AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is my third installment in my Album Challenge series. The challenge is this: the writer picks their favorite album, and has to write an individual story (it can be a one-shot or a chapter story) for each song on the album, and they can use different genres or shows or whatever for each story. The album I chose was Taylor Swift's new CD Red, and this is her third track, "Treacherous". Rated T because even though there really isn't anything bad in it, it still is a more mature age group musical. And, at the end of the second chapter (which will be up by Tuesday), I will be asking you guys a question about whether there should be a third chapter or not, but I will ask that in the second chapter, not here.

So, the story is set sometime after the Dance at the Gym, and obviously before Tony gets killed. Maria is asleep in her room, and it's midnight. And...if you're a true Swiftie, or a big West Side Story fan, you'll see the references I made to both the song "Treacherous" and also to certain songs from the musical. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Chapter 1: Reckless Dreaming

Maria POV

I was dreaming. Usually, my dreams were terrible nightmares, raging horrors of death and destruction. Seemingly real showings of my brother Bernardo getting killed, of Chino being taken away. Our gang, all getting slaughtered because of where we came from. These thoughts always seemed to haunt my unconscious mind, even though I tried hard to push them away.

But, tonight, it wasn't Death who appeared.

It was Tony.

Tony, my one true love. Tony, my real heart's devotion, not like Rosalia's heart full of Puerto Rico.

My heart was claimed by an American boy.

Sure, our secret love was treacherous, dangerous, simply insane in the face of our friends (if they knew), but our love was true. It's like we were made for each other, the same heart and soul. Like puzzle pieces coming together, me and Tony were a perfect match.

In my dream, me and Tony were dancing, once again in the gym. But this time, instead of being in a hate-filled room of Sharks and Jets, me and my prince were alone.

Alone. A rarity.

I cherished the moment, forgetting that this was only an illusion, as Tony waltzed me across the room, spinning me around in circles. I laughed, linking my arms around Tony's neck as we continued to spin, two lovers in their own fantasy. Finally, the song switched from upbeat and gleeful to slow and serene, and Tony put his arms around me and held me close.

"Oh, my Maria, my dove," Tony whispered in my ear as we swayed to the music, "How beautiful you look tonight."

I honestly didn't know what Dream Maria was wearing, so when I looked down at myself, I was stunned.

I was wearing a beautiful ruby red silk dress, that went all the way down to the floor. It had long, flowing sleeves, and a low neckline, one that I knew Anita would never let me wear. On my feet were red slippers, and my hair...oh, my hair! In curls! Magnificent, flowing curls, like I've always wanted.

Tony cups my face in his hands, letting his thumbs caress my cheeks. "You're like an angel. My angel." He puts his lips close to mine, but not touching. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, pull him closer, but then I looked into his eyes and saw him cherishing the moment, so I stayed still.

We were frozen in time for a couple minutes, just two lovers standing in a silent room. Finally, Tony pulled back, taking my hand. "Come, my love, I want to show you something."

I smiled at him, and we walked hand-in-hand out the doors of the gym. I was scared for a moment, thinking we might be seen, by the Jets or Sharks, but Tony squeezed my hand reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, they're not haunting the streets tonight. It's just you and me, my love."

I sighed in relief as Tony continued to drag me through the empty streets of West Side. We went through avenues, alleyways, finally stopping at a building with a ladder.

Tony smiled and gestured to the ladder. "Ladies first. And don't worry-it's safe. And if you're ever unsteady, I'll be right behind you."

I smiled at my love and started to ascend the ladder, Tony following. Fortunately for me, it wasn't that long of a climb, and in less than three minutes, I was standing on solid ground once more. I waited for Tony, and then once he was up, he took my hand and led me to the edge of the building we were on the roof of. He smiled and looked at me. "You can see the whole city from here."

I gasped as I took in the view he was referring to. He was right; you could see the whole city. I could see the blinding lights of New York City, the mountains of New York State to the opposite, the beautiful moonlight against the skyscrapers. It was truly breathtaking.

Tony put his arm around my waist. "I remember coming here with Riff when we were younger. We always joked around that we would one day make it big in NYC. One day, someday." I shivered, and he looked at me, concerned. "Are you cold?"

I nodded and Tony graciously slipped his tuxedo jacket from his shoulders onto mine. I smiled and wrapped it around me, wanting to envelop myself in Tony's warmth and scent.

"You look so beautiful in the moonlight, Maria," he said, licking his lips and looking into my eyes. I tilted my head up, and licked my own lips, eager for his on mine.

He smiled, moved his hands to cup my face, and started to kiss me.

I sighed, leaning into Tony, my Tony. His tongue prodded at my bottom lip, asking permission to enter my mouth. I agreed, opening up, letting Tony's tongue mingle with mine. I felt him grin against my lips, and our tongues danced as we continued to kiss in the moonlight. I shivered again, not from cold but from joy, and I just wanted that moment to last, that moment to grow into...

"Maria!"

The exclamation from reality shook me from my dreams and woke me up.