Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies! I want to thought. Jack would be in my room shirtless right now.

Chapter One: When you get dis pretty?

Ten years before…

"Do you promise you won't forget me Jack?" A seven-year old girl asked her best friend. Jack Kelly smiled at Fe. Her real name was Mary but Jack called her Fe. He called her that cause that where the two wanted to live.

"Do youse thinks I would ever forgets youse Fe?" He hugged her and smiled. He was worried that he would never see her again. She had blonde ringlets and green eyes. She was Jack's best friend. He selled a pape to her father every day. One day about two years ago Mary's father invited Jack home for a nice cooked meal. That is when he met Mary. The two were best friends since then.

A year later Mary met a young six year-old Spot Conlon, who at that time was just a sharp shooting, pape selling shortie. She became friends with him as well. Even her father would get them a carriage to pick up Spot and bring him over for dinner. Her father liked Spot Conlon. He was always said he saw a young him in Spot. But she wasn't as close to Spot as she was to Jack.

"I don't want to go to Santa Fe without you. Father says you could come with us. Please Jack please." Mary pleaded with him. She was sad that she was leaving him. Her father's job was making him move out West to Santa Fe. It was her and Jack's dream to move there. But it only came true for one of them.

"No, Fe go on. I will be on the next train. I promise." He spit in his hand and held it out. She spit in hers and shook his. They said their final goodbyes and she boarded the train. Jack hoped this wouldn't be the last time he saw her.

"Please don't forget Jack." Those were the last words that Jack ever heard Mary say to him.

A seventeen-year old Mary got off the train smiling. She had really grown up in the last ten years. She was taller and slimmer. Her hair was long and was in gentle waves down her back. A pink ribbon was in the back of her hair. Her eyes were brighter and larger as they took back in the New York skyscrapers in the early evening light. She wore a pink dress that hung past her ankles but didn't hit the floor. She wasn't going to get her dress dirty. Under her dress was a nice pair of flats. Usually she wore boots. But she didn't like them and Father said she could wear these.

"Home sweet home." Mr. Banks said as he helped his wife off the train. "Now where is that boy?" He asked as he looked around the platform.

"What boy, Father?" Mary asked as she turned around to face her parents.

"Spot Conlon, dear. Your father wrote him a month ago. I thought I told you." Her mother said.

Mary froze as that name was spoken. Her eyes were filled with a mix of joy and fear. The joy that she would see her friend again but also the fear of him seeing her.

"Spot…Conlon." Mary gulped.

"Yes Mary. I wrote him because I knew you wanted to see him again. I asked about Jack but he never wrote about him in his letter. I heard he is the leader of the Manhattan newsboys." Her father reassured her. Just then Spot walked up the platform and saw Mary. His mouth dropped. He was stunned.

"Since whens were youse dis pretty?" He asked her. She didn't no what to say. She just quickly hugged him. He laughed and hugged her back. "Welcome home." They broke apart and slowly made their way to the carriage.

On the way to the Banks' new home Mr. Banks and Spot talked about how Mr. Banks now owned the New York Sun. The Banks were always wealthy and Mary never knew why when she was young that she had to go to school when others had to work. But that was when she was young but now that she was older she understood why.

"Does he know I am back?" Mary asked Spot hoping he knew who she was talking about.

"No. I ain't going to tell him cause…uh…hey that's Brooklyn!" He pointed out the window. Spot was trying to hide the fact that Jack had a girlfriend.

"Spot Conlon, what are you trying to hide from me?" Mary said as her voice got a little louder. Her father looked at her mother and shook his head. That meant not to say a word.

"I…..was….umm…Jack…..umm….yeah." Spot said mumbling. He wouldn't make eye contact with her.

"Tell me Spot Conlon! Or I swear!" She yelled as she grabbed him by the collar. Usually if someone grabbed Spot like this he would soak them but not Mary.

"Fine…but I ain't going hold ya when ya cry." That was a lie. He would help his friend. "Jack has a goil friend."

Mary was shocked and upset. She had realized at the age of fifteen that she had always loved him and she always will love him. She just looked out of the window of carriage and sighed. She slowly leaned into Spot's shirt. Spot didn't know if she was crying or not. But he didn't want to ask.

"Escuse me Mr. Banks," Spot asked him, "could Mary go with me to Tibby's to see Jack?" He smiled.

Mr. Banks looked at his wife. He whispered something in her ear. She smiled and giggled to herself.

"Spot, only if you promise to never have Mary leave your sight and you walk her straight home after." Mr. Banks said sternly. He handed Mary a dollar to get something to eat. She smiled and held it tightly in her hand.

"Yes, sir." Spot said with a smile. Mr. Banks told the carriage driver to stop at Tibby's.

"Now you know our address bring her home right after." Mrs. Banks said as the carriage stopped in front of Tibby's.

"Yes, I do." Spot said as he helped Mary out of the carriage. "So how was the big west?" He asked as he opened the door that lead into the restaurant. Spot looked and saw the Manhattan Newsies laughing as they ate their dinner.

"Lots of open air and open spaces." Mary said with a smile.

Jack sat with David on his one side and Race on the other. Mush and Kid Blink were telling them about what happened today when they were selling some papes. Jack heard the door open and saw Spot walking in. But the girl with Spot caught his eye almost like he knew her.

Mary saw him sitting there. Jack. That was the only thing going though her mind. She saw him and smiled. Hoping that he would realize who she was.

"Hiya Jacky Boy!" Spot said. All the Newsies mouths dropped to the floor at the beautiful, wealthy girl that just walked in with Spot. Spot pulled up a chair for Mary and sat her next to Race. He then pulled up a chair next to Jack and sat down. Mary was a little unease as everyone stared at her.

"So what brings ya to Manhattan, Spot?" Jack asked him.

" She is da reason I'm here. I want ya all to meet Mary Banks. She's an old friend of mine." Spot said as he order a hotdog. Mary order a sandwich and a glass of cola.

"Banks…Banks. Wait, as in Banks the new owner of the Sun. That's ya father." Race asked Mary.

"Yes, that is my father." She said as she took a sip of cola. Race smiled and laughed. Jack still looked confused.

"Mary Banks… I know that name somehow." Jack said. Mary looked up from her sandwich. She smiled. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.

"But you promise you wouldn't forget me Jack." Mary said as she removed the necklace from under the collar of her dress and began toying with it. " Santa Fe was really nice but I missed it here in New York." She said as she took a bite out of her sandwich. Spot laughed but everyone else was still confused on how this wealthy girl knew Jack. Jack stared at Mary for a second. But then it hit him like a ton of bricks. This was his best friend. The girl who moved away to Santa Fe when he was eight. That was when she was cute but now she was beautiful. Wait, Jack couldn't think she was beautiful. She was the girl who he taught to fight and now he had Sarah but now some where deep down Jack knew he liked Mary maybe even loved because he sang Santa Fe about her.

To be continued…. Hehe (: I will update soon