Why HELLO there! This is my first story I've ever written on Fanfiction, besides my little poem-ish sort of oneshot that you can read cough.do it.cough
What?
So, I hope you enjoy this, there'll be more chapters, a lot more. I will definitely try to update every chance I get. Hey, it's the summer, I tend to sleep a lot now haha.
Of course, I own nothing except my characters, I guess.
Watch out, there might be…fine…there WILL be swearing, touching people in naughty places, and violence.
Yay! -giggles- Oh look, a balloon! -chases after balloon-

I always wanted to be in the army. I'm not sure what it was but something about it just made me all…fuzzy inside. I know, I know. That's a horrible and weird sort of way to describe how I felt, but on that day, the day I finally proved to that asshole that girls do kick ass, and they can kick it even harder in the airborne, well it does get a bit hard to explain.
I'll try my best though.
Well, lets start from the beginning, shall we?

I peered out of the hospital tent to see a few hundred men standing outside waiting for their vaccinations and check ups. 'Oh crap…' I whispered to myself. 'Alright ladies, lets do this,' called out Genevieve Dumont in her very thick French accent. She was my only best friend here and was pretty much the only person that I really knew. Her and I were two of the eight nurses stationed in the little hospital.

Men started pouring in and all of us nurses got to work. I had my back turned when the first soldier sat down on the small stool that I had sitting next to my table with my medical tools organized neatly on it. As I was getting the shot ready I could feel the soldier stare at it.

'Oh, I hate needles,' grumbled the soldier. 'Don't worry, I'll be gentle,' I chuckled while I turned around, 'You'll only feel- Oh my God. Guarnere?!' 'Alex? What are you doing here?' 'Well, its pretty self-explanatory, now isn't it, Bill,' I laughed, as I pointed to my red cross band that was around my left arm, 'You joined the army?'

'Why yes I did, I'm in Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 101st Airborne Division, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment.' Bill said proudly.

I smiled, I always knew him as the brave type of guy who would stand up for anybody, even the 'unpopular' tiny kids who would get picked on the second some jerk sees them…someone like me.

My name is Alexandria Lucia Campanelli and I was born and raised in South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. My next door neighbor was William Guarnere, who liked to be called Bill.

Our friendship all started out on a nice sunny day. I was innocently skipping down the street with my most prized possession, my soft fuzzy teddy bear who I named Leonard.

My dark brown hair was bouncing along with me while my hazel eyes were closed shut both from the glare of the sun and from the huge grin on my face while I hummed a random song. But of course, this happy little scene had to come to a stop.

Why?

Two words.

Two horrible words that I hated from that day on. Not words actually. A name. Theodore Murphy. It seemed like this stupid 10 year-old brat hated seeing a cute and quiet 5 year-old girl enjoy her weekend. With my eyes still shut, I kept skipping along, not noticing the danger that I was skipping myself into.

I started to wonder why things were getting darker, as if I was walking into some shade. But there aren't any trees on this side of the road, I thought to myself.

BAM!

I hit something really hard. So hard, that it knocked me off my feet and sent my precious Leonard flying through the air. With my butt and my ego already bruised, I could feel my eyes starting to water. I opened my eyes to look for Leonard but all they landed upon was a pair of old brown dress shoes.

My eyes traveled up to the owner of the shoes to see a blond-haired kid with dark beady eyes. He was dressed in black shorts with gray knee length socks, a white blouse and a black bowtie. It wasn't what he was wearing that made me wide-eyed, it was what he was holding in his right hand. Leonard.

MY LEONARD.

'Give him back,' I whimpered. 'Oh, is this what you want?' Theodore said menacingly. I could only nod my head. 'Hm, I think I might want to ''dust'' him off before I give him back to you,' he said with the same menacing tone as before. 'Oh, lookit this! His arm is dirty! I don't think you'll want to play with a bear that has a dirty arm!'

RIIIIP.

Even at 5-years old, I felt that the world had stopped. That evil, evil boy had ripped my poor teddy's arm off. I let out a scream I was sure the whole neighborhood must have heard. With tears streaming down my face, I watched as Leonard's cotton fell slowly to the ground along with his right arm.

I watched helplessly as Theodore went for his left arm. 'Whoa, it looks like your teddy is really messy. I guess the other arm has to go too!'

As Theodore went to grab his arm, something pushed him roughly onto the ground. I gasped and looked up to see who had come to save me. I didn't really know him that well, but I knew his name was Will Guarnere, he was my next door neighbor and his parents and my parents usually invited each other to dinner. 'Leave her alone,' he snarled.

'Oh, what are you gonna do to me, huh? You think you can beat me up?' questioned Murphy, while he stumbled to get up. He had a cut on his knee and was covered in dirt. Will just stared daggers at him. 'Didn't think so,' chortled Theodore and in a split second he lunged at Will. I could only sit there and gasp in surprise.

WHAM! 'Uggh!' Theodore dropped to the ground again. Will had punched him on the side of his face, where a huge red mark was already beginning to form. All he could do was stare at me then at Will then back at me. 'I'm-I'm gonna tell on you!' Theodore cried out as he quickly got up and ran home.

Will looked down at me. I could only stare back, with my mouth wide-open. A 7 year-old had just kicked a 10 year-old's ass right in front of me! Will's eyes traveled down to the ground where Leonard, his arm and his cotton were strewn around. He knelt down and picked all of the pieces up.

'Here,' he said gently. I slowly took Leonard from his hands and began whimpering. 'No, no! Don't worry, its going to be okay, I'll help you fix him.' I looked right into his deep brown eyes.

He gave me a soothing smile. 'I sorta know how to sew, I use to watch my mom patch my clothes back together.' I smiled slightly and walked to his house with him. 'Hold on, I'll go get everything.' I sat down on his porch and just stared at my teddy.

Not long after that, Will came out with a spool of thread and a needle, took Leonard, stuffed his cotton back in his body and sewed his arm back on. 'Its not perfect, but it still works,' said Will as he wiggled the arm around, 'here you go.'

'Thank you,' I said gratefully. Will just smiled, showing a few small holes where his baby teeth used to be.

'The name's William Guarnere, but you can call me Bill.' 'Alexa Campanelli,' I replied. The rest of the day we talked, just about anything, random things mostly. And that was the day I became friends with the man who was now sitting in front of me.

'Oh gosh, Bill, I can't believe its you!' I said excitedly as I embraced him in a tight hug. He hugged me back and chuckled. 'Ahem.' We both turned to see the other soldiers waiting for their shots. 'Oh sorry,' I quickly apologized, 'Alright Bill, it'll be nothing, just hold your breath,' I heard him inhale. 'Is it done?' he asked. 'Yeah, you big baby,' I said as I playfully patted him on the head. 'Okay Bill, I'll talk to ya later, alright?' 'Okay, see ya,' he said has he waved good-bye.

The line of soldiers seemed to go pretty quick. They were all very sweet men, I remember most of their names. There was Malarkey, Liebgott, Toye, Perconte, a pretty funny man named Luz, Muck, and a rather adorable one named Walter Gordon. As I cleaned up my station, Genevieve came over.

'Do you know how many times I was hit on?' I chuckled, 'I can only guess.' Genevieve had luscious blonde hair and silver eyes. She was about the same height as me, 5'5, with a petite frame. 'Alright, lets go,' I said after I finished up. We were going to go out for some lunch at a small café not too far from here. As we left the tent, we saw Easy Company dressed in their P.T. uniforms.

Bill and the others that I met up with today all waved. I smiled and waved back. 'Oh well then, I think someone else has more dates then I do,' she giggled. I lightly elbowed her in the ribs and laughed. As the men started to run towards the path that led them up to the big hill they always ran on, I couldn't help but think of running with them, to show what I could do. I was knocked out of my daydream when Genevieve poked my arm. I turned to her.

'What?' I asked. 'Look!' She said excitedly. As the rest of the men focused on their breathing and running, one was not. I remembered him. He was the adorable one and rather quiet too. Walter Gordon.

He was trying to keep up with the rest of the men while he had his head turned and looking straight at me. He sent me a playful wink. I got all wide-eyed and couldn't help but look down and blush. I looked up again and sent a small wave back at him.

He grinned and went to go catch up with everyone else. I bit my lip as I watched him run away. 'Oh, what are you looking at, hmm? Does he have a nice butt?' Genevieve said in her French accent. I stopped and stared at her and just burst out laughing.

I couldn't help it, that girl can say things in a pretty funny way. But in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but agree with her. He has a very nice butt, hon, a very nice butt I thought to myself as we kept walking with a huge smile plastered on my face.

Authors Note:Well, I hope you enjoyed it! More to come, probably by the end of this week? Please, leave me your thoughts and comments, thank you!