Tonyboy: See, I told you that I'd be nice to Baby-John. I'm gonna make Anybodys a little more ladylike, but not too much. Then she wouldn't be Anybodys. Congratulations! ¡Felicitaciones!

Galindapopular: Yay! You guessed it! Have a cookie! Glad you liked it.

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Riff sulked along the streets. Having just finished talking to Baby-John about Rita, he was ready to kill. How can she miss Chino so much? his mind screamed. He would have sent her back! Just handed her over to Bernardo, for what? She never did say what she was cryin about that night. What did Bernardo do to her? Riff stormed to Baby-John's building, where Rita sat on the roof. He climbed up the fire escape to her.

"Hey Rita." He said calmingly. Rita turned her head to smile at him. She wore the same jeans as before, but had on a new shirt, just made.

"Hola Riff." She said smiling brightly. Riff suddenly forgot why he had been so mad. She seemed so sweet, trusting. She was still hard, he could see that, but now she seemed, gentle too. She beckoned him over, moving to make room on the pipe she sat on. He sat with her, realizing once more how pretty she was, dark hair framing her face, deep eyes glowing. She smiled again politely.

"You have been well?" she asked.

"Yah, I'm fine. Baby-John's family treatin ya ok?"

"Sí!" she laughed. "They are wonderful to me." Riff laughed to himself at her joy. Then his eyes turned dark. Family. Her family.

"So, Baby-John says you miss Chino." He said coldly. Rita blinked, then nodded slowly.

"I worry for him. His Papa is… not good, and 'Nardo… Chino has fallen… out of favor with him. I fear I may soon have no family left…" Riff was surprised at how safe she must have felt with him. Hard girls didn't just crack to anyone. He was even more surprised to see a small tear stream down her pretty face. "I had hoped he could stay with me, safe… but I can not ask that of these people… or you." She added, glancing at him. Riff drew in a sharp breath as Rita hastily wiped away another tear.

"You can guarantee that he won't cause any trouble?" asked Riff, his eyes going soft at the girl's problem.

"Sí." She replied. He sighed again.

"Tell Chino, he's welcome to stay here." Rita hugged him fiercely.

"Oh Riff! Gracias Riff!"

"IF he don't cause no trouble."

"He will not, I swear." She cried, kissing his cheek and racing downstairs. Riff sat there, thinking about the kiss, and Rita.

A violent screaming was heard in the small apartment.

"¡Usted niño estúpido! ¡Deseo que usted estuviera muerto! ¡Usted es un desecho!" screamed a man. In a flash, Chino Martin stormed outside, raging. He ran faster, until he was in the heart of the Jets turf. He stumbled into an alley, stumbled upon Action.

"Please, don't Action. I don't want to fight. Where is Margarita?" Action glared, but remembered that Chino was welcome here now.

"This way", he growled, leading Chino to Baby-John's apartment. Poor guy, he found himself thinking.

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A/N You stupid child! I wish you were dead! You are a waste!