"Riff, this whole thing is getting out of hand. It was fun when we made the Jets, but it's getting too much."
"What do you mean it's 'getting outta hand'?"
"I mean, Riff, you bought a gun for a little rumble that shouldn't be happening!"
"You ain...
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I open my door to my empty apartment, bills scattered everywhere. I was about to sit down, until I heard my neighbours arguing loudly. I roll my eyes as I lean against my door and sigh, as I sit on the floor. I need to get a better job, I can't just keep working at a diner. Maybe I need two jobs. One night job and one morning job, because the money I'm earning just isn't enough. Maybe give it 2 weeks and I'll be kicked out of my apartment.
My eyes shoot to the window where I see an old friend tapping on my window. I gasp and smile, as I quickly get up from the floor and slide the window open.
"Anybodys!" I exclaim happily, after not seeing my friend in a while.
"Hey Annika, how ya doin'?" He asks, as I grab his arm to help him inside.
"I'm doing as fine as I can be..." I smile, looking around my dull, empty apartment. I hear Anybodys sigh, as he walks towards the unpaid bills.
"Ya still haven't paid? Annika if you keep goin' the way you are, ya gunna get evicted." He tells me.
"Well, what else am I supposed to do? No where pays well enough. I was thinking about getting two jobs, one evening and one morning job." I tell him.
A comfortable silence fills the air.
"We miss you."
"Yeah I know. But, you understand why I left don't ya?" I ask him, as he leans against a wall.
"Yeah I do." He says, looking at the floor. "I have never agreed with what the Jets do. All those rumbles, and the-the stupid name callin'. I only joined the Jets because I loved the thrill of bein' chased my shop owners and goin' to the zoo, smoking like a train and drinking like a sailor. I loved to tend to everyone's wounds-"
"You loved Riff." Anybodys finishes. I look at him for a while before answering.
"Yeah...maybe...no I loved all of yous. That night...when Tony went to jail...that was the final straw for me. I had to take myself outta the Jets. The things that I hear coming out of their mouths, towards the Puerto Rican's is disgusting. No...they ain't the Jets I remember." I shake my head.
"I loved the Jets before the gang rivalry's. Leaving you lot was better for me-"
"Was it? Look at this place Annika, I mean ya might as well be livin' on the streets at this point." Anybodys says, being completely honest.
"Yeah I know." I answer.
"Come back to the Jets, Annika-"
"No."
"Please-"
"I just told you-"
"Annika, you don't have to be apart of that side of the Jets-"
