Little Moments: Like Mother, Like Daughter

Chapter 1: Young Hearts Run Free

A/N: So as many of you probably already figured out from the title, this is Charlotte's spin off story from Little Moments. Nathan and Haley's little girl is all grown up, or getting there, and one hot June day is the beginning of it all. If you haven't read Little Moments, don't worry, you don't have to. It will just give an upper hand on what's in store for the characters but it's not something that is necessary. All information you need will be in this, but if you want to read more about the couple and characters I'll be posting which correlating chapter goes with this story's chapter at the bottom.

Sorry for those of you who thought this was going to be published last Sunday. Among other things I spontaneously extended my vacation causing the stir in my posting schedule. I'll try to be more consistent...really. I do apologize!


She was a North Carolina girl. A North Carolina girl who grew up in the small town of Tree Hill just outside of Wilmington. Charlotte Scott was smart, she was beautiful, she was thoughtful, and she was gracious.

It was hard not to be those things when her mother was Haley James Scott. Charlotte and her mom were nearly one in the same. Their big brown eyes could be read like a book and their selflessness was unlike any other, but Charlotte had gotten a few things from her father too. Nathan had passed down his charm, his smirk, that natural athletic ability his wife just didn't seem to have, and even Charlotte's brother, Jamie, gave her a few things. He was wise beyond his years and always had been. Their relationship was really something. Somehow she'd been the one to get him through tough moments and he'd been the same with her. Their seven year age difference didn't hinder anything one bit and if anything, it actually helped. They were both so similar but at the same time different, and in many respects it was what made them so close. But aside from all that, Nathan, Haley, and Jamie Scott were more than just important, they were family.

At twenty two, two weeks away from her twenty third birthday, Charlotte was about to spend her second summer at home. It had been just over a year since she'd graduated from Brown University and she was still trying to find herself. With a major in education, specializing in human development, Charlotte spent the last school year substituting at New Hanover High School but that was probably going to change soon. She'd gotten an interview at Tree Hill High scheduled for next week and hoped that the job would be hers. It was where she went to high school, where her whole family went to school, and her mom even had a brief stint teaching there. All in all, it was where she wanted to be, where she needed to be.

A year ago when Charlotte had come home from Rhode Island, she found herself back in North Carolina and it just so happened that her best friend and cousin, Sawyer Scott, was in need of a roommate. Sawyer was a year older and had gone to Berklee College of Music up in Boston to get a degree in music business which really wasn't surprising. Music was one of Sawyer's passions and with her mother heading up Red Bedroom Records, Sawyer always knew that she wanted to do the same. And so, since she never wanted it handed to her, she went up to Massachusetts and got a degree that would show how committed she was to the family business. Then after all that, she'd bought a little bitty house in Tree Hill and the summer Charlotte came home, Sawyer had all but kicked her other roommate out so her cousin could move in.

So there it began. A hilarious twosome trying to make it on there own, and while it was fun it was also a challenge. The two girls were opposites but complimented each other as well. Charlotte was a morning person and Sawyer...wasn't. Charlotte was a very organized, very neat person, and Sawyer...wasn't. She lost her car keys the moments she'd set them down. Charlotte was short, and Sawyer was tall, brown eyed versus blue, brown hair versus blonde, but through those differences were the things that brought them together. But today was one of those days where their differences really played out.

Charlotte was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and navy running shorts. Her sun glasses were in her hand and she walked from her bedroom to Sawyer's and her fist pounded on the door. "Sawyer? You better be up! We've got to be downtown in twenty minutes."

The elder Scott peeked her lids open and rolled her eyes. Still wrapped up in her covers, Sawyer was not ready at all. "Why do you do this to me? You know I'm not a morning person."

Charlotte laughed and rested her forehead against Sawyer's bedroom door, "Because it's for a good cause and I know you want to see all those shirtless guys." It was true. There were going to be lots of them. The United States Coast Guard backed the annual 5K Diligence Dash every summer and it just so happened that Charlotte volunteered not only herself, but Sawyer as well to help out with the festivities. But while it may have seemed not so fun, there was a plus side. There would be lots of ripped Coasties running through the streets, many shirtless, and glistening with sweat. That alone was enough to get anyone out of bed.

A smile crept out of Sawyer's mouth, "Give me five minutes." She kicked her covers off her feet and quickly changed into the white volunteer t-shirt that matched Charlotte's and some black shorts. Her tangled blonde hair was sticking out in a few places and she quickly threw it up in a pony tail. Walking out of her bedroom, Sawyer smiled facetiously at Charlotte, "Thanks for the wake-up call."

Charlotte took a sip of her orange juice and nodded, "I knew you'd like that."

Laughing as she walked to the fridge, Sawyer got out the bowl of grapes, "We're taking my car by the way."

"What? Wait a minute." Charlotte shook her head, "Mine's fine."

"I know it's fine, but mine's better. It's a convertible." Sawyer popped a grape in her mouth and saw that her friend was trying to say something in return. She shook her head and turned to her brown eyed cousin, "Charlotte, you really don't have an argument."

Sighing heavily, Charlotte conceded. She didn't have a stellar argument but Sawyer's car didn't even have airbags. That whole side of the family was into old cars and Charlotte had never understood the obsession. "Should we get helmets to wear while we ride?" She'd never been particularly fond of old cars, they weren't safe. She liked tight seat belts and airbags that exploded from the dash and the side curtain of the car.

Sawyer looked out to the street and saw her pride and joy ready and waiting. It was a 1966 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia and the sea blue paint glistened in the sunlight. It wasn't her mom's Comet or her dad's old Mustang, but it was pretty cool. It was a four speed with tan interior, a matching canvas top, and a newly redone stereo system, how could you not like it?

"You know you love it." Sawyer nodded her head, "But I mean, if you want to get a helmet you're more than welcome to."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and laughed, "Whatever, are you ready?"

"I've been ready for a while now, just waiting on you." Sawyer's snarky tone was just like her mother's and Charlotte couldn't help but laugh again.

"Alright, let's go."

The girls walked out of their small home and while Sawyer headed to the car, Charlotte locked the front door. As she made her way to the car, she heard the engine roar to life and that the stereo was blaring Elvis Costello's "Pump it Up". Charlotte laughed to herself as she opened the passenger side door. Anyone and everyone was going to know that they'd be rolling through since the music was so loud.

Sawyer took a sip of her orange juice to-go and pulled off the curb and the engine popped as she shifted gears. The girls were in for a busy morning and Charlotte was in for a lot more. Not only would she be handing out race packets, she'd be caught up by something else, or rather, someone else.


He was a North Carolina guy. A North Carolina guy who grew up on the little barrier island, Kill Devil Hills, that helps make up the Outer Banks. Graham McFarland was smart, he was handsome, he was kind, and he spent his days trying help people.

That last part about him trying to help people was a natural instinct. Being that he was in the United States Coast Guard, Graham had this way that portrayed him as noble. He'd always been that way though. Even as a teenager he'd been a lifeguard who kept a watchful eye on vacationers who he treated like family.

His own parents and siblings would joke that the ocean was like another family member, that the sand Graham would trape in from the beach should have it's own spot at the dinner table, and that the white zinc oxide that covered his nose was more like a birth mark rather than everyday sunscreen. Even with his aquatic antics, his parents, Mitchell and Anne, were incredibly proud of their son, and so was his older sister, Lane, and his younger brother, Crawford. The guy they knew, they guy they loved was someone who made a difference, or at least tried to.

Graham had lived in four different places already in his young lifetime. He spent his childhood in Kill Devil Hills, his collegiate career in Connecticut, then more recently he was stationed in Mobile, and then Tree Hill. After transferring from Mobile, Alabama, Graham had now been in Tree Hill for almost five months. Things in the small coastal town were still new but lucky for him, his best friend, Ben, had transferred with him. They'd done nearly everything together. They both graduated from the United States Coast Guard Academy the same year, trained together, and struck up a friendship that was as close as brothers. After graduation, Ben was assigned to be stationed in Mobile and Graham went to train for rescue swimming in Elizabeth City, North Carolina, but once he completed the program Graham was sent to Mobile where the two friends met back up. They were both only in the Alabama port city for a short time before they were assigned their new station: Tree Hill.

At twenty six years old, Graham McFarland found himself in a relatively new city, but he was doing something he loved. There was nothing better than being close to the water, feeling the sand on his feet, or watching that sun rise from behind the dark waters of the Atlantic, and Tree Hill gave him all of that. Sandwiched between the Cape Fear and the tides of the ocean, the small town was an ideal place for him to be. But, like every new place, there were challenges. In particular some annual 5K called the Diligence Dash the Coast Guard threw.

It wouldn't have been so bad had he known about it, had he prepared for it, but he didn't. Graham had only overheard one of his commanding officers mention it in passing and then he found out that all Coast Guard personnel, body willing and able, were supposed to run. That was only two weeks ago, not near enough time to prepare for such a daunting task. It could have been worse though, it wasn't like Graham was in bad shape. Actually, he was in impeccable shape. He was strong, he was athletic, he was a rescue swimmer for crying out loud. He could swim for miles but running was something else. He hated running. He'd rather be kicking his feet in the water than pounding them on the pavement.

As he made his way through the crowds of people, Graham saw a group of his buddies and that Ben was in the middle of them. It wasn't until Graham got a little closer that he saw why his best friend was the center of attention.

"What happened to you?" Graham pointed at the giant wet spot on Ben's shirt.

Holding out his hands, Ben shook his head, "It was Trevor's fault."

Smiling and nodding to himself, Trevor looked proud. "Yeah, it was."

Ben rolled his eyes, "Well, this asshole over here whistled at these girls that were stopped at the stop sign, and the driver threw her orange juice at us, at me! And I didn't have anything to do with it!"

Graham could tell that Ben was halfway mad, and halfway amused at the situation. He was about to say something when Trevor shrugged, "But you should of seen them. God, they were fine."

Graham couldn't help but laugh, "Oh yeah?" He looked at Ben and laughed again, "Too bad she didn't throw her number your way with that juice of hers."

"Shut up." Ben wasn't fond of Graham's humor. "I've got to go find a new shirt. This one is going to start to stink if I run in it."

Trevor raised his eyebrows, "Then you'll really attract the ladies."

Ben let out an exacerbated, 'ugh' and pushed through the guys to find a new shirt somewhere.

Graham started walking behind his friend, "Hey, wait up." Once he was walking step for step with Ben, he used his thumb to point behind him, "I've got a shirt in my car you can have."

Ben stopped walking and sighed, "Thanks man."

"Yeah, sure."

Looking down at his watch, Ben then glanced to the registration lines, "You should probably head over and get your stuff. We've got to be on the starting line in like fifteen minutes and those lines look long."

Graham turned his head and saw the lines. He nodded and the two friends went their separate ways. Graham walked toward the registration booth and saw that he needed to be in the first line, A-M. He didn't know it then, but that line would turn out to be more than the place to get a registration packet. It would turn into the the first time he saw her, the first time he spoke to her, the moment he'd realize that he'd never seen someone so beautiful. On that day, in that line, Graham would never be so thankful that his last name fit between A-M.


Charlotte and Sawyer had been handing out registration packets for the last forty minutes and people just kept on coming. Men and women of all ages and sizes crammed through the lines and with only fifteen or so minutes to go, Charlotte was worried that she wouldn't see him.

The him, she was thinking about was her father. Every year for as long as she could remember Nathan had been running in the Diligence Dash and she at least wanted to see him before he took off. Took off may have not been the right word choice because Nathan was pushing fifty but he still had it in him. He was a natural competitor there was never a race he didn't think he could win.

Charlotte turned her attention to Sawyer when she heard a very unattractive growl come from Sawyer's stomach.

"Next." Sawyer smiled up at the man in front of her and handed him his packet and she could feel Charlotte's eyes on her. The blonde haired Scott looked to the brunette one. "What? I didn't eat much and you know what happened to my orange juice."

Laughing, Charlotte shook her head, "That could have been avoided if you hadn't thrown it at those guys."

"No, that was bound to happen. They were asking for it."

Charlotte shrugged, "I think they were trying to compliment us."

"Whatever." Sawyer wasn't really the kind to be all for adoration and goo-goo eyes, or for that matter, a whistle or two when she drove by. Someone she'd be interested in would have a lot more intellect to do anything like that.

"And you know, I don't think you even hit the guy who was being so obnoxious."

Sawyer felt a little bad when Charlotte said that. Once she'd thrown her orange juice out of the car she never looked back. "Okay, well I don't have the best aim, but I'm sure it wasn't that big of a deal."

Charlotte handed the person in front of her their packet and looked at Sawyer with wide eyes. She started laughing and tried to stop but couldn't. It hadn't been anything Sawyer said but the image of Sawyer drilling that poor guy with her orange juice was hysterical. Charlotte's laughter was contagious and Sawyer couldn't help but laugh too.

It wasn't until a familiar voice spoke up that broke the girls laughter. The man looked down and raised his brow, "Are you girls giving people a hard time?" Nathan teased Charlotte and Sawyer as he made it to the front of the line.

Charlotte looked up and saw the familiar blue eyes that belonged to her father, "Dad, hey. I was wondering when we'd see you."

"Hey Uncle Nathan." Sawyer smiled and began to look for Nathan's number as he and Charlotte talked.

"Well I got held up talking with your mom and Aunt Brooke."

Laughing, Sawyer handed Nathan his number before Charlotte even responded, "Gee, you're lucky you even got away."

Nathan looked at his niece, took his registration packet from her, and laughed, "I know. Thanks." He tore off the back of his number and stuck it to his shirt. "Is it straight?"

Both girls nodded. Charlotte handed the person she was assisting their papers and looked up to her father. "Good luck Dad."

Nathan nodded to his daughter, "Thanks Char." He walked off toward the starting line and the girls helped the next people.

"Next please." Charlotte had her head down and was waiting for the name.

"McFarland. Graham."

Charlotte turned to the M's and found the registration. She handed it over to the young guy and when she looked up brown met green. He looked familiar but she knew she'd never met him before, "Hi." She noticed his gray t-shirt with USCG printed on the front, the way his light brown hair was just a shade lighter than her own, and that he was probably around six feet.

He didn't say anything at first as he was captivated by the girl in front of him. "Hey." Charlotte passed him the registration and was about to say 'next' but he spoke up, "So I've never done this before. What is all this stuff?"

Charlotte looked up and took the packet back from him. She opened it up and took out his number and smirked, "Well." She glanced down at the name and then back to him, "Graham McFarland. This is your registration number. You peel it off..." She began to strip off the paper and looked back to him, "...and stick it on..." She stood up and placed the adhesive paper to his shirt. As she patted the material down she felt the his toned stomach beneath the t-shirt, "...just like that."

He ran his hands over the numbers and smiled, "Thanks." He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to walk away from this brown eyed beauty. "I'm Graham by the way."

Charlotte sat back down and bit her bottom lip. She knew that already, he'd already told her his name so she could find his registration. Charlotte looked up to Graham and smiled, " I'm Charlotte."

"Well thank you for you're help, Charlotte." He smiled at her and as much as he wanted to continue to talk to this girl he knew there were others in line, so he simply turned and walked away.

Sawyer turned to her cousin and gawked, "Whoa, who was that and where can I find one?"

"I don't know? He just. He just got his registration." Charlotte was slightly blushing and tried to look down in order to hide it.

"Well, whoever he is, he's all kinds of adorable." The more lighthearted, fun loving, kind spirited Sawyer shone through.

Charlotte nodded, "Yeah, he was...nice." She didn't quite know how to describe him. As she turned her head in the direction of the starting line she saw the guy she'd just met stretching. She scanned the crowd and saw her father and waved. Nathan waved back and when he looked away she found her self looking for Graham. She didn't know why, they had only just met, if you could even call it that, but something about that guy had her heart racing.


When rumbles of applause echoed down the streets, an event coordinator gathered all of the volunteers and gave them new assignments. With a new duty at hand, Charlotte and Sawyer moved from the registration table and were now helping haul bright orange coolers towards the finish line. At least they were on wheels, but that wasn't helping with Sawyer's less than pleasant attitude. She had behaved herself, no more throwing drinks on strangers, but that was until she felt her stomach grumble with hunger pangs calling for sustenance.

Charlotte had just finished moving her third cooler when she saw Sawyer standing a few feet away with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Looks like we're done." Sawyer pulled her keys from her pocket and smiled, "I'm thinking Mexican?"

"Sawyer, we have to hand out drinks to the runners."

"Why? Is it really that hard to open a cooler and stick your hand in some ice to pull out a little bottle that will quench your thirst?"

Charlotte smirked as she watched Sawyer demonstrate, but she felt the need to stick up for the hundreds of strangers who were bound to cross the finish line at any moment.

"They're probably really tired, they just ran like three miles."

Sawyer did what she does best and rolled her blue eyes as she let out a groan of defeat. "Ugh, fine. But when we're done with all of this crap, it's you and me, a couple tacos, some cheese dip, and a few margaritas."

"Sawyer, it's ten in the morning. Margaritas?"

"Well, by the time we're done here it will be past noon." Sawyer smiled, "Okay, maybe not, but we can get sopapillas! Come on Char, live a little."

"Alright, alright. " Charlotte nodded then turned towards the finish.

The announcer had come over the loud speaker and was calling the end of the race much like that of the Kentucky Derby. Why someone would equate these runners to horses Charlotte didn't understand, but it was fairly entertaining.

With a crack of the speakers, an animated and enthusiastic voice resonated through the humid morning air. "Rounding the final corner, it looks like it's none other than last years winner, Lieutenant Commander Perry Tillman. Everyone get on your feet."

Applause and cheering broke from the spectators and that's when Charlotte knew things were about to get a little crazy. The drink station was sure to get bombarded with exhausted runners and she needed to stay focused. However, she found herself watching the runners cross the checkered line and a certain someone caught her eye. It was her dad.

She had seen her father cross the line and Charlotte was so proud of him when she saw that he'd made the top twenty. He sure had the fight of an athlete in his prime, and now almost twenty years after his glory days, Nathan still had it in him. From a distance she saw her mom congratulate her dad and in every instance she saw them like that, when she saw the way he looked at her, or the way she looked at him, it made her own heart fill with joy. Her parents had been through it all. The good, the bad, the whatever else, and still managed to be more in love with each other than they had in the beginning. It seemed almost unrealistic for Charlotte to wish she'd find a love like that.

Hearing the crunch of hands forced into ice, Charlotte turned around and began pulling Lemon-Lime and Orange Gatorade from the coolers. She handed out more than she could count and was placing a couple yellow bottles on the table when she heard someone ask a question.

"Do you have anymore orange ones?"

Not turning around, Charlotte dug through her cooler without any luck. She hollered over to Sawyer who had a couple oranges and caught one after a quick toss.

"Here." As Charlotte turned to give the runner his drink she smiled, "Oh."

He cracked the seal and smirked. "Oh?"

Charlotte felt a surge of heat rush to her cheeks. "Hi."

"Hey Charlotte." Graham pushed the little bottle to his lips and took a sip of his drink.

Charlotte felt her cheeks roast hotter when she realized that he'd remembered her name. "Nice race." Charlotte turned her back to Graham to get out another Gatorade for an incoming runner and silently cursed herself for saying, 'nice race.' How lame.

Graham smiled, "Thanks." He looked at the girl in front of him then towards the finish line, "So how'd I do for my first go at this?

Charlotte tilted her head and glanced back to the group of top twenty, "Not bad."

He looked at the group of top twenty and then back to Charlotte. "You know, I let some of those old guys pass me."

She laughed glad he had a sense of humor. "Really?"

He shook his head, "No." Graham laughed and looked at the medal contenders "I just hope when I'm their age I've still got it."

Charlotte had the feeling that Graham wouldn't have a problem keeping up with those blazing forty somethings when he hit that age.

Before Charlotte told him that he would, Graham pointed over at Perry. "That guy is a mad house, basically ran circles around me."

Laughing, Charlotte shook her head, "Nah, he's just been doing this a lot. I think he's won the last three of four, or something like that."

Graham took a deep breath and ran his hands over his stomach, "So I take it, this isn't your first time here?"

"No. I've been at this thing for the last twenty three years." Charlotte let out an embarrassed laugh, "My dad always runs and normally my brother does too."

"But you don't run?" Graham hoped that he didn't seem like he was prying. He was only curious.

"I did it a few times in high school but it was always more fun to be on the sidelines, cheering everyone on, or helping out." Charlotte bit her lip, "I think it's great that the Coast Guard puts this on."

Graham loved the sincerity in her voice. He looked behind him to the cutter tied up and then back to Charlotte, "So have you ever been on it?"

"On what?" Charlotte raised her brow.

"The Diligence." He pointed to the boat.

She nodded, "Actually I have. It was a field trip. Fourth grade I think? My class went aboard and we got a mini history lesson."

"I guess that messes up my plan then."

"Your plan?"

He nodded and a cute grin spread across his face, "Yeah. Seeing as that's my company's boat, I thought I might take you out on it." Charlotte could feel the heat return to her cheeks and Graham shrugged, "But since you've already had the tour, I guess that's a no go."

Charlotte noticed that it looked like he was turning to walk away so she spoke up, "Well if you don't want to take me on the boat, you could take me to dinner."

Graham laughed as he tossed his Gatorade bottle in the trash, "Well you've just messed up my plan B."

Furrowing her brow, Charlotte shook her head. She didn't know what he meant.

"You see." He took a step closer to her as he walked back from the trash can. "I was going to ask you out but you kind of beat me to the punch." He looked around and laughed. "We've known each other for what, a grand total of six minutes?" His grin returned as he inched back towards the table. "Am I that predictable?"

Charlotte, flustered with his charm, shook her head. "No, I uh...I just thought that maybe we, that you and I..."

Leaning on the table Graham smirked. "How about seven, that restaurant?" He pointed to the building halfway down the River Walk with green awnings. "Does that sound alright?"

"Yeah,'s great." Charlotte smiled and saw a Sharpie on the table in front of her. She tore off her volunteer badge and scribbled down her name and number. She handed it to him and sighed. "Just in case."

He took the piece of paper in his hand and read the dark words. "I'll see you tonight, Charlotte Scott."

Charlotte watched him walk away and then she felt a hard nudge. "What the hell was that?"

She turned to see Sawyer grinning ear to ear with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She didn't have an answer, "Huh?"

"Since when do you stutter," Sawyer arched a brow. "And did I hear that correctly, you're gonna go out with him, tonight?"

"Yeah, no." Charlotte shook her head. "I don't stutter! But yes, I'm going to dinner with him."

Sawyer placed her hands on Charlotte's shoulders and smiled. "Where's my cousin and what have you done with her?" She gave the small brunette a couple violent shakes. "The Charlotte Scott I know wouldn't jump into something like this."

"It's just dinner."

Sawyer rolled her eyes. "Just dinner, puh-lease."

In between a laugh and a comeback, Charlotte sighed, "He seems really nice."

"They all seem really nice."

Charlotte knew that Sawyer had just gotten out of an unfortunate relationship, "I know, but just because your last boyfriend was a douche doesn't mean Graham will be. I know I just met him, I know that I don't know him. I know that..." Charlotte understood that Sawyer was just looking out for her. "But I'll never find out if I don't get to know him."

Sawyer took a deep breath, "Yeah."

Charlotte walked over to Sawyer and wrapped an arm around her waist, "So you know this means, that tonight you're helping me get ready."

Smiling, Sawyer nodded, "Yeah, but don't think this gets you out of us going to Mexican."

Charlotte laughed and shook her head, "I don't think I could deprive you of that."

Together the girls laughed, and as the race was winding down they were told that they were free to go. Sawyer looked to Charlotte wide eyed and nearly sprinted off to her car. As Charlotte walked slowly behind Sawyer she looked back to the crowd of people and took a deep breath. One of them, one of them was him, somewhere in that sea of people was the guy she was going to dinner with. Charlotte didn't know exactly why but there was something about Graham McFarland that made her nervous and excited. When she got to Sawyer's car, Charlotte sat in the passenger seat thinking about dinner instead of lunch. While Sawyer had her mind on guacamole, Charlotte couldn't stop thinking about Graham.

The car sped out of the parking lot behind Clothes over Bro's and in the side view mirror Charlotte watched as downtown Tree Hill started to fade away. In all the years she'd been going to The Diligence Dash, this day had to be the most memorable. But the day was still young and there was still plenty to do. Feeling her stomach twist in nervous knots, Charlotte knew that seven o'clock couldn't come fast enough.


There you go guys, that was chapter 1. The next one will pick up with their first date and then things will continue to progress from there. I know some of you Little Moments readers want to see a scenario when Graham goes missing while on a mission or something and as always, I try to please my readers, so it will be featured at some point in time. This story will be a series of chronological one-shots so you'll get to see the progression of their relationship. The beginning, middle, and (maybe) the end. If any of you have request or want to see them do something in particular let me know.

This chapter directly correlates with chapter 25, An Officer and a Gentleman of Little Moments so if any of you want to do read that...go ahead.

Review please! I'd love some feedback. Your reviews really encourage me to continue!