“Tony! Tony! Man what the hell are you doin’?” A seventeen year old boy looked up at another who was painting a sign. The boy named Tony smiled brightly down at his closest friend, so close, they were almost like brothers. “Ah Rick, I’m workin’. Some of us have jobs ya know?” Rick shook his head at his blond haired, blue eyed friend. “I don’t even know you anymore.” Tony jumped down from the ladder, his paint bucket in one hand, a brush in the other. “What are you talkin’ about?” Rick ran a hand through his light brown hair. “You an I used ta be tight. I mean we started the Mets together.” The Mets being the gang they had started in the city of theirs. “I mean,” Rick started, “We got like ten boys now,” he punched Tony in the arm, “And they miss their daddy.” Tony smirked, “What’s that make you? Their Mom?” Rick grabbed hold of Tony under his arm and ruffled his hair. “Careful there Tony boy!”
Tony pushed away from him, his grin big as it always was. “What’s so important to me comin back?” Rick sighed, “Like I said, we miss ya. What’s kept ya away?” Tony climbed the ladder again. “You’d laugh if I told ya.” Rick glared at him. “Try me.” Tony looked at the sign for a long moment. “For the past couple of nights… I’ve woken reachin for something.” Rick tipped his head. “Reachin for what?” “I don’t know!” Tony couldn’t stay on the ladder. He jumped down once more, leaving his paint on the ladder. “I just know it’s around the corner…” His eyes went slightly out of focus as he reached for something that Rick couldn’t see. Then his arm fell. “But then I wake up.” He shook his head. “I dunno.” Rick sighed, “You know, you’re too tense. “You need to get out.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Why don’t’ you come to the dance in the alley tonight?” Tony looked at him, “The alley? But aint that the Bear’s territory?”
The Bears were the Puerto Rican that had moved into their part of the neighborhood. Because the Mets were giving hell to the new kids, they formed together to make their own gang. Ever since the making of the Bears, there had been a war between the two gangs. Rick shrugged, “We goin’ to make nice tonight.” Tony sighed, “I really don’t think so.” Rick grabbed hold of his shirt, “Ah, come on, I told the boys you were going to be there.” Tony chuckled. “Alright, alright.” He said shoving Rick away, “I’ll be there.” Rick punched the air. “Can’t wait bro!” And with that he took off waving, “10 o’clock” Tony waved, “Yeah yeah.”
The alleyway was a mix of Puerto Ricans and Americans. Girls in skirts spinning about as they danced with the different boys as music played. It turned almost into a dancing contest between the two races, though no real words were exchanged. Tony showed up just a little after ten, watching the different people dance, a slight smirk on his face as he watched the kids his age having a good time.
Tony pushed away from him, his grin big as it always was. “What’s so important to me comin back?” Rick sighed, “Like I said, we miss ya. What’s kept ya away?” Tony climbed the ladder again. “You’d laugh if I told ya.” Rick glared at him. “Try me.” Tony looked at the sign for a long moment. “For the past couple of nights… I’ve woken reachin for something.” Rick tipped his head. “Reachin for what?” “I don’t know!” Tony couldn’t stay on the ladder. He jumped down once more, leaving his paint on the ladder. “I just know it’s around the corner…” His eyes went slightly out of focus as he reached for something that Rick couldn’t see. Then his arm fell. “But then I wake up.” He shook his head. “I dunno.” Rick sighed, “You know, you’re too tense. “You need to get out.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Why don’t’ you come to the dance in the alley tonight?” Tony looked at him, “The alley? But aint that the Bear’s territory?”
The Bears were the Puerto Rican that had moved into their part of the neighborhood. Because the Mets were giving hell to the new kids, they formed together to make their own gang. Ever since the making of the Bears, there had been a war between the two gangs. Rick shrugged, “We goin’ to make nice tonight.” Tony sighed, “I really don’t think so.” Rick grabbed hold of his shirt, “Ah, come on, I told the boys you were going to be there.” Tony chuckled. “Alright, alright.” He said shoving Rick away, “I’ll be there.” Rick punched the air. “Can’t wait bro!” And with that he took off waving, “10 o’clock” Tony waved, “Yeah yeah.”
The alleyway was a mix of Puerto Ricans and Americans. Girls in skirts spinning about as they danced with the different boys as music played. It turned almost into a dancing contest between the two races, though no real words were exchanged. Tony showed up just a little after ten, watching the different people dance, a slight smirk on his face as he watched the kids his age having a good time.
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