A/N: Hello all! This new story is kind of supposed to be an internal monologue kind of thing, obviously from Anybodys' point of view. I don't really know how this came to me... I think it was when I was depressed about all my friends hating each other with a burning passion and thinking they're coming out when everyone already knows they're gay and calling me out for listening in on a conversation when I'm really just trying to get away from all my so-called friends who are really just too clingy and can't they just leave me alone?

Yeah, so right now I'm feeling a bit like Tony, but without someone to practically beg me to come to the dance or someone to meet (they're already met) or someone to lose or someone to kill. And it's killing me inside.

Anyway, enough of my problems. Just some notes:

1) I'm using backstories my insane friends came up with.

2) I took a few liberties with the actual events, so please, don't tell me I'm wrong, because I know some of it wasn't in the script.

3) Aaron is A-Rab; again, backstories from insane friends.

I think you all know that I don't own West Side Story, so enjoy!

At first, it's all fun and games. You tease her and taunt her with the rest of them, because she's just a dumb old PR, and who would care about her, anyway? For once, you feel accepted, because you're all right this time, and none of them are going to take her side just to prove you wrong.

And Action tells you to play the juke, and you do, and it's the same music you heard at the dance last night. You think, how fitting. She was the star of the show then, and everyone knows heroes fall, right?

But then they move in closer, and you know what's coming next. You can see it in her eyes, in their faces. You can feel it in your heart, a heavy, twisting sensation of dread. And they shove you away because no one wants you here and you're just a dumb broad like the PR and you'll never be like us. And for once, you believe them, as you back away with Johnny, clinging to him because this has happened to you and you don't want to see it again.

You back into a corner as they grow wilder still, tossing the PR girl around, and you think, no. Make it stop.

You think you hear Riff then, hear his obnoxiously loud voice saying, the road, little lady, the road. And you want to run, but you can't. You're frozen with fear. And then you hear Ice saying, stop them, this is too much, and you can't help but pray that he'll get here in time.

And the boys grab Johnny, take him from you, and they pick him up, and they're about to drop him when Doc walks in. And Doc isn't happy.

He isn't happy like he isn't happy when Schrank walks into his store and makes everything worse, he isn't happy like he isn't happy when the Jets come and distract Tony from his work, he isn't happy like he isn't happy when you fail him.

And the boys let her go, and the girl runs away, but not before telling you that the other PR Tony has gone and fallen in love with is dead.

The boys are all arguing about who should tell him, and someone—you think it was Aaron, but you're not sure—points at you, and you freeze, because you don't know what they mean and you think they're coming after you next. And you hear Riff's words in your head again, and you run, run like the river, because you can't let that happen to you again.

They let you go because they know you'll come back, and even if you didn't, they wouldn't care. Because you're just a dumb broad, aren't you?

A/N: ...yep. That pretty much sums up my life right now. Except, you know, without the rape (actually, you never know with these people...) and all.

-Sayuri