So like... You have no idea. I rewrote this chapter SO many times...

THANK YOU LUCKS FOR BREAKING MY WRITER'S BLOCK! I LOVE YOU! LOL

Race and Lucks stood outside the Brooklyn Lodging house sharing a sweet kiss. This was mainly too keep Lucks's mind off of the current events. She was prone to asthma attacks when things like this happened and no one liked it when those happened because she flipped out.

Neither one of them really heard Spot and Jack come back until Spot made it obvious with a crude comment about Lucks being a whore. Apparently his sweetness had worn thin with the event's happenings.

They broke apart with Lucks glaring at Spot and Race looking depressed with the breaking apart and the fact that Stormy looked lifeless. Lucks spotted Spot's bloody knuckled and noted that Stormy wasn't standing. That's when she saw Jack holding her. The girl's head was lolling back, mouth slightly open, eyes shut. Lucks almost threw up when she saw the blood slowly seeping from her neck that was staining her shirt.

She choked and fell into Race, tears flooding her eyes. Lucks pulled at his shirt with her fists.

Meanwhile Spot opened the door for Jack and the two boys brought the unconscious girl into a storage room on the second floor of the Lodging house, across from a bucking room. Spot lit a lamp and moved boxes and old news papers out of the way while he waited for Jack to place Stormy on the small cot that was the biggest object in the room.

Jack stood, looking down at Stormy. The girl seemed peaceful but the blood currently streaming from her said otherwise. "Spot...we gotta..."

"I know." Spot interjected. his voice was curt. "Jack go take care of the guy in the alley."

Spot turned and faced the window without saying anymore. The window was small and cobwebs made it hard to see out of it.

Lucks and Race came in, Lucks wiping tears from her face. She looked at Stormy and gasped. Her face was scarily pale. Without saying a word she walked across the hall into the boy's bunking room and flung open a cabinet, grabbing some gauze, a couple of small towels and some alcohol.

She shook her head, forcing tears away when she returned and forced herself to get near Stormy. The nearer she got, the more tears slid out, even though she was trying to force them back. Lucks tried to seep up the blood in a small hand towel, hoping it would help the cut to stop and scab over.

Race pulled her away when she started sob and pulled her into his arms. Lucks was sobbing loudly and fell into his chest, helpless. This was her best friend. they had known each other since Stormy had moved to New York when she was six. They had met by accident at a market. Stormy had ran into her.

FLASH BACK!

Luck's POV

I sighed haughtily as I stood arms crossed over my chest next to my mother who insisted on dragging me with her while she shopped for what groceries we could afford.

That's when I saw her. A girl my age with straight black hair flying about as she ran around, chasing a boy our age. I let go of my mother's hand and followed them, my blue eyes wide with curiousity.

The girl turned seconds after the boy turned around, a small smirk on his face as he ran past me. The girl giggled and didn't seem to see me, seeing as she ran smack into me. Either that or she had no depth perception.

"Ow!" I let out rudely.

"Sorry." She said with attitude, putting her hands on her hips. We both stood up and sized up the other.The two of us smirked. We knew we would be the best of friends. Stormy linked arms with me. "I'm ." She said grinning.

I looked at her and grinned the same. "I'm Delilah." I introduced myself and saw the boy ahead of us, sneaking through a throng of legs after seeing me look. "Who is that boy?" I asked, pointing after him.

"OH! His name is Spot. I just met him. My nanny took me out here cuz we need more groceries, but I found a friend and ditched her." Stormy said, shrugging.

"Is he nice?"

"No." Her huffy voice announced and I giggled.

"He's cute." I announced, a blush on my face.

"Yeah. He sure is." She announced a little dreamy. "COME ON! Let's get 'im!" She was suddenly full of energy and grasped my hand, pulling me after her. We both giggled and ran after the boy we all know today as Spot Conlon.

Lucks shook out of her flash back a small smile on her face.

Her eyes shot to Spot and she had to suppress a chuckle. She loved memories. They always made her feel bad in times of need.

Spot turned from the window he was staring out of again and his cool grey eyes took the two other people in the room into focus. "You guys can leave. Actually...you should. It's dark and obviously... it's not safe." His face nor voice held any emotion.

Race nodded silently. "I'll drop by tommorah."

Spot nodded curtly and turned back to the window, thoughs reeling through him.

Race turned to leave with Lucks but Lucks was seemingly fixated with Stormy's body.

"Come on, babe."

"No."

"What?"

"No."

"Why not? You can see 'er tomorrah."

"I don't care."

"You dah new Queen 'a Queens. Yah need to get back."

"I don't give a damn. That's my best friend lying there." Her voice was suddenly hard and told Race not to push any more or he'd regret it.

Race sighed and ran fingers through his hair.

"Looks like yah got a visitah stayin withcha Spot." Race said, giving in.

Lucks stood there, proud of herself for standing her ground, but feeling like she might collasp.

Spot sighed and turned around. Lucks stood there, he could tell she was hurting inside and felt like crying. He could have prevented all of this. All of it.

"Fine." He said harshly and turned back to the window. Regret and guilt rushed over him like a wave waiting to drown him.

Lucks nodded at Spot and looked to Race. "You should leave."

He nodded. "Jack needs help." He paused. "What are you going to do about Queens?"

"When I don't show up my second in control will take over." She said, looking at him, but not seeing him.

Race sighed and kissed her forehead before departing.

"Spot. You need sleep." She said after a few minutes of sitting on the dusty floor, leaning against a box, her eyes not leaving Stormy.

"So do you."

"No. I don't." She said.

"Yeah. Yah do."

Lucks sighed. Was he always this hard headed? How did Stormy ever put up with him?

"You have to sell papes in the morning." She said after thinking for a moment.

Flashback!

Spot's POV

I was standing outside, selling my last few papes when a girl came hurdling around me, nearly knocking me over.

"HEY WATCH IT!" I shouted, regaining my stature.

The girl giggled and made circles around me in a taunting way. She was wearing a white frilly dress with dark green flowers printed on it. Her hair was flying about, it was straight as be and so black it looked like it had a blue tint to it. I immediatley fell in love with her.

"HEY!' I shouted again. This time she stopped.

"Hi!"

"Who are you?" I demanded, my eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" She asked.

I stood up straight andpuffed out my chest. "I asked first."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, taking a step closer.

'Yeah." I said, stepping up, looking down at her.

She level with me and looked me in the eyes, her clear green eyes shocked me and I smirked.

She bit her lip and glared at me.

"I'm Spot." I announced, my chest puffing out proudly. "Spot Conlon."

"I'm Riley...Riley Peters."

"Riley's a boy's name."

"Spot's a stupid name." She spat back and I opened my mouth then closed it. My eyes narrowed to slits and I shot her a glare.

"Oh yeah?"

"YEAH!"

I bit my own lip. This girl was a challenge. "Yeah, well you're annoying."

"No. I'm just not afraid to back down." Our six year old selves argued with each other.

I pinched her arm and she ran after me chasing me around the market place we were both in. Then a few minutes later she ran into a girl with shoulder length curly blonde hair. Her eyes were big and blue and she seemed exactly like Stormy...A Girl With An Attitude. I hated her already.

Spot shook his head, pushing the memory away. He thought about how afterwards they chased him around until Luck's mother and Stormy's nanny had called for them.Before Stormy had left though...she had placed a silly kiss on his lips...He didn't understand that girl...and he realized that he still did not.

He did know one thing, how ever, he loved that girl.

Okay! So...it's over, what did you think! Review, please! Suggestions aer always, always nice!