All right! Chapter three! Gracias for the reviews!

"Can we use your phone?" Action asked Darry. Darry nodded. Dally stumbled to the couch.

"Riff and Tony." He mumbled. "I'll kill those bastards! Those…" Dally went on, calling the Sharks every name he could think of.

"You can't do it here, in Tulsa." A-rab reminded, but shut up when Dally's glared at him, eyes blazing. A-rab went into the other room where Action was dialing Ice's number. He was happy that the phone was in the other room, because then Dally wouldn't overhear the conversation. Action finished dialing and held the phone to his ear. Action's face turned cold when a female voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Velma, let me speak to Ice."

"He's busy!" Action knew by this that she was making out with him.

"Listen, Velma-"

"Call him later, much later!" She interrupted. Action was getting mad.

"Listen you dumb broad," he began but stopped when he hear Ice's voice.

"Cool it, Action." Ice must've taken the phone from her, because Action heard her whining in the background. "What'd he say?"

"He won't do it, Ice! He won't come!" Action told him.

"What do you mean he won't come!" Ice asked in frustration. "He can't abandon the Jets like that! He had a good reason when he left, but c'mon! It's "Jet all the way"! He has to! It's who Riff would've chosen!"

"I know all that, Ice!" Action said, just as frustrated. "It ain't my fault he won't come!"

"Let me talk to him." Ice said sharply.

"Get him." Action said to A-rab. A-rab nodded and walked into the room where Dally was.

"Hey, Dally, can you come into the other room for a minute?" A-rab asked. Dally glared at him.

"What?"

"Uh…other room?"

"Can't you see I'm busy?" Dally was playing cards with Johnny.

"Dally…"

"What!" Dally snapped.

"Ice's on the phone." Dally sighed and got up. He really didn't care but if he didn't go, A-rab would keep bothering him, and Dally would probably punch him. He didn't feel like punching one of his best friends at the moment.

"What?" Dally asked taking the receiver from Action.

"Good to talk to you too, buddy-boy!" Ice said sarcastically. Dally just sighed. Ice knew that meant that he should start talking.

"Dallas, you're still a Jet, right?" Ice asked rhetorically.

"Don't ask stupid questions! You know I am!"

"Right. Jet all the way! Then why won't you come take over you're gang huh?"

"Because I have a new life here, Ice."

"And the Jets mean nothing, then?"

"Did I say that?"

"Well, no, but-"

"But nothing." Dally cut him off.

"C'mon, Dal, we need you! It's what Riff would have wanted! You know that!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna deal with the Jets bitching and moaning about me being the leader. They'll start stuff about how I left. No."

"But they won't! We've all agreed." Dally sighed. He knew he had to. He took a vow when he joined the Jets that the gang, his brothers, always came first.

"Have a war council with the Sharks ready for next Tuesday. Lieutenant." Ice, Action and A-rab were all delighted to hear that. In one sentenced, Dally had agreed to take over, and had chosen his second.

"You'll do it, then?" Ice asked, just to make sure.

"I want that war council. I want all the Sharks there and I want all the Jets there. You can choose where." The three Jets loved. He was already taking charge.

And there's chapter three! What do you think!