"Dat Model-T's neva gion' ta woik," laughed Hopscotch.

"But it will, it has actually. And it's going to be big."

"How do you'se know?" Quizzed Spot.

"Ah, young wolf, what you have to learn…Mayor caught in Bitch house!" 6 more cents, "Come on boys, keep workin'…Why this city sucks!" Was my next one. 10 more. I need to sell 2 but I have no clue on what to say. I walked up to one last guy. "I'll trade ya. 1 cent for me, interesting paper for you." He turned around and was quite hansom. I almost got lost.

"Hey-a-sweet cheeks." Almost.

"Sweet cheeks?" I said, just about disgusted.

"Go botha someone else Osca," Jack said from behind me. I turned to him.

"Oh my hero. Stop it," I snapped and turned back to "Oscar, is it? Well Oscar, 1 cent, 1 paper."

"I'll give you 1 cent, if you give me…" he came closer and my eyes widened.

"Scuse' me? I am not a cheap slut, 1 cent equals 1 paper, you wanna get down, go see my agent." I circled him and picked his wallet then took the money. My second circle placed the wallet back into his pocket. "You know what? I don't need your money. Let's go." I walked away.

Wait," Jack said, "What was dat? Stop." He grabbed my arm and stopped me.

I shook my head, "Keep walking." I said, he soon found out why.

"Hey! Stop her!" Yelled Oscar 50 feet and 100 people away. I broke into a run and leapt onto my fire escape. Jack and Spot in tow. Actually Spot's tow was by my hand on his shirt collar. I opened my window and slammed it once everyone was inside. The shades were drawn meaning Desent was still here. Good.

"Dee!" I screamed. He ran into the living room.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" His eyes were wide open with surprise. He was sleeping, look ah, he has bed head.

"When the door knocks, and it will knock, open it." I said.

"Why?"

"When the door knocks, open it." I repeated as I shoved Spot and Jack into my room. 2 minutes later the door knocked. Footsteps told me that Desent was obeying. "Yes?" He asked, I could tell he had that sly smile of his on his face.

"Sorry Sir, but have you seen 2 young men, and a young lady, come this way?" Asked a deep voice.

"Why, no Officer I haven't. May I inquire as to what they had done?"

"They-."

"Stole me money!" Cried Oscar's voice. True man, that one.

"Oh –well- if I see them I'll give them my regards." I snickered.

"Alright, thank you sir." He shut the door. I ran out of my room and into his arms. He swung me around and I giggled. Jack's hat fell off, it's choking me, and I don't care. Don't need that air anyways. I DON'T NEED AIR ANYWAY. Sorry, jeez. He kissed me, which I enjoy, until that damn clock…Don't start. A couch broke our embrace.

"So, Old Boyfriend?" Said Spot.

I pressed my lips together. "Yeah, something like that." I answered. Desent still had his arms around me.

"Hello," he said conversationally, "I'm Desent, Ivory may have talked about me."

"Nope." Spot said.

"Nothin'." Jack added casually. Dee looked down at me.

"Nothing at all?" He asked, "We'll have a talk about that."

"Umm," I pulled out of his hold, "We really should keep going…long day ahead."

"Who's Jonny?" Dee asked. Shit.

"What?" I had to avoid his eyes. Damn it. Why'd you have to teach him how to read minds?

"Jonny," he repeated. I glanced at my bed. Great, he's been reading my diary.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." I said while waving my hand, making the book disappear.

"Who is she Ivory?"

"I really don't-." He grabbed my arm tight.

"Ivory." He said, warning me. Spot and Jack tensed, getting ready to pounce if needed. He tightened up on my arm again. "The truth."

"What do you bloody want me to tell you!" I let my accent slip. "I don't know what you're bleedin' talkin' about! Go- and you wonder why I left?! God damn it, just leave me alone!" I pulled away and stamped out the door, "Spot, Jack, Come." I said. My British accent is in full swing, it'll take w while to get rid of it.