This one was requested by AbbyReads03 and her Newsie is Smarts. I don't own Smarts, all I own is this plot. AbbyReads03, I hope you enjoy this one!!! 

Spot Conlon cannot believe the sight that is before him. A girl standing on his, HIS docks. Letting girls hang around the Newsies is definitely more Kelly's thing. It is NOT a Spot Conlon thing. This girl should know better than to mess with the one and only Spot Conlon, only the most respected and famous Newsie in all of New York and probably everywhere else too. At least that's what the Walking Mouth tells him. Respect is something that Spot knows he will never get enough of. This girl, with dark hair and tan skin, tells Spot that much. 

"Ey, goil! What'cha ya doin on my turf?" Spot snaps and the girl turns to him, crossing her arms. 

"Don't you know to respect a lady when ya see one?" asks the girl. "Besides didn't know I needed an invitation to come to my home borough." Spot turns pink and looks away. 

"Smarts, it's been months since anyone's seen ya. What am I supposed ta do when goils just randomly start showin up on my turf?" Spot protests and Smarts laughs. 

"Oh, Spot. Always protective of his turf," Smarts teases him before slowly starting to stroll across the dock. Spot does not even crack a smile. "You're not happy to see me?" Smarts asks. 

"How am I supposed ta protect ya from other people, Smarts?" Spot asks and Smarts smiles up at him. 

"You don't have to," She says. She prepares to continue when a teenage voice calls out, 

"Well if ain't da real gem of Brooklyn!" Smarts glares at the two boys jeering down at her from above.  Spot opens his mouth to intervene, but Smarts starts before he can,

"Oh yeah, you are not referring to me. Unless you want to deal with your girls when they find out you've been flirting with me!" One of the boys backs off, but the other one doesn't.  Suddenly, Smarts sees his face clearly.

"Abigail Flores! I'se didn't know dat was youse!" The second boy calls and he jumps down to the dock next to Smarts.

"Good to see you too, Pokes," Smarts says and the two spit shake.

"Ya come for a swim?" Pokes asks and suddenly, a little boy comes running up to Pokes and latches onto his leg, "Paddles has been lookin for a swimmin partner lately and I'se could use a break from sellin papes."

"Nah, I've got a show in Manhattan that needs practiced for. Maybe later?" Smarts proposes and Pokes winks at her.

"Dey's says beautiful things happen in the moonlight," He says and Smarts crosses her arms.

"Who's they?" She asks loudly and Pokes laughs,

"Me," He says with a laugh and Smarts rolls her eyes.

"Smarts, when's da show?" Spot asks.

"6," Smarts replies, "Don't be late." She runs around through various alleyways until she reaches her apartment. Climbing up the fire escape, she tries to sneak inside.

"Abigail Flores! Where have you been? I thought you were at practice!" Mrs. Flores calls out when she spots her daughter halfway and halfway out of the window.

"Practice is an hour. If I hurry, I'll make it right on time," Smarts says, grabbing her book of music from a tiny bookshelf in her tiny corner of the living room that is her bedroom. Smarts climbs through the window again to Mrs. Flores's dismay.

"Abigail, come back before dark. You know how dangerous the boys in Brooklyn are," Her mother calls out and Smarts rolls her eyes.

"Not all Brooklyn boys are terrible, Mother!" Smarts calls out just as her feet hit the street and a voice causes her to jump a little bit,

"Especially not this one." Smarts turns around, ready to throw a punch just like Spot showed her how when she sees who is talking to her.

"Oh, Pokes," Smarts says and pushes past him. She starts walking in the direction of Manhattan. Medda will be waiting for her and lately, she has been more picky about her performers making it to practice on time. An interaction with Pokes will make Smarts late and she hates to disappoint Miss Medda.

"So, when'd ya say the show was?" Pokes asks and Smarts rolls her eyes.

"Ask Spot. He was paying attention," She replies before running off to Manhattan. Smarts weaves her way through the streets until she makes it to the Brooklyn Bridge. Just as she crosses onto the Manhattan side of the bridge, Smarts is grabbed by two strong pairs of arms.

"Aww, look what we'se found.  A new addition to the Manhattan Newsies," The voice of Oscar Delancey croons and Smarts begins to struggle. Thankfully, her clothing choices hide her true identity until her newsboy cap falls off in the middle of the struggle.

"Oh! What a pretty addition!" Morris exclaims and Smarts tries to run but the two boys grab her around the waist.

"Let me go!" Smarts screams and she manages to kick one of the Delanceys in the shins. He howls in pain, but Smarts is still trapped. Smarts is so distracted that she does not notice when the other Delancey receives a punch to the face. Both Delanceys are holding various body parts and they glare at their attacker. A tall boy dressed like a Newsie stands before them. He drops his papers and stands in between Smarts and the Delanceys.

"If you touch her again, I'm not afraid to hurt you," the boy says and Smarts notices his lack of a Manhattan accent. The Delancey brothers sneer and one of them reaches for Smarts, but the boy's fist shoots out and clocks the Delancey brother right in the jaw. Oscar reels back to catch his brother and the two start to run. The tall boy turns to Smarts and helps her to her feet.

"Thanks for helping me," Smarts says and the boy tugs on his newsboy cap nervously.

"Your welcome," the boy says, "That wasn't bad fighting for a girl." Smarts crosses her arms and catches notice of a clock. She is going to be late for practice. Grabbing her newsboy cap off the ground, Smarts starts running towards Irving Hall.

"See you around!" She calls out as she runs towards the Bowery. Smarts turns corner after corner and makes it with two minutes to spare. Hank, one of the stage crew men, clucks his tongue disapprovingly when he sees smarts scurry in through the creaky metal back door.

"Cutting it a bit close today, aren't we, Smarts?" He asks and Smarts rolls her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, Hank. I'm already going to hear it from Medda. Don't think I need to hear it from you," Smarts replies as she hurries into the tiny storage room backstage for the musical instruments. Making sure that no one she knows is around, Smarts grabs her violin and quickly hurries to the pit. She jumps inside and moments later, Medda sweeps her way through the pit.

"Hello, Smarts! Play well!" She greets Smarts as she hurries up onto the stage to start rehearsal. Smarts sits in the first chair violin spot out of a decent number of violin players. She plays through the whole show with ease until at the very end of the show, Medda stops practice. "Our final act hasn't showed up today!" She exclaims. Smarts flips to a solo in one of the songs and plays it beautifully and Medda hears it. She pokes her head into the pit and smiles at Smarts. "Smarts, how would you like to perform in the final act?"

"I have an old solo that I learned quite awhile ago and I would love to play it tonight!" Smarts replies, but instantly she regrets it. None of the Brooklyn boys know that she plays the violin and that she is really good at it. Smarts has been playing the violin since she was young and has managed to keep it under wraps. She remembers telling the Brooklyn boys that she helps out the theatre, but she has never said how. Medda breaks into her thoughts,

"Do you need to run through it?" She asks and Smarts shakes her head.

"No, I'll be alright," Smarts replies and Medda says that practice is finished for the day. Smarts puts her instrument away and goes toward the dressing rooms to get ready for the show. Just as she turns a corner, she runs into something. Or rather someone. Smarts reels back into the wall and comes face to face with the same boy who saved her from the Delancey Brothers just an hour or two ago.

"What are you doing here?" Are the first things out of the boy's mouth and Smarts tries to form a comprehensible sentence. Earlier, she hadn't gotten a really good look at him. Now Smarts can see that this boy is cute. Really cute. His messy dark curls contained by his newsboy cap and his blue shirt matching the color of his bright blue eyes. Smarts could see some muscle under his shirt too. This boy was very cute. She feels herself blush when she notices him staring right back. However, she quickly recovers and uses her smart mouth.

"Helping out. What are you doing here?" She asks and the boy stares a little bit longer before responding.

"I am here visiting Medda with Jack Kelly. My name is David Jacobs, but Jack and the Newsies call me Davey," Davey responds.

"Davey, I like that," Smarts responds, "The name's Smarts. Nice to meet you, Davey."

"It's nice to meet you too," Davey responds and Smarts continues on her way to the dressing rooms. Medda is already holding a gorgeous dress for her to try on.

"Try it and tell me what you think. We wouldn't want to short change David from how good you can look now can we?" Medda says and Smarts rolls her eyes.

"Medda, you know we just met and..." Smarts reasons, but Medda clucks her tongue.

"But, nothing. I saw the way he looked at you and don't get me started on the way you looked at him, my dear. I was about ready to ask when the wedding was," Medda says as she rifles through her closet looking for something else for Smarts to try on. Smarts slips behind the changing curtain and changes into the dress. When she steps out, Medda gasps at the dress. "You look absolutely gorgeous!" Medda exclaims as she wraps her arms around Smarts. "You know he and the Newsies are coming to the show tonight?"

"Thank you, and no I didn't know," Smarts says and she slips back into her street clothes behind the changing curtain. Medda begins to iron the dress and quickly hangs it up on the back of the door. Once she has finished tending to the dress, Medda does Smart's makeup. Before she knows it, Smarts is sitting in the pit of the orchestra and is playing the opening number for the vaudeville show. The show flies by and soon, Smarts is standing backstage mentally preparing herself to perform the solo that she has most recently learned. Medda soon comes back to her and whispers,

"You're on!" Smarts walks out onto the stage with her music stand in hand.  She places her bow gently atop the strings of her violin and slowly begins to play the first notes of her solo. Her bow dances across the violin playing all the notes perfectly with grace and when she finishes the last note, the whole theatre bursts into applause. Smarts takes a bow and hurries off to the dressing room. She quickly changes out of the dress and scrubs her face clean of the makeup that was on her face. Smarts pushes through the crowd in the lobby, trying to get out and trying to get back to Brooklyn. Suddenly, a hand grabs her wrist. Smarts whirls around and sees Davey standing with a group of other boys. Spot is standing among them.

"Smarts! You didn't tell me you were going to be here for the show," Davey says and Smarts sighs.

"Didn't tell you much of anything now did I?" She says and Davey looks down and realizes that he has been holding her wrist this whole time. He hesitantly lets go and Smarts feels a slight sadness when he lets go.

"No, guess you didn't," Davey responds and he is about to ask another question when Smarts slips away into the crowd. Brooklyn awaits her and she does not want to keep it waiting.

Some Time Later... (I would say close to six months)

Smarts stands up to play another violin solo. Her fingers shake nervously and she can see him standing in the crowd. Davey Jacobs is watching her every move very intently. She stumbles through the solo that evening. Smarts has been running around with the Brooklyn boys more than usual lately which has contributed to her exhaustion. When she wasn't selling papers or doing something in Brooklyn, she was practicing or performing at Irving Hall. Her life is very busy all of the time now. When Smarts sees Davey stand up at the end of the song, she feels her knees begin to buckle. Smarts hurries back into the dressing room and changes back into her clothes. The same routine that follows performance consumes her mind. She hasn't seen Davey in six months. Why on Earth would he show up now? Smarts hurries back to Brooklyn and she thinks she has made it most of the way, until she hears footsteps. She tosses a glance behind her and takes a couple of different alleys that will put her closer to the bridge. Smarts strolls over the bridge and makes it over to the docks where the Brooklyn Newsies are usually doing whatever it is they do. She sits down on a crate high above the ocean, staring out and thinking about what she just saw. Suddenly, a pair of footsteps thud onto the dock.

"Didn't you know you lived in Brooklyn, Smarts. Any other secrets you want to keep from me?" Davey asks, clearly sore about the fact that Smarts has been hiding things from him.

"Maybe you shouldn't worry about it if it isn't your business," Smarts replies turning to face him. The two step closer to the edge of the dock. Spot, Pokes and a few other of the Brooklyn boys stand there and watch the two get closer and closer to the edge of the dock and to each other.

"Why can't I care about you, Smarts? I just want to get to know you!" Davey protests and Smarts gets up in his face.

"Girls have secrets, okay? You can't just push them to tell you!" Smarts protests and the two lock eyes. Pokes silently jumps down to the dock where Davey and Smarts are standing, a devious grin spread across his face.

"I don't want to know your secrets. I just want to get to know you," Davey says and that's when Pokes decides to live up to his name. He nudges both Smarts and Davey towards the edge of the dock. Both Smarts and Davey lose their balance. Davey tries to grab Smarts to keep her balanced, but the two of them simply topple into the inky black waters below. When the two of them emerge from the water, Davey is still holding Smarts.

"Oh, Smarts. I'm so sorry, I..." Davey tries to apologize, but Smarts shuts him up with a kiss. Their lips melt away and Davey smiles into the kiss.

"Don't be," Smarts says and tries to pull her away, but Davey pulls her right back into the kiss. It is a long time before either of them lets go.

AN:/AbbyReads03, I hope I did Smarts justice. This story is full of lots of little hints, so I apologize if it was hard to follow, but I really enjoyed Smarts. She is a fun person and I hope you use her. Now, my OCs are Pokes, Paddles and Hank. We may or may not seem more of them. I don't know yet. I kind of like Hank, so he may become a canon character across my books. AbbyReads03, what did you think? Feel free to tell me anything and everything that you thought of it. For the rest of you who would like imagines, I am still doing them! I would be pleased to write one for you! Just get in contact with me somehow and I would love to write one for you. I am officially on Spring Break as I write this, so more updates will definitely be headed your way soon!! I love reading comments on my stuff, so feel free to comment. Thank you for reading, voting, commenting and doing whatever it is you do! Stay tuned and see you around, friends!