I waited on the docks for Race and Spot to talk, which was taking a mighty long time might I add. Watching the other boys swim as I tried to think of what to tell Spot. However a girl I had never seen before, interrupted my thought process.

"Hi," she said a little uncertainly.

"Hiya. Umm... Who are you?"

"Oh sorry. I'm Sour." Sour stood at 5'4" with a slightly muscular frame. She had dirty blonde hair with red highlights tied in a low ponytail and freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose.

"Hiya Sour. I'm Chrys."

"I was wondering if you knew where Spot is."

"Why," I asked, even though I knew who she was; she was the little whore from the alley.

Sour looked at her shoes and then back at me, however never looking me in the eye, "I guess you could say I'm an old friend."

Just an old friend? Just an old friend my ass! She was the whore from the alley! "Don't try and bullshit me! I know who you really are!" I said, well yelled, a lot louder then I had planned, "I know why you're looking for Spot! And you know what, I've got a problem with it!"

"I..I don't understand. I don't see why there would be a problem. I'm just here to.."

"Just here to ruin one of my friends life!"

"What are you talking about?!" the girl yelled. She wasn't being as loud as me, but she was pretty close, "I just came to talk to Spot. If that's a problem, I'll leave! I don't understand why I can't see my friend! I mean it's been years!"

"Years?" No I was befuddled beyond belief. How could she not have seen him in years. I saw him with her just the other day. I think I had just made a huge mistake. "You're not Spot's girl?"

The girl laughed, "Gosh no. I used to be his neighbor!"

"I see," I said still slightly untrusting. The girl began to stare off into space, "Hello?"

Sour snapped out of her trance and smiled, "Sorry, I was just thinking about being Spot's girl."

I raised an eyebrow, "Interested?"

She made a face like she had just tasted something sour, no pun intended, "Ewww! He's practically my brother!"

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry about before. I thought you were someone else."

"Someone you don't like, I take it."

"Yea. Well you see, Spot is going with this girl Miracle and the other day I.. Well here I go telling stuff you probably could care less about."

Sour was about to say something when Race walked up to us, "'Ey Chrys. Spot wants ta see ya."

I nodded, "Sour, why don't ya come with me?"

"Alright." Sour and I headed to Spot's thrown, which was really a bunch of old crates stacked on top of each other.

Spot sat waiting for me on his thrown. He saw Sour and jumped down trying to look intimidating. Sour's apathetic face matched his own, however her green-gray eyes never became cold and uncaring like his were. Her nostalgic eyes shimmered with recognition. "You don't remember me, do you?" she said with a sad smile.

"Sorry, babe. Can't say that I do."

Sour threw Spot a 'call me babe and I'll beat you' look, "Does the name Julie O'Carroll ring a bell?"

Spot's face was suddenly stuck with remembrance, "Julie! How goes it?"

"It's Sour now."

"Oh, Sour. How ya been?"

"Been better, and yourself?"

"I'm good."

"That's good. I was wondering if you might have a place I could stay for a while?"

Spot smirked, "Finally get sick of your dad's shit?" Sour glanced over towards me, reminding Spot that I was still here. "Oh."

"I can leave," I said gesturing toward Race who was waiting on the porch of the lodging house.

Spot shook his head, "No, you and me need to talk," he turned to Sour, "Julie... I mean Sour. I ain't got no room at the moment but until I do you can stay in Manhattan with Chrys. We'll talk later, okay?"

Sour nodded and walked away so Spot and I could talk. As soon as she was out of hearing distance I turned to Spot, "Okay, so I decided that if I leave it up to you Miracle will never find out about what you're up to. So here's the deal. You have one week to pick between them and tell her, or I'll tell her myself. And I won't be talking in your favor."

Spot took in this information without changing his expression, "Done."

I turned to leave, but curiosity got the best of me. "So do you know who you're going to chose?"

Spot's face suddenly turned into worry and confusion. "I don't know. I like them both so much! I don't know who to chose." Spot's face suddenly light up, "I want you to help me!"

I smirked, "Choose Miracle."

Spot glared at me, "You gots to met da other goil first!"

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. How 'bout I meet her tomorrow?"

"Done. Now let's go get Sour settled in Manhattan."

"Done," I mocked. Spot playfully punched my arm and we headed over to Race and Sour.

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A/N: Otay. This is all you get for now!

I dedicate this chapter to Miracle for three reasons.

1. She gave me ideas for this chappie 2. She continuously checked to see how far I was. (About every 4 sentences to be exact lol) 3. I am torturing her by having Spot cheat on her. (Sorry dear!)

Shout Outs:

AnUndercoverNewsie: You reviewed! Yay! Maybe your computer will be nice and let you do it again! I loved the heart thing too! But you know what it means when I updated, don't you?

Spot: Your turn!

That's right! So update!

Sapphy: Thanks for reviewing. I hope you caught Race's heart!

Spot: I got's da best ass!

Maybe you both are wrong! Maybe I have the best ass!

Spot: ::laughs hysterically::

Okay... Maybe not. ::laughs:: Please take you're argument outside kids.

Silver Petra: Better late then never, eh? Thanks for reviewing! I hope you were laughing during this chappie too maybe.

Spot: Keep reading and reviewing!

Yes, keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep posting!

Hearts: Thanks for reviewing! I can't wait to read your story on fictionpress.com!

Spot: Me too!

Spot too! Turns out he can read. Who would've thought!

Brooklyn's Miracle: This is for you! You can't kill Chrys, casue then you'll never know how this ends! You would never know if you and Spot stay together.

Spot: Now that you mention it, who do I pick?

I have no idea yet. But I have a feeling we'll find out soon.