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Calvin down in the alley heavily, panting. The loaf of bread he had stolen from the grocer was squashed in his hands since he had been clutching onto it as he ran from the store, the owner and a few clerks chasing after him. They had given up several blocks ago, but Calvin had kept running just to be sure he was safe. He stretched his long legs out and leaned against the dirty wall, heaving a sigh.

Nick looked up from where she sat under a little ledge, watching the boy. Her mouth watered when she saw the bread. "Trespasser's fee," She said pulling her cap to the side, he wasn't worth getting up, but eye contact was a must. "This is my alley."

"Your alley?" He asked, glaring at the boy. "No it ain't," he held the bread closer to his chest. No way was he taking this from him. He kept his eyes on the boy as he slowly rose.

Nick rose with him, her eyes narrowing. "Don't skip on me. Pay up, one way or another."

"How much are you asking for?" He slowly inched his way toward the street.

There was a crack of thunder and Nick looked up at the sky, "Half for the night. You're not going to find a better deal in this part of town."

He looked up at the sky and sighed, because he was right. "Fine. We'll share the bread."

Nick smirked, "Not so hard, now, is it?"

"No," He slumped down against the wall again. "It's still hard."

"Just count your blessings for not running into Sid," Nick told the boy, "He would have taken your bread and your shoes."

"Just count your blessings for not running into Sid," Nick told the boy, "He would have taken your bread and your shoes."

He frowned. "Does he live around these parts?"

Nick laughed, "Every alley but this and one other is his. I earned this alley."

"How?" He asked, opening the bag and biting into a piece of bread. He held up the bag to him.

Nick took a slice, "How do you earn anything? I survived getting the shit beat out of me."

He nodded thoughtfully and took another bite.

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She folded the slice in half and took a bite, her eyes closing. "God, you don't know how good this tastes."

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"Sure I do," he finished his first slice, then took another.

"How long have you been at this?" Nick asked, pulling a small bag from the pocket of her jacket.

He watched her carefully. "About a year now. You?"

"Six years," She said, fishing a hot dog from the bag and tearing it in half.

"Wow," He said, leaning back. "Your voice is pretty high, how old are you?"

Nick took a bite of the hot dog, not answering him.

He looked him up and down and suddenly laughed out loud. "You're a girl!" He exclaimed.

Nick glared at him, "Am not. Just because I'm a little small..."

"You are too!" He sat up a little straighter. "You are definately a girl."

"Get out of my alley," Nick growled, anger and fear boiling inside of her.

"No," He said, watching her curiously.

"Get out! I-I'll call Sid. He's always looking for fresh meat," She growled.

"Fine, go ahead," Calvin stretched out.

Nick put her hot dog back in her pocket, "I don't need Sid, I can beat the shit out of you myself."

"That's not far," he glarred at her. "I'm not going to hit a girl."

"I'm not a girl," Nick told him. "Stop calling me one."

"I'm not going to stop saying what's true," he said to her, brushing the crumbs off his dirty black hoody.

"What do you want?" Nick asked, "The rest of my food? My shoes?"

"I just want to sit for a while," He told her. "I've been walking for three days straight."

"Alright..." She said, not trusting him. "But you tell anyone, and you're dead. I know 10 ways to kill you with a rock alone."

"Okay, okay," he held up his hands. "Chill out."

Nick kept her glare, but leaned back against the wall as another crack of lightning light the sky and rain started pouring.

Calvin pulled in his legs and held them tight against his chest, listening to the rain and trying to ignore the wetness that had begun soaking through his hoodie

Nick looked up from her little nook, and sighed, folding up to make room. "Come on, you're getting the bread wet."

He got up and sat down carefully next to her. "Thanks," He murmured.

Nick just grabbed another slice of bread and watched the rain.

He stayed silent as he chewed on his lip, thinking. He watched the girl from the corner of his eye, still unsure about her. She could have a knife on her. But it wasn't like he didn't have one on him. If he had to, he'd pull it out, just to call a bluff. He'd never use it on a girl. But he'd threaten her if he had too

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"What?" Nick grrowled, not looking at him. "You want me to beat your ass or something?"

"You could try," He shot back.

"I just might, fucker," She grumbled, pulling the other half of her hot dog out.

He rolled his eyes and looked out into the street, where the odd person would run by.

Nick leaned against the wall, letting her head drop. She hated rain, it always reminded her of him.