Yo-yo-yiggedy-yo (I am compulsively watching Juno trailers and I don't know why). This may end up being a multi-pairing fic but for now it's Big Deal/OC (Sara), and Baby John/OC (Azzura). This is a sequel to 'The Little Girl' and takes place about two months after the last chapter of that story.

Big Deal's POV

I found her on the ground. She was damn beautiful and she reminded me of Baby John's girl Azzura. She was pale, from fear, her hair was dark and wavy, and her eyes were a deep shade of green. She was so afraid of me, it made me sad. She said something that sounded Italian and then ELBOWED ME IN THE EYE and ran. It hurt a lot! I was gonna have a black and blue tomorrow. Gee, won't I look tough.

Sara's POV

I was so scared I acted without meaning. I needed to get away. I just emigrated here, alone, and I was jumpy and afraid of anything that moved. I needed to find Azzura, Angela, Desideria, and Allegra, they'd help me. I went back to my little apartment. I'd continue looking tomorrow morning: bad things can't happen in the daylight. Can they?

Azu's POV

I can probably describe every member of the Jets with my eyes closed. I should be. I've been hanging around them since I started dating one of them. His name is Baby John; he's the youngest Jet, tall and lanky, blonde and green-eyed. His best friend is A-Rab, someone I don't really like. He's short, blonde, and likes making smartass comments with his buddy Action. Action and I don't like each other either. Action is about the same height as A-Rab, dark haired and always full of energy. He always wants to get into a fight and has the shortest temper I've ever seen. Shorter than mine, and that's saying something.

The leader of the Jets is Ice. His name suits him. His eyes are pale blue and cold. He's a good guy, don't get me wrong, but I don't think you'd want to look at him the wrong way. He's the tallest Jet, dirty blonde, and his girl is Anybodys, a red-headed, short-tempered tomboy.

Tiger is a big muscular guy with reddish blonde hair. Joyboy is always happy, but he does know how to get serious. Gee-Tar is tall and skinny, and he parts his hair like Teresina's papa. Snowboy, whenever I see him, is sweating. He hangs around with all the guys and jokes around a lot. Mouthpiece is tall, mouthy (hence the name) and blonde. Diesel is the biggest Jet: tall and muscled. His buddy is Big Deal who is tall and handsome. But at the moment he has a bad black eye.

"Who gave you that beauty, Big Deal?" Joyboy asks.

"I ran into some PRs," he replies, touching it gingerly and wincing.

"And ya didn't call us?" Action slaps his arm.

"Forgot," Big Deal grumbles.

"Well next time remember and your pretty mug won't get screwed up." Big Deal shot out of his chair and tackled Joyboy. "Uncle!" Joyboy cried. "Uncle!" Big Deal let go and Joyboy stood up rubbing his arms.

"How can you take being around such immature people all day?" I ask Baby John.

"I'm one of those immature people, Azu." He uses my pet name endearingly.

The door opens ever so slightly and the Jets look up. "What d'you want, little girl?" Action asks the person at the door.

That name is usually reserved for me so I look at who it is. Our eyes meet. Realization flashes through my mind. "Azzura!"

"Sara!" I run up and hug her. Sara Getz was my neighbor and almost my sister in Italy. I hadn't seen her since I came to America two years ago. She wasn't much different. She was taller, just as tan, brown hair, and gentle chocolate eyes. Martino was sweet on her. "What are you doing here?"

She spoke to me in rapid Italian so I pulled her outside of Doc's so we could talk privately. "I came alone only a few weeks ago. I saw Bruno and asked if he knew where you were. He said you would be at Doc's Drugstore and told me how to get there. Who were all those boys?"

"The Jets," I reply, "a street gang."

"Do they fight Joseph's gang?" Sara asks.

"That they do, Sara." In our Italian town, a slum really, my friend Joseph started a gang called the Tigers. He recruited a bunch of the slum's boys and they got into violent gang wars with other slum gangs. It was a small gang: Joseph, his lieutenant Anthony, Fabio, Bruno, Jacob, Octavio, and Martino.

"Why do they need to fight?" Sara asked sadly.

"It's what they do," I reply.

"Why don't you hang out with Joseph and his boys?" Sara asks.

"They kind of banished me after I fell in love with the tall blonde boy I was standing with, John." I answer. Banish was an understatement. Joseph couldn't so much look at me without scowling anymore. He thought I had pretty much sold my soul to the devil by loving Baby John. The boys were the same. The girls tried to understand but how could they sympathize with me while agreeing with their boyfriends? I became an outcast in my neighborhood, and the cries of "Jet girl!" followed me everywhere. Not that I wasn't proud to be Baby John's girl, that is. I love him.

I look at Sara. "Where are your parents? And Matthew and Jasmine?"

"Still in Italy," Sara says sadly. "I came alone."

What were Sara's parents thinking, sending a fourteen year old girl to America by herself? "Where are your parents?" Sara asks me.

My insides freeze and I remember the night. I came home to the usual screaming of my parents. I was halfway up the stairs to my bedroom when I heard it. A gunshot. I ran back down the stairs and saw my mother bleeding on the carpet. Then my father turned the gun on himself. I ran up into my room, telling myself I had hallucinated it all. But the police came and took me to the station house. They had thought I did. But they found me innocent.

"They're dead," I say in a small voice. "Papa killed Mama and then killed himself."

Sara covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry, Azzura." She gives me a hug and I know I should feel better.

"Come inside," I pull her toward the door. Her eyes widen in fear. I laugh. "They won't bite," I smile, "and if they do I'll just bite back."

Don't you just love Azzura? I do. I don't know when I'll get around to updating this, as I'm working on my glee fics and my summer reports! Remember to review!