If you have read mizzy-snoezy's "My hot captain" and "My Life As A Teenage Parent SQUEL." You'll know the character that appears in this chapter. Thanks mizzy-snoezy for letting me use him in my story.

It was a year after their father's death. Both of the two young chipmunks are working dead end jobs at a local fast-food restaurant. Until one day, a fateful day that would change both of their lives forever.

"Order up!" screamed May, Anthony's overweight manager.

"What are you doing Anthony!" she screamed. "Go work the cash register!"

Anthony reluctantly went to the counter and jumped up next to the cash register. It had been a tough day and the noon rush was finally settling down after a grueling two hours. The two chipmunks had moved to Detroit ever since they could no longer afford the apartment they used to live in. They now lived in a piece of shit apartment that always had something wrong with it. Anthony hated it but knew they couldn't get anything else with the crap salaries they were getting. Especial since they could barely pay the rent on that rundown shabby apartment that they owned now.

Anthony sighed as he said to himself, "Gah this fuckin' blows."

"You alright there boy?" asked a kind, generous voice in front of him.

Anthony looked up to see a chipmunk wearing a plaid shirt and a funny hat standing not two inches in front of him.

"Oh sorry sir, I didn't see you there. Please don't tell my manager I said that," Anthony apologized scratching the back of his head looking worriedly at the chipmunk in front of him.

"Don't worry about it, I won't," he said to Anthony looking into his ungodly light blue eyes. "Quite a set of eyes you got there," he complimented.

"Uh… thanks," Anthony said turning his eyes towards the stranger's feet.

"Why don't you take a break," the chipmunk said to Anthony, "I could use someone to talk to."

"Um… Okay sir, but…" Anthony tried to say but got cut off by the other chipmunk.

"No buts." He demanded, "Just come sit with me."

"Okay. May I'm taking break!" Anthony yelled turning to his manager who was sitting in the office at the back of the store.

"Alright, but not more than fifteen minutes!" She yelled back at Anthony who had already hopped of the counter to sit with the other chipmunk.

The other chipmunk sat down and motioned Anthony to sit next to him.

Anthony jumped beside him and looking into his eyes introduced himself to the chipmunk sitting next to him, "Hi, I'm Anthony."

The other chipmunk, now feeling a little uncomfortable at Anthony's freakishly light blue eyes that were peering into his own, distractedly said extending his paw, "Th-the name's Logan."

Anthony noticed his eyes were bothering the other chipmunk and turned his eyes to the paw Logan extend and said while shaking Logan's paw, "Nice to meet you Logan."

"How did you get those eyes of yours Anthony?" Logan asked trying not to be bothered by Anthony's eyes that wear again looking into his.

"My mother, she had the same eyes and they had the same effect on people." Anthony replied trying not to make eye contact because he could tell they were making Logan uncomfortable.

"Oh really, what was your mother like." Logan asked as he tried to avoid Anthony's eyes.

"I never really knew my mother. She died when I was not even two weeks old." Anthony answered looking down at the floor so he wouldn't disturb Logan with his gaze.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Logan said sympathetically.

"It's alright," Anthony said knowing what question he was going to ask next.

"What about your father?" Logan asked looking at Anthony whose eyes were beginning to tear up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Logan apologized again and looked down at his back paws.

Anthony began to remember the night that he and his brother got the news that their father was dead.

"He died when some sick perverted kid shot him for saving a girl that he and his demented buddies were trying to rape," Anthony said trying to hold back tears.

"He died a hero and I couldn't be more proud of him," Anthony stated as he failed at holding back his tears that were now rolling down his cheeks.

"I wish I could have been more like my father," he started tears still rolling down his face and on to the ground.

"But no!" he yelled basically crying now. "All I can manage is some fucking dead end job at some piece of shit fast-food joint in Detroit!"

Anthony felt an arm start to hold him as he began frantically crying. He looked up and saw that Logan was the one who was holding on to him.

"It's okay, I'm here for you," Logan said looking into Anthony's eyes.

"It's not too late to change you know. You're still young and full of life and energy." Logan began as he looked at Anthony who had stopped crying as hard as he was and looked at Logan listening to him.

"If you want to be more like your father Anthony then do so. No one's holding you back. Just put one foot in front of the other and go out into the world and make a difference. It doesn't matter, there's always someone out there who thinks you're a hero." Logan said still looking into Anthony's tear filled eyes.

"You think so?" Anthony asked through tears noticing that his eyes weren't bothering his now close friend as much any more.

"Yes, I know so," he said to Anthony who was no longer crying.

"Still bothered by the eyes?" asked Anthony chuckling looking at Logan starting to become uncomfortable again.

"Yeah, there hard to get used to," Logan laughed who then again tried to avoid Anthony's strangely light blue eye's.

"Anthony, it has been over fifteen minutes, get back to work!" yelled May who was standing at the register looking impatiently at Anthony.

Anthony looked at Logan then back at May and yelled, "Go fuck yourself May, I quit!"

Logan looked at Anthony with wide eyes and said, "Well it looks like the wheels of change are already in motion."

"Sorry about that and thanks for the advice Logan." Anthony said apologetically to Logan. Anthony was getting up when Logan stopped him.

"One second," Logan said writing something down. "If you ever need to get a hold of me here's where I live and my mailing address." Logan handed Anthony the piece of paper and let Anthony go.

"Thanks Logan, you make a pretty good friend. I'll keep in touch." Anthony said and jumped off they seat and left the restaurant.

Anthony open the door to their crappy apartment went in and slammed the door behind him. Tim jumped when he heard this and rushed to the door surprised to see his brother.

"I thought you had to work 'til eight," Timothy still shocked to see his brother at home.

"I quit," Anthony said looking at his brother's face that turned from surprised to worried.

"What!" Tim asked shocked. "How are we gonna pay the rent!"

"I'm gonna join the military Tim," Anthony calmly replied to see his brother become even more shocked.

"What, are you nuts!" Tim asked not knowing what was truly going to happen to them.

"No! I'm just so sick of this crap apartment and that fuckin' restaurant! I wanna go out and see the world and make a difference. Not sit here and wasted my life away working for that bitch May!" Anthony yelled as he walked towards his room to change into a grey shirt and his leather jacket.

"Well fine then, I'm coming with you Anthony!" Tim yelled surprised by the words that came out of his mouth.

Anthony turned and looked into his brother's light brown eyes, smiled and said, "I hoped you were gonna say that."

The next day, the two chipmunks went to the recruiter's office and joined the Marines. They had no idea what they were getting into as they head off to basic training the next week leaving there former lives behind them.