Hey! Sorry! I'm here, I'm here! And so is the chapter! Yay! Right? Anyway, before I continued, I recently posted another story that's also a crossover with West Side Story, but very different. So check it out! Anyway, here's the chapter!

Dally and Matt decided to go to the Curtises. Blade stayed, explaining that she would want to be there when Riff got back. Sure enough, about an hour later, the door opened.

"Blade?" Riff called.

"Hey." Blade said going up to him.

"Where's Dally?" Blade was relieved to hear him say "Dally" and not "Winston". This meant he wasn't mad. Blade took Riff next door and walked in. Everyone looked up as the door opened. But unlike usual, when everyone would go back to what they had been doing, everyone stared at Riff.

"Dally." Riff said with a nod, motioning for him to follow him out. Dally got up and obeyed.

"Who was that?" Soda asked confused.

"And how did he talk to Dally like that without getting his head beat in?" Pony asked, even more confused.

"That's Riff." Blade stated simply.

"Our gang leader." Matt added to the still confused faces. Then he looked at Blade with a questioning look.

"He's fine. He don't seem so mad anymore." Riff said to him and he nodded.

Outside Dally was waiting for Riff to say something. He was scared, well as scared as Dallas Winston can get. Sure, no one could scare Dally or tell him what to do. No one but Riff. When you're in an organized gang, you don't respect your leader and you're dead.

"Blade told me what happened." Riff began. Dally looked up to face him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want all the Jets to get hurt. I figured it was just easier if I left."

"Damn it, Winston!" Riff's frustration was coming back. "I'm your friggin' leader! You tell me theses things!"

"I know, I'm sorry." It would have been funny to any greaser watching this. Dallas Winston, being worked over. Dallas Winston, apologizing. Riff shook his head and sighed.

"This better never happen again, buddy-boy. Never. " Dally knew everything was okay. Calling someone "buddy-boy" was the Riff's way of affection, if you could call it that.

"Blade and matt are here for a while. When they come back home, I want you with them." With that, Riff went inside to meet Dally's new gang. And, he explained to Dally, he used the term "gang" loosely, for the greasers. Dally was left there to let what Riff had just said sink in. He had to move back to New

York.

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