A/N: hey guys! Thanks for all your great reviews! To avoid confusion from now on, I'm going to refer to Riff, occupying Bernardo's body as Bernardo and Bernardo, occupying Riff's body, as Riff. When characters are talking to them they will be known as their bodies name, no italics. When our main characters are talking to or thinking about the other body swapper, they will be referred to as the person inside the body, unless other people are around. I as the all knowing narrator will refer to them by their real names.

Disclaimer: Does Margarita own west side story? No, I think not. Margarita doesn't even have any lines. (Me=Margarita for school play.)

Bernardo's POV (reminder: actually riff's)

As my body backed away across the blacktop, I grabbed my knife off the ground. This was really weird, I was looking at myself, my skin was darker, and i had a puerto rican accent. As inconspicuously as I could I glanced down at my reflection in my blade as i had seen him do a few seconds ago. The shark leader looked back at me, a shocked look etched on his face from what I could see in it.

It didn't make any sense. Was I in Bernardo's body?

I suddenly realized something: Bernardo and I were back in position to fight each other. The gangs expected it; they wanted the other leader to go down. We had to do it, but we couldn't. We would have to buy time. As we began circling each other again I thought to myself that if we ever got out of this, I'd hug Krupke.

Suddenly, sirens started blaring; we could hear the policemen's shouts. I turned back to the sharks, who had already started running. Across the way, the jets were also running at top speed. I glanced at myself, mouthed "Doc's, we need to talk" he gave the tiniest of nods and ran after my gang.

Completely out of breath I half walked half jogged over to the outside cellar door of Doc's drug store. Bernardo as me was likely to get here first, so it was probably safer to go in through the back. Rival gang leaders don't usually meet alone in a basement.

It was over here that I had convinced Tony to go to the dance where I had challenged Bernardo. Now, I wasn't likely to be talking to Tony as a friend for a while now. He was a former jet, I was a jet stuck in a sharks body. After trying to get the door to open several times by various means, I knocked. The door was pulled open, and to my great relief, my body was on the other side. I walked in, and he locked it behind me.

"How'd you get past Doc?" I started at the puerto rican accent coming out of my mouth, that was going to take a little getting used to.

" Told him I was being chased by the sharks and couldn't find the other jets. He put me down here to hide. " He answered.

"I would never do that. I'd kick their immigrant butts so hard they'ed go back where the came from."

He shrugged. "Excuses are a little harder to think of when you just had the most shocking experience of your life."

There was silence for a moment, then I asked; "Did you hear it too? The voice?"

"Yes…"

Another minute of silence passed.

"This is all your fault Lortan." Bernardo said suddenly, pinning me against the wall.

"My fault? How is this my fault Nunez? Its not like I made this happen. Or like i'd even WANT to make it happen." I replied, pushing him off of me.

"That rumble was your idea in the first place, Spic." He shot back.

"it's not my fault that voice decided to bust into it. and don't call me that"

Another moment of silence.

"Where do you live?" He asked abruptly.

"Why do you want to— oh, right, 426 Cinder Street, same house as Tony and his Mom. They sort of adopted me after my uncle kicked me out. You?"

Grays drive, I'm in apartment 494 with my parents, my sister Maria, and oh no…"

He trailed off looking really worried. Which was really strange, considering I was looking at a face I usually only see in the mirror.

"What?" I asked him urgently. This couldn't be good.

"Anita and I were planning to um… get together privately tonight."

"Wait you mean, in a bedroom?"

He nodded looking paler than before.

"I will not do that with a spic, even if I am one! Or look like one, or what ever!" I protested,

"I don't even want you to. Just do your best to think up an excuse, failing that, escape the house for the night."

"And do what?"

"i dont know, get used to shark territory, learn the shark's names, something like that."

Yet another awkward moment of silence until I realized another big problem.

"'Nardo, I don't speak any Spanish… What if they start jabbering away at me?"

He shrugged

Guess what came next? Yep, another minute or two of silence.

Then voices came from upstairs, though we couldn't hear what they were saying. The door creaked open, and Baby John, Arab, and Diesels voices could be heard.

"Crap…"I muttered, fumbling with the door for a second before he pushed me out of the way and unlocked it. Just as I closed the door, I could hear the aforementioned Jets talking to Bernardo, who they thought was me.

This was going to be a long night…

A/N: Well, I'm not entirely happy with it, but its something. I wish I was better at making the PRs less fluent without making them sound stupid, but I'm not, so I cut any of the English difficulties any of them might have. Hope you enjoyed it. please review.