"Bonnie, I'm so sick of doing this." A young girl whined as she sat down on the steps outside of a Brooklyn apartment building.

Her name was Riley, she was 17 years old and stood at only 5'2. She was a very attractive Italian, with chocolate brown hair running past her shoulders, and her brown eyes that always had a gold sparkle to them. But not today.

Riley looked over at her friend Bonnie and was met with a look of aggravation.

"Hun, you knew moving in would be a pain in the ass." Bonnie replied knowingly, staring down at Riley sitting on the steps.

"I didn't know you were at the top floor." Riley whined once more.

"Stop your crying." Bonnie said as she rolled her eyes. "One more box, let's go."

Bonnie attempted to pull Riley off of the stairs but it was no help.

"Riley!"

"Fine, fine... I'm up. I'm going. Fine." Riley said quickly as she picked herself up and walked down to the street where the remaining box was sitting. Probably filled with more of her clothes.

"There ya go." Bonnie said, trying to hold back her amusement as she watched Riley walk up the steps with the heavy box in her arms and her hair falling in her face. Riley let out a moan of frustration as she entered the building.

Bonnie was taller than Riley, but they were a lot alike. Her hair was the same shade as Riley's, but her eyes were dark green, given to her by her Irish mother.

Growing up with money, they had a beautiful wardrobe that was the envy of every girl in the city, but today they were dressed comfortably. Riley wore her favorite fitted black pants with a long-sleeved shirt that buttoned in the front, made of cotton that was worn from wear. It was a pale blue and fit in all the right places.

Bonnie sat down where Riley was a few minutes ago, took a deep breath, and relaxed in the sun. She was relieved that Riley had finally made the move from Staten Island to Brooklyn. Bonnie lived alone, and was supported by her upper class parents who lived in Long Island. Just like Riley, she wore her favorite clothes to dress down in.

"Done!" Riley said happily as she sat down next to Bonnie after her trip to the top floor.

"Finally."

"Yeah, and with no help from you!"

"I moved a box!" Bonnie replied defensively.

"There were 7 of them!" Riley answered, her bright smile showing that she was happy that she made the move to Brooklyn also.

Bonnie and Riley met in school when they were younger. Riley's parents moved to different parts of New York, but she was able to complete a few years in the private school that Bonnie attended most of her life.

"Is this street always this crowded? I don't think I've ever seen it empty." Riley observed. Bonnie looked around and shrugged her shoulders.

"You get use to it I suppose." Bonnie replied quietly.

"Guess so." Riley said, looking at a group of teenagers walking down the street. They were obviously in a rush to get somewhere. Bonnie stood up.

"Riles, come inside." Bonnie said, tugging on Riley's arm.

"Why?" Riley asked, unaware of what was going on.

"See that boy right there? The one in the front?" Bonnie asked, looking in the direction of him. Riley stood up to see better.

Riley looked over and saw him. He obviously had some reputation for Bonnie to act so different. He was the best looking boy Riley had ever seen, but there was something about him that made chills run down her spine.

"Who is he?" Riley asked.

"That's Spot Conlon. Stay away from him, Riles. He's bad news around here."

Riley watched as the boy walked closer to them, her eyes never leaving him.

"Keep talkin'..." Riley replied.

"He's the leader of the newsies in Brooklyn. Not only is he dangerous, but he gets with all the girls around here, too." Bonnie said.

Riley glanced up at her friend and bit her lip. There was something in her eyes that wasn't right. She turned her attention back to the boy.

"How do you know?" Riley asked, mesmerized by his looks.

When Bonnie didn't answer, Riley turned her head to look at her.

"What happened between you and Spot, Bons?" Riley asked softly. Bonnie met Riley's stare and shook her head, obviously not in the mood to talk about it.

"Promise me you'll stay away from him." Bonnie said quietly, looking back over to Spot as he walked by them.

Riley didn't answer. Instead, she looked at Spot and slightly tilted her head to the side. Why was he so dangerous? Why did she have to stay away from him?

At that moment, Spot turned his head and met Riley's stare. He looked her up and down, and then continued walking forward.

Riley's heart was pounding, and she could feel it. There was something about this Brooklyn boy... And she wanted to know more about him.

"Do you promise, Riley?" Bonnie asked as Spot continued to walk away from them.

Riley watched his back as she lost sight of him in the crowd.

"I promise." She said quietly, biting her bottom lip once again.

Curiosity always got the best of Riley. Some promises had to be broken, no matter how hard you try to keep them.

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