November 6th 1962
I slowly opened my eyes.
"Why does my head hurt?" I asked.
"Cause a god damn Emerald whacked ya with a pipe." Riff answered smoking.
"Oh." I said. Riff came and laid down beside me.
"Go back to sleep now Abbi." he whispered. "I'll be right here." I fell asleep with Riff beside me.
December 13th 1962
Youth Board Meeting
The Jets and I sat in the auditorium with the other students in school. Two girls sat on the end. Velma, Ice's girlfriend sat next to Ice. And her best friend, I can't remember her name, sat next to Velma. I was sitting between Riff and Action. Action sat on the end of the Jets mixing with the other kids. Riff sat next to Tony. I felt Action's hand inch closer to mine. I felt my heart pound. I've had a crush on him since 6th grade. Since then we've had every class together. I've had dreams of his kissing me and saying that he love me. But that would never happen.
I blushed when I felt Action's eyes bear into my head. I've never told anyone about this before.
"Hello students. I'm Dr. Steve Martian." one of the people on the stage said into the mike. "I'm a psychologist. This is Dr. Sally Robinson." He pointed to the chick next to him. Then he made a boring speech. Half way through I looked over towards Riff. He looked board, as did most of the Jets. Except one. Tony. He looked completely hypnotized. I looked over at Action, he was sleeping. He shifted and his head was on my shoulder. I rested my head on his and fell asleep. When I woke up Riff and the Jets were standing around Action and I. Except Tony. He was talking to Steve.
The next day
Riff and I waited at the table. Tony was still asleep. Riff ran upstairs. I followed like a Saint Bernard.
"Tony wake up man." Riff said.
"No." Tony answered.
"Come on we're gonna be late to meet the Jets." I chimed in.
"I'm done Riff." he said.
"What?"
"I'm finished. I quit." Tony repeated.
"Tony yer my best friend don't do this."
"GO away Riff." Tony said. Riff stormed downstairs and out the door. I ran behind him. He sulked into the playground.
"What's wrong Riff?" Baby John asked.
"His boyfriend broke up with him." I answered.
"Tony's out." Riff mumbled. All the Jets had different variations of horrified faces.
