imagine this taking place after chapter 7 of stereo love
WARNINGS: mentions of violence
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After driving back to her shared apartment, Carson and Brian made their way into her room. Keelie was out with Mia, which meant she was opening the Salon tomorrow morning. She meant what she said to Brian, that she only wanted to sleep, but the vacant look in his eyes confused her.
He watched Carson change into her pyjamas before he pulled off his shirt and pants and scooted up the bed, tossing a few of her pillows to the side and pulling open her duvet.
Carson joined him, after turning on the main light.
The bedside lamp lit up only their faces.
All of her worries faded when she was in his arms, but his silence made her question a lot.
“You haven’t said anything for a while, you okay?” She turned onto her side and stared at him.
“Just thinking.”
“You look worried.”
"It's nothing," his hand trailed over her shoulder.
Brian didn't want her to overthink, but he knew she was.
"Like I said before, today wasn't the best."
"Really? Your Supra is up and runnin', right? Where did you and Dom go?" She asked, stroking his face.
He softly shrugged, "Got some shrimp, talked about Race Wars, that's it."
She pouted, "You went on a date without me."
"Funny," He chuckled, “Now turn around so I can hold you.”
“So romantic.”
Carson dramatically huffed, much to his amusement and turned around, pressing her back to his chest.
“That’s better," he mumbled, dropping his head into the crook of her neck, quietly inhaling her scent.
His arm wrapped tighter around her waist.
Carson tilted her head slightly, “Why? 'Cause you pressed up against me?”
Brian grumbled, “I told you I’m better with the back of things.”
“Yeah, you prefer the trunk to the hood.”
“I do like the hood, don’t get me wrong,” He pulled her as close as possible, feeling his boxers tighten, “It’s just the trunk,” he rubbed against her, “I love.”
A gasp escaped her, “I can tell.”
He peppered kisses over her sweet spot.
"Baby, I need to sleep, just sleep," She didn't pull away from him, but she did want to sleep and sleep only. "Brian."
"Yeah, you will."
"Not with your dick in my back I won't," She sassed, moaning slightly at the bruises forming on her neck.
"Thought you like me holdin' you?"
"You're tryna fuck."
Brian chuckled to himself and pulled away a little, he didn't want to jeopardise her waking up late. It was a power he had and she knew it too.
They lay in silence, her breathing was gentle, making him relax more.
“Tell me what’s on your mind," She whispered.
“Just feelings.”
“What kinda feelings?”
He took a moment to respond, “You should know something.”
Her breath hitched, “What?”
“My feelings for you go deeper than you think," he mumbled against her head, whilst his heart was beating out of his chest.
“Brian…” She went to turn around but he held her tightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to say it if he could see her face.
“Let me finish. It’s more than just I like you. Sure being around you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a while, but it’s more than me just liking it. Like I said it goes deeper than I thought," he rushed out.
A teary smile took over her face, as she leant into his hold, “That’s the same for me.”
“Really?” He beamed.
She sniffled, “Yeah really.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Likewise," she bit on her lip, trying to hold back more emotions from spilling.
He was admitting to falling for her, in his own way and she felt the same.
“I just wanted you to know, before…” He trailed off.
“Before what? I beat your ass again in race wars.” She teased.
He chuckled, “If we race each other.”
“True but you know it’ll happen.”
“Sure,” he paused, sucking in a deep breath, “I really like you Sonny," She couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. "Whatever happens in race wars just remember that."
Carson just smiled, neglecting to understand the weight behind his words.
Which meant the rose-tinted shades were still on, but for how long?
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THE god siblings were dropped outside Dom's house by Leon and Letty who sped off. It wasn't long before Mia ran out of the house with Keelie behind her.
Dom ignored the couple and stormed over to the shed.
Keelie took note of their bloody clothes first, then started to ask questions, "Girl, what happened?"
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" Mia panicked.
"Vince's is in the hospital," Carson spoke up, startling them with her raw voice. "But that's not all. It's Brian. He's a cop," their eyes doubled in size, "He lied to me, to all of us. His last name ain't his last name. He lied. He's a fuckin' cop, and I trusted him."
Keelie didn't say anything, no I told you so, nothing at all, instead, she pulled her into a hug.
Mia's heart broke for her godsister, but God was she angry at Brian for doing this to her.
The couple led her back to the house, rubbing her back as she started mumbling about everything, Vince, Jesse and Brian.
"I hate him," Carson said, pacing around the living room, the other two watched her with worry. Vince's blood stained her hands but Brian's betrayal tainted her heart, no it battered it. "We gotta go, we can't stay here," Mia nodded, scattering around trying to grab anything and anything necessary. "Keke, I'm sorry."
Keelie said nothing, aware of what had to happen. They had to leave.
Mia stared at her girlfriend with teary eyes and Keelie tentatively helped her pack.
Carson had her winnings but needed the rest of her money from their apartment and a few clothes before she left, though she needed to know if Jesse was okay. It had been hours since she last saw him and she was so scared that Johnny had got to him first.
Shouting from outside got her attention, she insisted that Keelie and Mia stay inside before she rushed over to the window to see Brian and Dom pointing guns at each other.
Brian glanced over to see her, wishing he could change things.
"Carson, stay out of it!" Dom shouted. Then looked at Brian with hateful eyes, "Move the–"
Carson turned at the sound of a car speeding over and abruptly stopping at the front of the house. It was Jesse.
That made her let out a sigh of relief.
"Jesse!" She exclaimed.
He didn't see her, he just kept rambling as he got out of the Jetta, "Dominic, I am so sorry." he said. "I don't know what I'm doing, Dom. I'm so scared right now. I don't know what's going on."
He looked so terrified.
Dom dropped his weapon and Carson rushed down the steps but remained wary of Brian's gun that was still pointed at her godbrother.
"Jess!" Dom shouted. "What were you thinkin', man?"
"Brian, drop the gun!" Carson yelled before Mia and Keelie stepped out of the house, stunned by the commotion.
"What's going on?" Keelie glared, "Why is the fed here?"
"Jess! Get inside," Carson pleaded, they needed to leave.
"Girls, go inside!" Dom demanded. He never sounded more desperate in his life, "Take Summer with you!"
"I don't know," Jesse cried, "I panicked. I'm sorry. I'm scared, please help me," the sound of motorcycles got Dom's attention, "I don't know what I'm doin'. Will you please help me?!"
Carson's heart dropped after she followed Dom's gaze, seeing the guns that the men were holding and began shooting as they drove by.
bullets fell from the sky drawing screams as everyone tried moving out of the way.
"Sonny!" she faintly heard her name being called as a body dove on top of her, shielding her from the shells aimed at them.
She didn't move, she couldn't not until the motorcyclists were gone.
And once they were, she pushed off Brian's body and shrugged off all his attempts to make sure she was okay.
"Jess?" Carson felt tears fill her eyes as she saw her friend lying on the ground. "Jesse!" she shouted, running over. Dom held onto his fallen friend as she fell onto her knees beside them. "Jesse wake up."
"No, Jesse!" Mia sobbed, Keelie pulled her back, not wanting her to see.
"Please just wake up," Carson pleaded. He didn't have a pulse and wasn't breathing. Just a sack of flesh and bones. Just like how her dad was in that hospital, lying dead in her arms.
She couldn't remember anything after that. Not Brian and Dom speeding away, not Mia's cries, not even when the police and ambulance arrived, taking away Jesse in a body bag.
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"You're really goin'?" Keelie questioned Carson after they made it back to the apartment.
The racer hadn't spoken since Jesse's death. Not a word. They just got in her Hellcat and drove home. They showered, and Carson had to scrub herself clean of everything, the blood, the horror and the death of not only her friend but the team. Everything had to change, everyone had to scatter.
Her family couldn't stay together and that's what killed her.
"I would take you with me. I can't stay, not here," Carson insisted, throwing some of her stuff in two suitcases and discarding one of Brian's shirts. Keelie promised she would send her the rest of her belongings once she's settled. "You've gotta a business to run and a long-distance relationship to handle."
Keelie shed a tear and pulled her in for a hug. They wouldn't be living or working together anymore. The older woman would miss the sound of her singing badly, doting over stupid crushes and even their silly argument.
It wasn't gonna be the same.
"You better stay in touch," she urged, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Carson chuckled, "With my sister? How could I not."
Her words touched Keelie, "So where are you goin'?" she asked after they made their way out of Carson's room.
"I'll holla at you when I get there," Carson promised, sending her a wink as she picked up her suitcases and bid a quick farewell to the apartment she spent years in. It hurt, but at least she was used to the pain. "I left you somethin' in my room. Use it wisely," she advised, pausing to muster up a grateful smile, "Later girl."
Keelie laughed through her tears as the door slammed shut.
She made her way to Carson's room, which was almost empty, it didn't look right, nothing had in the last 24 hours.
But there, sitting on the bed was a brown paper bag, she moved to see the contents, only to find what had to have been at least a couple of grand. Use this and get a car of your own, the note read making Keelie laugh.
"That bitch," she took the money and counted it, "Thank God for Summer. She's a blessin' in disguise."
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Carson put on some black shades, which matched the rest of her attire, not a dash of pink in sight as sped down the highway, with a soft tune playing through her Stereo.
Her cell started to ring and she knew who it was.
Something possessed her to pick it up.
Flipping open her phone, she said, "Yo."
"Sonny tell me where you are," she sighed when she heard the traitor's voice. It had a bit of an edge to it. He sounded upset.
The cheek of him sounded upset when he caused her heart to break.
"And why would I do that? Matter of fact why would I listen to a pig?" she spat, keeping a firm grip on the wheel, eyes darkening at the sight of the gift he brought her. It rested on the dashboard.
Brian bowed his head, "I quit."
"Why?"
"You know why," it was for her, for the team, being on the force didn't feel right, not anymore.
"Well, the damage is already done," she replied, now holding up her phone with her shoulder.
"Please just tell me. I wanna start over, make things right."
She didn't say anything, his voice was so convincing but she couldn't be naive, not again, so instead, she plucked up the sunshine ornament and held it tightly.
He pressed, "Sonny?"
"Nah, I'm too good for you," she knew it and he knew it too. So smiling sadly, she kissed the gift, before throwing it out her window, "Later O'conner."
She hung up before he had a chance to respond and kept driving, she wouldn't stop until she made it to her friend's place in Miami Beach.
Carson turned up the stereo, slyly smirking at the sound of Eve's Let me blow ya mind record.
Initially, she thought Brian would be different, but he was just another guy and she wasn't just any girl. She was different.
But Carson knew she needed to change, to be better.
Her heart wouldn't heal, because grief was destructive. She hoped to find peace, in a different place, a different city, so she would have to find the right path.
Just one-quarter mile at a time.
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THE END
a/n:
guys i have said a few times that it was only going to be about the first film so don't be mad. even when i started planning it i knew it would be bittersweet. brian and carson's story was cute but he was a liar guys, so no way in hell would i let her end up with him. (if i was continuing the franchise they would've made up by at least the 5th film). carson's on her way to miami beach (where the second film is set lol). she ditched the pink (her car is still pink and black) but she has a new look.
also, check on youtube how many deleted scenes this film has, the original ending was brian going to the house to see mia after quitting his job.
i'll still be posting edits on tiktok's for the story. check out her character profile in my "meet my oc's" book. i might do a few one-shots on tumblr for this story, maybe three parts about this ship, so watch out for that.
"GIRL, we live together and you still arrive late, what is wrong with you?" Keelie stressed, seeing her close friend speed walk through the nail salon, from her post.
To say she was mad was an understatement.
Carson huffed, "'Cause you be usin' up all of the hot water."
"Just shut up and pick up the phones," Keelie nodded to the counter where the phones had been ringing throughout the hour.
"Sorry," Carson winced, rushing over, greeting the other workers and customers, before dropping her bag by her station and picking up the blaring phone, "KeKe's nail salon... oh hey girl..."
Carson worked at the nail salon as a receptionist. She didn't do people's nails, but she never passed up the opportunity to be pampered whenever her close friend offered to do it for free. She loved sketching out designs, sometimes for customers, but when she had time for her passion in life she spent hours shading for cars for other drivers. A girl's gotta make a buck somehow. She loved her car – a black Dodge Charger Hellcat – a gift from her recently deceased father Daniel Baker. The car was her baby, but like a child, it needed nurturing. She was obsessed with pink, everything she wore was pink, so she wanted her car to match, whether it was small patterns, leopard print or stripes. She just wanted it done and dusted. New parts were expensive, so she worked at her best friend's establishment.
Throughout her shift she did her rounds, checking in with the regulars, laughing and joking about the things going on in their lives and ranting about the stuff that provoked their problems. Most of it was all the same cause... men.
Luckily she didn't have that problem at the moment.
Carson was known for having the brightest smile and it went with her eccentric style, which was where she copped her nickname; Summer. Very rarely was the racer sad and if she was, everyone was out for blood, especially her godbrother Dom and the team.
Around town, there were a lot of rules, especially for the different street racing crews, but in Dom's, it was; Do not piss off Summer. And everyone listened, if they didn't, wrenches would rain from the sky.
"Summer," Keelie's voice made her head snap up from her most recent design.
Taking the cherry lollipop out of her mouth, Carson asked, "What?"
"You can go, it's your break."
An hour for lunch, Keelie was an angel for that. Sure, it was blatant favouritism, but Carson didn't care. She was already packing up her stuff and throwing it in her bag.
She did the bare minimum at work, but she was always exhausted.
"I'll tell Mia you said wassup!" Carson teased, stepping out from behind the counter, and receiving a scowl from her close friend.
"Girl, I'll beat ya ass," Keelie warned, pretending to put up her braids.
Carson giggled, "With them slow legs, try me."
Everyone laughed, knowing damn well Carson wasn't a fighter, but she damn sure would cry until she got her way.
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Carson pulled up to the auto shop and cafe, fluffed out her relaxed hair and applied some lip gloss. The sound of her engine attracted a pair of familiar blue eyes.
When she stepped out, she readjusted her denim skirt and started walking, after blowing a kiss at her car.
The sun smooched her skin and she let it. She hated looking pale and ashy, and summer in LA was insane, but at least she tanned easily.
She lowered her sunglasses when she came closer, whistling at the young Toretto girl who worked behind the counter.
Mia smirked at the sight of her friend and she wasn't the only one.
"Lookin' hot Mia," Carson winked, purposefully not making eye contact with the blonde sitting on her left as she sauntered around.
"Feelin' it too," Mia chuckled, running a hand through her sweating hair, "but you look good," she always does, "Dom!" she yelled attracting her brother, but Carson was already behind the counter, going into the back and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"You on a break Summer?" his deep voice drew the daze of the blonde whose eyes darted between the two.
"Would I be here if I wasn't?" she retorted, gaining a deadpanned look.
"Yes," he replied, taking a sip of his corona.
"Yeah yeah," she playfully nudged him and went back to the front, hearing the end of Mia's conversation.
Dropping her bag on the floor, Carson approached.
Mia leaned over and whispered, "He's been askin' for you."
"So has Keke," Carson grinned at the blush appearing on the Torretto girl's face.
"Shut up Summer."
Carson giggled and leaned against the counter where Brian had stopped eating and half-heartedly skimmed through a magazine, though his sparkly eyes never glanced away.
"Still eatin' that stank ass tuna?" she asked, nodding to the half ate sandwich.
Brian shrugged, "It's good."
"And you're a liar," now that made him smile.
Damn his smile, Carson needed to snap out of it and one nudge from Mia did just that.
"Oh, am I?" Brian asked, pushing the plate and his magazine to the side.
"You are, I don't know why you eat it," Carson mused, just as Mia started to clean and listened to every word.
"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you," Brian said, tilting his head to the side, grinning when gulped at his confidence.
"Sure," she drawled, not knowing what to say after that.
He was making her feel hotter than the sun.
"A good sandwich and a beautiful girl, not a bad way to live," his compliments were doing things to her.
He couldn't get enough of her smile, her eyes that rose-tinted sunglasses concealed, her style – he never thought pink looked so good – the silver little cross that hung from her neck and he knew for sure that she could drive.
"You're stupid," Carson murmured and he just chuckled. She started playing with her nails, trying to change the subject, eyes landing on his plate again, "No crust as well, what are you five?"
He raised his hands in defence, "It's a preference." He couldn't stand the crust, it tasted like dirt to him, but the tuna he would tolerate, just for the chance to see the pink-obsessed racer.
"Oh I know, a stupid one."
"Well, I like what I like."
She pursed her lips, "You should be open to anythin'."
"Maybe you should show me," now that made her breath hitch and turn away, much to his amusement.
Mia was laughing to herself, then received a kick from the Baker racer.
Brian only stopped smirking when the sound of cars speeding towards the shop neared.
The blonde silently cursed himself, only five minutes of her time, yesterday was longer, he realised.
Carson finally recovered from the flirting and tried to find a distraction, her bag was over by the corner where she had her sketchbook and pencils, but she was worried if she went over to retrieve it, she would trip and possibly make a fool out of herself in front of Brian's fine ass. Why did he have to be called Brian? Why not something sexier, to match his face?
"Summer!" Leon's voice snapped her out of her haze, "How's my Barbie doin' today?"
Carson frowned at his joke.
"She's a Bratz doll, fool," Jesse even pointed to her top before leaning over and hugging her.
"And that's why Jesse's my favourite," Carson laughed at the look on Leon's face, just before he went to the back.
"That's rude girl," she heard Letty say as she walked past.
Carson winced, "...favourite after you Letty."
Mia waved at the rest of them, taking out some of her schoolwork. "What's up, guys?"
"How you doin', Mia?" Leon asked from the back, just as Jesse and Letty joined him.
Carson peeked at Brian, and they both exchanged another smile before Vince loomed, glaring at the sight, making her sigh, knowing how the macho man was about to behave.
He sat down, ready to antagonize the blonde, who didn't care to look his way, he just kept staring at Carson, who finally took off her shades and placed them on the side.
"Vincent, when you stop pervin', compliment me okay?" Carson heard the snickering from behind her but gained no reaction from the man.
So Mia had to jump in, "Vince," she cleared her throat, "Vince!"
"What?" He looked between the two girls, one frowning and the other irritated.
"Could I get you anythin'?"
He looked her up and down, "You look good."
Mia scoffed, tired of his constant advances towards her.
"Damn, I guess I'm invisible," Carson mumbled.
Brian didn't like the look on Vince's face when he stared at her.
"You always look good Summer," Vince replied, to which she smiled.
He was more of a brother figure than anything but that didn't mean he was blind to the fact she was one of the most stunning girls in LA.
Mia caught the look on Brian's face, was it anger or jealousy?
But she had no time to figure it out, because he suddenly stood up, retrieving the money from his pocket, and placing it down on the counter.
He nodded towards Mia then shot Carson his winning smile, "Well, thanks a lot, Mia. Carson, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, maybe," Carson called out, watching him take his magazine and walk away.
A sly smirk graced Brian's lips as he walked out of the shop, a smirk that Vince wanted to wipe off his face so he stood up and followed after him.
"There he goes," Carson sighed.
"Try Fat Burger from now on. You can get yourself a Double Cheese with fries for 2.95, punk." They heard Vince spit out.
"I like the tuna here," Brian said, walking to his truck, whilst subtly admiring Carson's car.
His answer made Vince angrier.
"Bullshit, asshole," he scoffed. "No one likes tuna here."
"Yeah, well, I do," Brian said.
And he was suddenly pushed into the side of his truck, face first. Brian swivelled around and swung a fist at Vince.
Mia gasped and immediately alerted her brother, whilst the rest of the crew stood and watched, the guys were highly amused.
"And there goes the neighbourhood," Carson muttered, then turned to bang on the wired wall alongside Mia.
"Jesus Christ, Dom," Mia said, frustrated. "Would you get out there please?"
"Dominic, come on!" Carson stressed, seeing the two men tussle on the ground.
Dom finally got up from his seat, to see the scene.
He looked unimpressed, "What'd you put in that sandwich?"
"Ha, ha, real funny," Mia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, whilst Carson stifled a laugh.
"It's that shitty tuna Amelia," that earned her a smack to the arm.
"Dom!" Letty said, gesturing towards the men, who were now on the ground.
"Alright." Dom huffed, speeding to break the fight up. The crew followed him out and Carson couldn't help but find a riled-up Brian more attractive, so she took out her cell to text Keelie.
white-on-white crime at the cafe, SEND!
Dom pulled Brian off and pushed him into the car they were beside, luckily it wasn't the Baker woman's or everyone would receive an earful.
Brian raised his hand in surrender, panting as he stared at Dom, "Hey man. He was in my face."
"I'm in your face," Dom retorted. Vince tried going after Brian again but was pushed back. "Relax!" Dom yelled. "Don't push it, you embarrass me!" He then looked towards Jesse. "Jesse, give me the wallet."
When did he get that? Carson's face scrunched up but when she turned back to Brian she could see the sweat coating his angry face. Sexy.
Jesse threw Dom the wallet.
Dom opened and inspected it for a few seconds after finding his ID, "Brian Earl Spilner." he read, making Crason cringe.
It couldn't be sexy if it tried.
"Sounds like a serial killer name," Dom remarked, then pointed the wallet towards Brian. "Is that what you are?"
"No man," Brian immediately shook his head.
"Don't come around here again," Dom stated.
"Dom," Carson whined, but one look from her god brother had her averting her eyes.
Vince shot her a disapproving look too.
Letty threw an arm around her, whispering "He'll be back."
Brian took his wallet as Dom started to walk away.
"Hey, man you know this is bullshit," Brian called out angrily.
Dom turned around, "You work for Harry, right?"
"Yeah," Brian answered. "I just started."
"You were just fired," Dom said definitively before he walked back into the auto shop.
"Or not," Letty chuckled at the look on Carson's face.
Brian didn't look any better, watching as the crew steadily followed Dom, before his defeated gaze landed on Carson who sent him a weak smile.
What were they gonna do now?
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a/n:
i know, hellcats didn't come out until 2015, but they look so futuristic it reminded me of the second fast and furious movie, so i picked this one. plus i love how carson's and dom's cars are similar, both dodgers but made in different years. I'll be describing hers a lot more throughout the book.
how did you like the first chapter? carson is different to my other oc's, she's so much more bubbly and not tormented by any past trauma. family means a lot to her, but she also loves love, not just that, she adores attention and brian gives her so much of it.
i had to show mia some love and it would be cute to see her with keelie since most of her scenes in the first film do show her interacting with brian a lot.
*sigh* all my edits for this story have flopped because of my reposts about world issues, so you might have to visit my account to see any updates guys
