. How nice to see you again.” Tran engulfed her in a hug, but AJ just sighed. She and Tran weren’t technically related, but they were pretty close. Tran had sort of taken her under his wing when she was younger, and they had remained close over the years.

“Hello, big brother. Please tell me your goons all had their weapons on safety.” AJ smirked at Tran, knowing full and well they didn’t. But she was still going to give him shit about it.

“Of course. Anything to report?” Tran really didn’t waste any time getting to the point. AJ didn’t either though, so she didn’t blame him for not making small talk.

“I think I’m in. Hood is practically wrapped around my finger. Although, was it really necessary to trash my car like that?” AJ was still sort of pissed about that. The Nissan that her brother had so ceremoniously trashed had been her first car, the one she and Johnny had practically built form the ground up.

“Hey. I promised I would make it up to you.” AJ knew that Johnny always kept his promises, but she was still a little pissed. Whatever he had for her had better be good.

“Remember. I need to know not only who, but how.” Johnny took her by the shoulders and looked directly into her eyes, gravely serious.

“I understand. If anyone knows, then it’ll be Hood. He has a hand in everything in the world.” AJ just rolled her eyes. How the hell was she supposed to be gathering intel if he checked up on her every second of every day. She just turned and walked back to her car. It was typical for him to worry about her, but it was still annoying as fuck. She just sped off, back to Hood’s garage. He said he had something to show her, and while AJ may not have known what the hell he was talking about, she had some hope that it was relevant to her conversation with he brother. Much to her disdain, Hood had other plans.

“Here you go.” Hood led her over to a beat up and burnt car. A true junker. AJ wasn’t even sure she could salvage it for parts.

“The fuck is this Hood?” AJ crossed her arms and smirked at Cal, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“This is the car.” Cal spread his arms and continued to smile. “You know, the one I owe you.”

“I asked for a ten second car, not a ten hour car.” AJ rolled her lips into her mouth, still not sure where Cal was going with this.

“Listen. You put about ten grand in and a few hours of work and this car will decimate.” Cal snapped his fingers and a pasty blonde man came over and put a set of plans into Cal’s open and awaiting palm.

“We’ll see.” AJ walked in a slow circle around the car, taking in every detail of it. The body may have been rough, but the car itself was the sickest thing she had ever seen. A 1969 chevy grand sport convertible. AJ’s dream car. Hood had no way of knowing that, but it was still a pretty fucking sweet moment for her.

“You can work on it here. If you can’t find the right tool in this garage, you don’t belong under the hood of a car.” Cal smiled at her one more time and then turned and walked back to his own car, eternally tinkering under the hood. AJ just smiled and lifted up the hood of the car. When she did, she let out a small whistle. Hood was right. This car would be killer, if they could fix it up that was.

“Hey. I’m Michael.” The same man who had given Cal the plans approached AJ and introduced himself.

“AJ.” AJ shook his hand, but her gazed remain on the car. She was trying to figure out all the schematics of the car, what color of paint, where the nitro can would go, how to reduce the maximum amount of weight while keeping the car functional.

“I have some plans drawn up if you wanna take a look.” Michael cleaned the grease off his hands with a rag and jerked his head in the direction he started walking. AJ followed him, but was still thinking about that damn car. It would be perfect when she was finished. Absolutely perfect.

“Here.” Michael led her over to a computer and typed in a line of code. Some blueprints popped up a few seconds later, for her car only better. There was an amped up version of her engine, a detailed list of every part they would need, even how many horsepower the car would have when they were done.

“Holy shit, man. You should have gone to MIT or some shit.” AJ was in awe. She had wanted to go to college, but life doesn't always work out the way you wanted. AJ both understood and respected that.

“Nah. I wanted to stay here, with my brothers. It’s the only life I’ve ever known, but it’s the only life I’d want to live.” Michael grinned softly at her, vulnerable but completely at ease. He used two fingers and pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. AJ smiled back at him, happy to be a part of their small but loyal group.

…

AJ wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up here. At a barbeque. With Calum Hood and his entire gang. But the food smelled delicious, so who was she to complain? They were waiting to eat til Lindy got here with the rolls and extra beer, but AJ didn’t mind, instead enjoying a casual conversation with Cal. Without realizing it, they slipped from casually talking, to kind of flirting in a way. Neither of them realized it, but Ashton and Luke watched them closely. They had never seen Cal this happy before, but it was a nice change of pace for him. It was peaceful for a few moments, Michael lost in a book, Ash and Luke appreciating Cal’s smile, and Cal and AJ lost in their own little world. It was nice, until they heard the roar of an engine approaching. Lindy.

“Lindy. Come help me with the rest of the chicken.” Cal welcomed Lindy, with a gracious smile and a nod of his head. Lindy, however, was in no mood for niceties.

“No, it looks like you have all the help you need there, Cal.” With that, Lindy threw the beer and rolls to Ash and Luke. She then climbed back into her car and sped off, back down the street.

“Her loss. The chicken is fucking amazing.” AJ snorted, brushing off Lindy’s downright rude behavior.

“You’ve eaten?” Cal looked back at AJ, an expression of disbelief on his face. He was dumbfounded at the fact that he had been standing there the entire time, laughing and talking to her, and yet AJ still managed to steal a piece of chicken and eat it. He was really more impressed than anything else.

“Uh, no?” AJ looked at him sheepishly, answering timidly. They all knew it was a lie, but it was worth a shot to try.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s all of us eat.” Cal stated loudly, putting extra stress on the word all. Everyone help to gather the food together and set it up nicely on the table. It was like a typical american barbeque with family and friends. Not once had she ever felt anything even remotely like this with Johnny and Chase. This closeness. This type of family. It was utterly new and fragile, and it made AJ’s heart break a little knowing it would all be over so soon. The rest of the lunch went by smoothly, just so utterly comfortable. It was an easy transition from the soft lunch, to all of them munching on popcorn and watching some awful movie on TV. They were all a tangle of limbs, spilling of the couch and onto the floor. AJ was sandwiched between Cal and Luke, Luke’s long legs slung over her own and trapping her in. Still, she wouldn't have wanted to get up anyways. Which is why she had such a difficult time getting up to leave.

“AJ. Hey. What do you say we take the grand sport out for a test drive tomorrow? You know, before the big desert races?” Cal was still seated on the couch, only now he had a fast asleep luke completely slumped onto his lap.

“Sure thing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, AJ slipped out the door heading back to her apartment.

Cal smiled to himself, knowing no one else had shared that moment with him and AJ. While he was more than excited for her to be able to race the car, he was still somewhat disappointed that he wouldn’t be working on the car with her everyday for hours on end. Still, he was confident that they had made enough of an imprint on her for her to still come around. Although, Cal felt that she deserved a medal for putting up with them. Between Lindy’s bullshit and the boys’ dumbassery, AJ was a whole different type of person. The type that Cal, for whatever, found himself falling in love with. He knew it was a cliche, but Cal was more than ready to be the first to say that AJ was different from other girls. Cal didn’t care about the cliche though. He believed that when you were in love with someone, that someone truly is different from all other people. That person is so different because they’re yours. And no one could truly replace them.  

…

Cal and AJ met the next day at the garage. Cal hadn’t let AJ see the final results, not the paint job nor the interior and chrome detailing. So the big reveal was a sight to behold.

“You ready?” Cal smirked, thumb hovering over the button on the garage door opener. It was exciting, both of them feeling the adrenaline flowing through their veins. AJ was practically bouncing up and down, and Cal was eating up the elated expression written all over her face. It was a new sensation for him, this feeling of pure love. Sure the boys were his life, but it was nice to have something for him for once. Just his.

“Born ready, Hood.” AJ was in trouble. Everything with this fucking mission had gone so wrong, so so fast. Mainly because she had fallen for Calum fucking Hood so hard so fast. She had, like an idiot, fallen in love with her brother’s worst rival. Damn.

So Calum clicked the button and watched as AJ lit up. She gasped loudly and ran over to the car, actually hugging it. Cal couldn’t blame her though, the car was a beauty. Jet black with a multi finish chrome. An all leather interior and completely black as well. The team had even installed blue led lights in the wheel houses.

“Let’s take her out for a spin, eh?” Cal was more than ready to get behind the wheel, really see how fast she could go. But before he could react, AJ snathed the keys out of his hand and jumped into the driver's seat, forgoing the door altogether. Cal rolled his lips into his mouth, but he was smiling so hard. AJ drove like someone was after her, taking every turn or corner as a drift, screeching to a stop at every light. They continued like that for a while, retreating further and further out of town. Eventually they pulled up at a spotlight right next to a Ferrari of some sorts.

“Nice car.” AJ called out to the man across the lanes of traffic. “What’s the retail on one of those?”

“More than you can afford, sweetheart.” Stuck up bigot.

“Smoke him.” Cal muttered under his breath to AJ, ready to make this idiot with a stick up his ass eat their dust. Which is exactly what happened. As soon as the light turned green, AJ floored it. There were a few cars in front of her, but AJ had no restraints keeping her from swerving into the oncoming traffic lanes. They smoke that asshole by miles, watching him fade to a mere speck in their rearview mirrors. It was something else, honestly. Eventually they pulled into a small but packed seafood restaurant. The two of them got a table on the back patio. They had an amazing view of the ocean and could feel the cool sea breeze hitting them every so often.

“This is dumb.” AJ just blurted it out, completely unprovoked. Cal looked up in surprise, a shrimp tail hanging out from between his lips.

“What?” Cal finished chewing and swallowing before asking his question. What did she mean, this is dumb? Being with him? Racing? He hoped not.

“Just, this!” AJ knew she wasn’t articulating what she really wanted to say, but it was hard to put her pent up feelings into words.

“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna lose your meal ticket?” Cal knew he was just pretending to brush it off, but if AJ actually meant that she thought being with him was dumb, he was going to break.

“First, I don’t need you to pay for me. Second, I just need you to stop lying to me. I want in. On whatever you’re running, I want in.” AJ relaxed against the booth seat she was sitting in, almost breathless. It felt weird, knowing she was getting this info only to feed it back to her brother. Only to use it against him.

“I’ll tell you what. We’ll see how you do at the desert races this weekend, then we’ll talk.

Cal slipped her a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket, sliding it across the table to her. Her fingers brushed his as she picked it up and looked at the address, her touch sending tingles down his spine. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

…

Tomorrow came too soon. Today was the day when she would know. If it was Hood and his gang, then her source of happiness for the past few days would al disappear. She had a strong sense of loyalty, but and issue presented itself with that. Should she be loyal to Tran, her brother, or Cal, her love? It was a difficult decision, but she knew she would face a great loss either way. She had to focus up, get her head in the game. This was a problem for later. Right now, there was two grand on the line and her reputation. She didn’t come to lose. And the idiot she was up against? A fucking ameatuer. Used his Nos within the first twenty seconds. AJ knew she had it won. She even smiled sweetly and waved as the idiot she was racing at her dust.

It was as she was finishing up her race that Tran pulled her aside to talk, still on a high from the win.

“Any new intel?” Johnny kept his grip tight on her arm, too tight for her comfort.

“No. I find out today.” AJ forcibly pulled her arm out of his vice grip. When she saw the bruises already forming on her arm, it was then she knew. Tran had never actually seen her as a sister. Merely an opportunity. A broken little girl who could be manipulated for his needs. All the times he had sacrificed her for the profit, all the bruises and broken bones she had endured. Just a means of infiltrating other gang. She was sick of being lied to, sick of being used. So she made up her mind. Her loyalty lied with Cal. Cal alone. She turned and stalked away from Johnny with no other word, merely retreating to the trailer that Cal had brought out from the group. The sun had already set, signaling the end of the races,  so she was hoping to catch him. They had quite a bit to discuss. While she was sick of people lying to her, she was also sick of lying to the people she cared about. She stepped into the trailer, but before she could call out his name, she heard arguing outside the trailer. Loudly. She approached the window, staying behind the curtain, but still able to hear every word.

“You shouldn’t do this Cal. It’s not safe anymore.” Lindy was yelling at Cal, and she was starting to cause a scene. She was even tearing up a little.

“This is the last one. Chill out. We’ll be back soon.” Cal didn’t make any move to comfort her, instead just turning and walking away.

This was it. AJ could feel it, from the context to the raw tension in the air. However, contrary to what she had told Cal yesterday, she didn’t want in. She wanted them to stop. After growing closer to them, she feared for their safety more than anything. AJ had pulled off a few stunts like this with Johnny, so she knew first hand how dangerous they truly were. Now that the truckers knew they were coming, she was sure they would be arming themselves against the gang. She immediately ran out of the trailer and sprinted over to Lindy.

“Where are they going?” She grabbed Lindy by the shoulders and spun her around, looking directly into her eyes. It was clear from her conversation with Cal that Lindy was the only other person who understood the gravity of the situation.

“Get off of me, Turell. Or, should I say, Tran?” Lindy looked at AJ with fire in her eyes. AJ started chewing on her bottom lip. Shit. This isn’t what she needed right now, especially if she wanted to save the boys she had so come to love.

“Listen. It’s not what it seems. I get that you hate me, and that you don’t trust me, but right now, I’m your only shot at saving those boys. And if you love them as much as I do, then you’ll get in the car with me.” AJ removed her hands from Lindy’s shoulders, completely grave. There was too much at stake for games or jealousy. Lindy seemed to understand that, though, Together, she and AJ ran to the grand sport. They climbed in, and AJ had the pedal almost through the baseboard of the car before she was even full seated. Lindy gave her some quick directions to a shipment about forty minutes from their location, and all AJ could do was speed in that direction with her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She just hoped she got there in time.

…

This was the third truck that they had raided, and so far, Cal was hoping that it would go like the first two. But, as he learned the hard way, hopes didn’t get people very far in life. Everything had gone wrong as soon as Luke had made the jump from Cal’s car to the grill plate of the target truck. It was Ashton who had first noticed the gun, radioing it over to the others so they could abort. Sadly, it was too late to warn Luke so the blond had made the jump anyways. Cal watched as Luke realized what the driver was holding, watched as he panicked and tried to hide to avoid the spray of bullets from the buck shot. Cal muttered out a string of curse words, knowing he was powerless to stop this mess from happening. Luke was flopping around trying to find a foothold, spiraling around to the passengers side of the door.

That would have been fine if not for the fact that the wire he had used as a grounding system got tangled around his arm, bloodying it. Cal and Ash pulled onto either side of the truck and Michael took point, each of them shouting into the radio, desperately searching for a way to rescue their friend. It was then Cal noticed the jet black grand sport approaching behind them at a high rate of speed. He was so busy focusing on AJ and Lindy approaching in the rearview mirror that he failed to notice the 18-wheeler slamming into his side before it was too late. Cal felt the collision in his bones, rolling the car three times into the desert brush and ditch. His ears were ringing and everything was hurting, but he still remained focused on Luke. He heard a faint crackling diluted by the ringing in his ears, heard Ash’s voice broadcast over the radio that he was turning back for Cal. Cal wanted to respond, tell him to remain focused on Luke, but for some reason he couldn’t move his arms. He was tired, though. So tired. It was right as Ash was pulling him out of the wreckage that Cal let himself slip into the darkness.

…

This was bad. This was so, so bad. Lindy and AJ pulled up along the truck just in time to see one of the cars get smashed by it and go rolling into the ditch. The next thing they saw was Luke’s lifeless body swinging from the passenger’s side door. They both gasped and Lindy burst into tears, but AJ’s grip on the wheel just tightened. She was more determined than ever to save her friends. AJ pulled up as close as she could she could to Luke, which was sort of difficult considering the fact that the truck was swerving all over the road.

“Lindy, take the wheel!” That was all the warning that AJ gave Lindy before standing. Lindy, despite protesting, promptly slid over, taking the wheel and keeping pressure on the pedal.  

AJ watched for a second to ensure her timing was just right before making the jump. It sort of felt like she was moving in slow motion while she was in the air. So much could go wrong so fast, and yet she would do nothing different even if he had the chance. AJ slammed into the passenger side door, scrambling for a foothold. This was not how she was going to die. After she felt as stable as possible while hanging onto the door of an 18-wheeler going 70 down the highway, she got to work on helping Luke.

“Luke. Hey, bud listen you gotta focus up for a second.” AJ was worried. The wire had cut him pretty deep in some places, and everything was slick with copious amounts of blood. “Luke. Put your arm around me, okay?”

Luke did as he was told despite only being half conscious. Lindy seemed to understand what was going on because she pulled that car as close as she could get it. AJ knew a chance when she saw it, so she took it quickly and without hesitation. She pushed both Luke and herself off of the turck and into the car, trying to use what little momentum she had. They made it back safely into AJ’s car, and Lindy slammed on the brakes, peeling back to check on Cal. Michael had somehow seen the entire thing, so he too circled back. As soon as they got to the wreckage, AJ knew it was bad. She had managed to fasten a makeshift tourniquet for Luke, but she knew that if they didn’t get him medical attention soon, things would not end well for curly haired angel.

“Listen. Get Michael and Ashton and get Luke to a hospital. Now. I’ll get Cal.” Lindy still seemed wary of her, but AJ knew that Lindy trusted her. After seeing her jump to and from a moving vehicle for someone AJ had known mere weeks, Lindy had to trust her. AJ watched as the second girl sprinted off and got Ash and Michael. They were off in Michael’s car before AJ had even picked her way down to the wreckage. When she did, she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he was bloodied and bruised, but Cal was alive. That was all she needed. Him being conscious was just a bonus.

“Hey, Hood.”  AJ was gravely worried, but she was also grinning from ear to ear. Cal was alive. He was okay.

“Hey yourself, Turell. You gonna get me out of here or what?” Cal grunted, obviously in pain, but there were underlying tones of softness in his voice. A certain softness that was reserved only for her. It took them a few minutes, but eventually AJ got Calum out of the trashed car and into her own. He was bleeding in various spots and his left arm was clutching his right shoulder, but he was okay. He had assured AJ of that numerous times. Instead of going to the hospital like AJ wanted and Cal absolutely did not, AJ drove them swiftly back the her apartment. Johnny didn’t know about and it had its own private garage, so they were safe there.  Cal was in a lot of pain even though he refused to admit it, so much so that AJ was pretty much carrying him upstairs to her apartment. As soon as she could, AJ lowered Calum onto the bed, as gently as she could of course, and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit she kept there. She went back to the bed only to find Cal in the exact same position that she had left him in. AJ started to take his jacket and shirt off, with minimal assistance from Calum himself.

“Slow down there girlie. At least let me take you on a date first.” Cal was starting to slur his words a little, but AJ knew it was because of the deliria from the pain.

She worked a little faster, climbing on the bed and straddling his hips so she could see what she was doing better. The work was meticulous, pulling tiny beads of glass from under his skin, stitching the larger gashes, and cleaning and bandaging all of them thoroughly. Cal just grunted here and there, not fully aware of what was happening. AJ thought it was probably better that way. She didn’t quite know what to do with his shoulder, though. From the way it was hanging, it was probably dislocated. Johnny had done that once and it had popped back in naturally over the span of about a week. AJ just decided to put it in a sling, ice it, and hope for the best. By the time she was finished, Cal had long since faded off and the clock was approaching 4am. Her concentration had kept her from being too tired, but now that it was broken her vision was starting to blur. She decided to take five on the bed to rest a little before packing it up and moving to the couch. Just five minutes.

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