The two girls trudged up the alleys, searching for Spot and the docks. A boy jumped in front of them. His eyes were gray, and his hair was a light orange color.

"Oh lookie heah! If it isn't Loudmouth." The boy exclaimed, crossing his arms across his chest. He looked Bridget up and down.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, Sparky." Bridget growled. It was making her feel uncomfortable, the way the boy she named Sparky was looking at her. Rebecca groaned, thinking to herself God dammit Bridge, another fight. Damn you and your anger issues!

"Fiesty. I like it." He placed his hand on her cheek, and Bridget slapped it away. Both girls glared. Rebecca stood next to her friend. "C'mon goily, wanna go have some fun?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Nope. Not with you," She grabbed Reb and tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of her, shoving her so that she was against the wall. Her forehead was against his. She brought her forehead back, and then forward and smacked his, probably bruising her own in the process. "What is with you? Do you have a hearing problem for Christ's sake!" Bridge exclaimed. Her anger issues were getting her into a lot of trouble.

"LIsten heah, goil, and listen close. I ain't askin ya-" A cane came down on his shoulder, and the boy turned around. He stared fearfully into to cold blue eyes, and Spot smirked. He pulled him back, and let Bridget escape from her against the wall prison.

"FIrefly, Ise do believe the goil said no. Leave it at that and get ya sarray ass outa me sight foah Ise bruise ya so bad youse'll be as good as dead." And boy did Sparky run. Spot looked at the girls. "He hoit ya?"

"No, we're fine." Reb thanked him. Bridget glared after him, wiping the boys disgusting grime off of her face.

"Yeah, we're fine, thanks." She said shortly. She hated being saved. It was so... cliche. And she knew Reb hated it too. "We're going to Tibby's." She went to walk past him, but Spot stopped her. "Yes, Spot?"

"Heah, lemme get that." He wiped a streak of dirt from her forehead and despite herself she allowed a clumsy blush.

"Uh, thanks." The two set out on their across the bridge journey, but the only legible thought in Bridge's mind was that the Spot Conlon had saved her from a creeper and had wiped dirt from her forehead.

Tibby's

"Why us? Damn rapists." Reb said, leaning against the seat and taking another bite of her turkey sandwich. Bridge shrugged. She took a sip from her coke, and chocked on it. Jokingly getting up to help, Rebecca walked over to Bridget to help her choking friend. Patting her back and turning around, she slipped, and instead of landing on the hard wood, she landed in a strong pair of arms.

"Thanks, sir." She steadied herself and looked into the brown eyes of Racetrack Higgins. She felt shocks in the glance, and blushed. His eyes not leaving hers, he took off his hat and kissed her hand.

"Racetrack Higgins, it was my pleasure." Rebecca could've swooned. But she was lucky her mind was still functioning.

"Rebecca Smith, but my friends call me Reb. I wouldn't mind slipping if you were there to catch me, Mr. Higgins." She decided to humor him. He was sweet, cute, and funny. And he could sing.

"Race. And Ise'll try ta be there as often as I can. Wouldn't want such a pretty goil gettin hoit." He flirted back. He motioned his two friends over, and Reb called Bridge over.

"This is Bridget McAshton. Big mouth, bad temper." Bridget glared at her best friend, who simply smirked. Revenge for her anger issues.

"Please, call me Bridge." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm Mush, and this heahs Blink." They took off their hats, but Bridget and Rebecca spit shook with the three.

"Pleasahs all ours."

"We're done, right?" Reb asked Bridget. She nodded, having already paid, and Race asked if he could walk them home.

"Yeah, sure." Bridget stated. Reb nodded her head, and the five walked out the door.

"Where do youse two live."

"Brooklyn lodging house." Rebecca said, lacing her arm in Bridges.

"Brooklyn? Bridge really is a loudmouth." The four laughed at Racetrack's, obviously hearing of her experience with Spot. "I woulda pissed my pants, facin off ta Spot."

"Yeah, well I've dealt with worse." They walked them to the bridge, and they said goodbye to the guys, Racetrack and Reb lingering longer than neccasary.

"Well, well. Looks like Rebbys got her little lover boy, huh?" And there was a blush in response.