Little Moments: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Chapter 2: First Time for Everything
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to OTH. Mark and co. get all the praise!
A/N: Sorry for the wait guys. But I'm back in town, ready to get work on my stories. Thanks to those of you who reviewed. You're words are inspiring and help propel me to write more chapters. Thank you also to those of you who favorited and or alerted this. Considering this is a complete spin off of Little Moments...with mainly new characters it means a lot that I've got such good support! Check the bottom for replies to those reviewers I couldn't respond to. I hope you like the chapter!
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Charlotte got out of the shower and wiped away the condensation that fogged up the mirror. Her brown hair was dripping wet and it hung past her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it to push it behind her ears. "How should I do my hair?" She was talking out loud to herself wondering what she was going to do with her brown locks that night.
"Up in a bun." Sawyer yelled through the bathroom door. Charlotte didn't realize, or had forgotten, but the walls were really thin. If Charlotte wanted to talk to herself so Sawyer couldn't hear her she'd need to whisper.
Opening up the bathroom door, Charlotte stuck her head out, "If I wanted your advice I would have asked." She rolled her eyes and shut the door. This time in a quiet whisper she ran the choices through her mind. "I wore it up today so maybe I should wear it down tonight? He's already seen me with my hair up. I'll do that. I'll wear it down and if it get's hot I'll throw it up in a bun." Charlotte nodded to herself and walked out of the bathroom to her room.
She threw on some clothes and opened up her closet. She knew where they were going so Charlotte had an idea about what she wanted to wear, now she only had to narrow it down. She pulled out a the gray summer tank with green straps and then reached for a pair of blue jean shorts. It may not have seemed very dressy by description, but coming from Clothes Over Bro's they sure had style.
The phone on her dresser buzzed and she walked over to it. Charlotte smiled when she read Graham's text. Thanks. I'll be there just before seven.
Before she'd gotten in the shower he'd texted her asking for her address since he never really made it clear if they were supposed to meet at the restaurant or not. But now all was clear and he would be picking her up in the next half hour.
Sawyer leaned on Charlotte's door frame, "So?" She noticed that Charlotte wasn't wearing her hair up. "Going against my worldly hair advice?"
Charlotte looked up and shrugged, "I just figured I might as well wear it down and if it get's sticky or hot I'll put it up."
The older blonde Scott nodded then looked at the outfit Charlotte picked out. "Classy but casual. You know Aunt Brooke should pay you for wearing her clothes twenty four seven."
"I do not." Charlotte turned to Sawyer and shook her head.
Sawyer raised her brow and laughed, "Oh yes you do. I bet ninety percent of your closet is filled with Clothes Over Bro's stuff and the rest of it is old. Like that old Brown sweatshirt with holes, those jeans you've had since high school with the broken belt loop..."
"Okay, so yeah, I have some old stuff and a lot of Aunt Brooke's stuff." Charlotte looked at her closet and noted that she did have a plethora of Clothes Over Bro's goods. She couldn't help it though. While she was in high school and during her summers home from college she worked there. Brooke basically handed clothes to her. "But that's better than the dingy old band t-shirts you wear. I swear all you're stuff came from your mom."
Sawyer looked down and admired her David Bowie tee. "Hey wait a second, this is cool. Vintage. Just give me a vest, skinny jeans, and boots and I'll be all the rage."
Rolling her eyes, Charlotte laughed, "Oh whatever." She looked at her clothes then to her cousin. "So do you like what I picked out or not?"
"I like it just fine. You didn't need my blessing." Sawyer gave Charlotte a sneaky looking grin and walked back out to the living room.
Under her breath Charlotte huffed sarcastically, "Bitch."
"I heard that whore!"
Charlotte's face dropped, "I am not!"
Sawyer was just saying it to rile Charlotte up. Charlotte Scott was in no way, shape, form, or fashion, a whore. Not at all.
Looking in the mirror, Charlotte shook her head. She took a look at the clock and realized that time was flying by. She needed to get dressed soon or Charlotte would be making Graham wait. Pulling her top over her head, she straightened it out then fastened her shorts. Then she applied her mascara and just a tiny bit of blush to give her face a little color.
Once all that was done she walked to the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth. It was just in case. Charlotte eyed the Listerine but didn't take a swing. While she looked at herself in the mirror she realized that she'd forgotten earrings. Charlotte walked back to the bedroom and saw Sawyer lying on her bed.
"I think I'm more antsy than you."
Charlotte laughed and slid her right earring into place, "Why's that?"
"Cause first dates are exciting, and I know I'm not the one going, but I want all the details when you get back. You'll be my like my personal prime time soap."
"What? I highly doubt it will be a drama filled evening." Charlotte gave Sawyer a funny look.
"I don't know Charlotte. Jamie and Liza's first date was filled with problems and look at them now." Sawyer raised her eyebrows and looked at her cousin.
Charlotte knew her brother's story. She knew all about he and Liza. As much as she'd love to have as good a story as them she wasn't getting her hopes up."Don't compare this to theirs. I highly doubt this will turn into some epic story. You might want to find re-runs of Days of Our Lives or As the World Turns tonight to get your soap fix."
Falling back into Charlotte's pillow's, Sawyer shrugged, "You never know."
Charlotte was confused now, "Wait? I thought you were against this at first. Now you're all for it? Hoping for some good details when I get back?"
"I guess. Pretty much." Sawyer looked out the window and then to Charlotte. "So what kind of car does he drive. You know, the car they drive says a lot about a guy."
She had no idea what kind of car Graham had, "Uh, I don't know. I never saw his car."
"Oh, too bad. I could have told you if he was a keeper or not." Sawyer saw a car pull up to the house and sat up. "Hey, looks like he's here."
"What?" Charlotte hurriedly checked her purse, her pockets, grabbed her phone, and made sure she had everything.
Sawyer nodded, "Yeah. White Chevy Tahoe."
"And what does that mean?" Charlotte glanced out the window and saw Graham walking to the door.
Sawyer smiled and looked at Charlotte, "He's a good guy."
Charlotte was halfway expecting more analytical interpretation of her date's car. "That's it?"
Nodding, Sawyer got up, "Yep." She put her hands on Charlotte's shoulder. "Go. Have a good time. Drink a little. Flirt a lot. And if he kisses you...kiss him back." Sawyer smiled and winked at her younger cousin. They both heard the knock on the front door and Sawyer drug Charlotte out of her room. "Be home before one."
Laughing, Charlotte nodded, "Okay, Mom." Normally Sawyer called Charlotte that, but this time the situation was reversed. She turned to the front door and before she opened it she took a deep breath. Graham had been nothing but nice earlier and she found herself getting excited. She loved the restaurant and she loved Tree Hill at night. It had a certain romantic aura, and Charlotte already knew she was physically attracted to Graham. But it already seemed more than just that. He was good looking but that wasn't all she found interesting about him. She'd just have to wait to see if her hunch was right after the date though. Draw her own conclusions about Graham McFarland when it was over.
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Graham pulled up to the small house and liked the way it looked. He could tell girls lived there. A cute wooden welcome sign hung from the door and the Silver Volvo parked in the driveway was more of a girls car than a guys car. He walked toward the front door and when he saw the small note that said the doorbell was broken he wondered if that was Charlotte's handwriting or a roommate's. Balling his fist up, Graham knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
Charlotte was behind the door and took a deep breath as she opened it. "Hi." Her brown eyes locked with his green orbs and she smiled.
"Hey." He swallowed and threw a smile her way. She looked great.
Shutting the door behind her, Charlotte stepped out onto the front porch and noticed that he looked even more handsome in a polo and khakis than his running t-shirt and shorts. The white color from his shirt made him look even more tan than he probably was and it softened his emerald green eyes to a lighter shade.
"Ready?" Graham hadn't meant to say it but he was so flustered by her presence that he couldn't help it. Of course she was ready. Charlotte had come out of the house, purse in hand. Yes she was ready.
She laughed and nodded, "I am." Remembering the part where Sawyer told her to flirt a lot she gave it a go. Smiling, she raised her brow, "Are you?"
"I'm getting there." Instantly, Graham's eyes rolled at his own comment. 'I'm getting there.' What a dumb thing to say. She probably thought he was an idiot.
Charlotte liked the fact that he wasn't lying just to impress her. She started walking toward the car and Graham had to pick up his pace to catch up. "Here, let me get that." He opened the car door and watched as she sat down in the passenger seat. While he walked around the hood, Charlotte found herself halfway disappointed. The door didn't stick. She shook hear head as if to tell her to stop trying to compare herself with Jamie. That it was okay he'd already found that person he was spending his life with and that she was still looking.
She watched as Graham got into the car and saw him grimace. "Sore from today?"
He nodded, "Yeah." He looked down embarrassed, "I think I should have trained a little more". Pulling onto the street, Graham turned in the direction of downtown Tree Hill and as they drove that way he looked at Charlotte. "So I've never been to the restaurant before. Do you know if it's any good?"
Charlotte nodded. It was a favorite of her family's, especially her parents. "It's great."
Relieved that he wasn't taking her to somewhere she absolutely hated he sighed. "That's good. I was afraid I was taking you to some awful place. It looked crowded at lunch so I thought it had to be good."
"You thought right." Charlotte smirked and looked at Graham, "I've heard the prime rib is excellent."
"Oh yeah?" Graham raised his brow and nodded. He liked prime rib.
Smiling, Charlotte thought about her father's favorite entree from the restaurant. "Yeah."
He wondered if it was a good thing that she had the upper hand since she'd been to the restaurant before. Charlotte was going to know all the good things to get. Graham stopped at a stop sigh and laughed, "You know, I'm still getting used to that." He pointed to the horse and buggy going past them.
Charlotte smiled, "Have you been on one yet?"
"No. I had a bad experience when my family went to New York, so I try and stay away from them."
Interested in what he meant about bad experience, Charlotte pressed him further. "Bad experience?"
Graham accelerated and nodded, "Let's just say that I was too close to the wrong end of the horse." He was trying to be as vague as possible. They were going to dinner after all. He didn't want to say too much and spoil her apatite. He looked at her and grimaced, "It was bad."
Charlotte was pretty sure she knew what he was referring to. Covering her mouth she laughed, "That stinks."
Graham laughed out loud at Charlotte's word choice. "Nice pun."
"Oh, ha, I wasn't even thinking..." Charlotte shook her head that she'd said that. She didn't mean to make a play on words.
He looked over to her and smiled. She was laughing at herself and he thought it was cute. They continued to talk and laugh until they got to the parking lot of the restaurant. Just as they were walking to the entrance, Charlotte's phone started to ring and she knew immediately who it was.
"Sorry. I gotta take this. I'll just be a second."
Graham understood and told her that he'd see if their reservation was ready. He walked inside and gave the hostess his name and was told that it would be a few minutes, that the reservation list was behind so it might be a ten minute wait. He nodded and headed back outside. When he opened the door he overheard part of Charlotte's phone conversation.
"I know bud, but I'll see you tomorrow..."
Curious, Graham thought she might have a kid. She looked young to be a mom but if she was he wouldn't hold it against her. He loved kids.
Charlotte had her back to Graham so she didn't know he was behind her. "Yep, your grandfather did run well. I bet your dad would have beat him though."
Graham could hear what sounded like a little boy's voice on the phone and quietly walked a few feet away. He didn't have any right to listen to her conversation. That was her business. If she wanted to share it with him she would.
Graham went back inside and figured he'd wait in there. As he watched some of the other customers walk in and out of the restaurant he kept thinking about Charlotte and what little he'd noticed in the car. But what he thought was little turned out to be a lot. They way she'd bit her bottom lip, how she tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, the way her brown eyes seemed to change colors with the intensity of her laugh, and how her kind persona overshadowed it all. Graham knew she was beautiful but it wasn't just that. He knew Charlotte Scott was a good person.
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Charlotte had been on the phone for about seven minutes and she was trying to wrap things up. "Alright. I miss you too buddy." Her heart broke when the little boy spoke into the phone. She hated that her number one guy, well number one little guy, missed her so much. "I'll see you later, Bennet." Charlotte felt herself nod and spoke one last time into the phone, "Bye."
Charlotte tucked her phone away and walked inside the restaurant. She saw Graham leaning on the wall and he smiled her, "Hey, sorry about that. That was my nephew. We have this deal that we talk on the phone certain nights of the week at certain times and I forgot all about it." She paused for a second and shrugged, "I couldn't let him down. We've got a nice consecutive call streak going."
Graham's eyes widened and he laughed. He thought it was actually a really sweet thing to do. "I bet he's a cool kid." Hearing that Charlotte did that with her nephew made him wish he was a better uncle. Maybe he'd call his niece and nephew tomorrow.
Charlotte smiled and nodded, "Yeah. He uh... Well, my brother normally runs in the Diligence Dash but his wife is about to have their new baby any minute, so he canceled on the run and Bennet, my nephew, was pretty bummed about it."
"Early congratulations on becoming an aunt again."
She turned to him and saw that he was genuinely happy for her. He seemed like the type who probably liked kids. "Thanks. I'm excited. I think it's gonna be a girl but they're waiting to find out."
Graham understood what she was talking about. His sister had done the same thing with her two. Checking his watch, Graham looked down, "And speaking of waiting. It shouldn't be too much longer. They said that they were a little behind so..."
She shrugged and waved it off, "That's okay. I don't mind waiting. You're pretty good company."
Smiling, Graham was proud that she'd said that. He smiled, "If you..."
"Miss Scott?" A man dressed nicely approached Charlotte and cut Graham off. He looked to be in his fifties with gray hair and a booming voice.
Charlotte turned her head and smiled, "Mr. Weatherly, how are you?"
The man smiled and then furrowed his brow, "I'm quite pleasant but please tell me you're not waiting on a table?"
"Yes sir." She looked to Graham and gently placed her hand on his arm, "We..."
"Nonsense. You know you don't have to wait." He tapped a waiter and whispered in his ear. "Come along. I'll take you two to a table."
Graham had no idea who this Mr. Weatherly man was, but apparently he had some sort of authority over the waiters and staff if he was making sure to get Charlotte Scott and her date a table.
Instinctively, Charlotte locked her arm in Graham's and looked back, "I'll explain in a second." He simply nodded and followed Charlotte who was following old man Weatherly.
The older gentleman led the pair outside and smiled, "I know how you like to sit outside, Charlotte."
"Thank you."
Mr. Weatherly turned his attention to Graham, "Take care of this one, young man."
"Yes sir, I will." Graham felt like he was meeting Charlotte's dad. Maybe that was her dad. He didn't know, but he was polite and thanked him for the table. He looked out across the water and smirked, "So that was interesting."
"Yeah, about that." Charlotte looked down and fiddled with the napkin she splayed across her lap. "That was William Weatherly. He owns the place."
Graham nodded, "And he's...you're uncle?"
Charlotte laughed and shook her head, "No. This restaurant is kind of an important place for my parents and well..." She was just going to have to lay it out there. Maybe he wouldn't have any interest that her parents were famous. "Well, you see. This is the place my parents always come to and everyone kind of treats them like celebrities." She felt a little embarrassed by her next statement, "Myself included."
"Oh like local celebrities? Is you're dad like a morning news anchor or something?"
The sheer image of Nathan Scott as a news anchor made Charlotte laugh out loud. "No, he's not." She took a deep breath. "This is going to seem like a lot but...are you a basketball fan?"
"Yeah I am. I never was a good player but my brother and I were big Bobcats fans when we were younger."
Charlotte took an even deeper breath. His reaction was about to say a lot about their potential relationship. "Do you remember a player named Nathan Scott?"
He sure did. Nathan Scott was, or probably still is, the holder for most assists in a single season in Bobcats' history. Graham slowly started to put the pieces together. They got preferential treatment at the restaurant, her last name was Scott, and her first name was Charlotte. Nathan Scott played for the Charlotte Bobcats. He realized just who she was. "You're...you're his daughter?"
Slowly nodding, Charlotte smiled, "I am."
"Wow." That's all he said. He didn't freak and want Nathan's autograph. He didn't get up and run like some of the boys she'd dated before, he just stayed as ordinary as ever.
Charlotte could instantly tell that while he was impressed it hadn't changed his demeanor too terribly much. The initial shock had been minimal compared to what she was expecting. "And there's more." She looked to him and nodded, "My mom. Hal..."
"Haley James Scott. I remember now." Graham was from North Carolina so he knew who they were. He realized that he was having dinner with a former NBA great and an award winning singer/songwriter's daughter.
No one had ever known or realized that her father was married to Haley so it was starling to Charlotte that he knew. He must be from North Carolina. "I'm guessing you're from here."
"Yeah, North Carolina. I spent the first eighteen years of my life up on the Outer Banks. Those barrier islands northeast." Graham had comprehended the fact that Charlotte was basically famous in her own right and realized that no matter who her parents were, she was still just a girl. A girl he wanted to get to know.
Charlotte smiled when she realized he was from the Outer Banks, "Yeah, I've been before."
"Really? Where did you stay?" It was like the last three minutes of their conversation hadn't even happened. When he looked at her he didn't see the family fortune she was probably worth but warm brown eyes that he could get lost in.
"Uh. Well I was about four when we went but I think it was Nags Head."
Graham smiled, "That's on the same island where I grew up, just a few mile posts south." He took a sip of his water. "It's a great place. I love it."
Charlotte wished she remembered more about the trip but that was a long time ago, "I don't remember much. I do know that mom, dad, and my brother all took rides on a biplane. We've got pictures."
"Aw man, you gotta go back. Cape Hatteras is something else. You can drive on the beach and it's like you're on a whole different world. The water and the sand. I've never been anywhere like it."
Intrigued by the Cape Hatteras place, Charlotte nodded, "I guess I'll have to make a trip of it one of these days."
If it hadn't been their first date, Graham would have asked her right then and there to go with him sometime but that would have be a little much, way too soon. They hadn't even gotten to the appetizers and he was already thinking about taking her to see the sunset up there. Instead of going with his initial thoughts he simply nodded, "One of these days."
They way he looked at her when he said that made her stomach flip. A stomach flip that crushed the butterflies that were already floating around to begin with. She'd never felt so strongly about someone so soon. "Yeah."
His emerald green eyes were peaceful and calm and her brow eyes were warm and kind. Neither of them realized that the conversation had died down but it didn't matter. They didn't need waves of chit-chat. Charlotte was perfectly comfortable sitting with Graham watching the Cape Fear roll along the shore and he felt the same. There was an ease he felt while he was with her and he was hoping it would last the rest of the night.
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Graham held open the door of the restaurant and he and Charlotte walked side by side toward the car. But the sounds of the Cape Fear caught his attention and he reached for her hand, "Come here."
She nodded, slipped her hand in his and followed his lead. Her shoes clapped against the wooden dock and she had a pretty good idea where he was taking her. Her eyes followed the water and then they landed on the white vessel. "So how'd you decide to do it, be in the Coast Guard?"
He turned to her as they walked and shrugged, "I don't know. You know how little kids say they want to grow up and become firefighters or policemen or something?" Charlotte nodded so he continued. "I think I always wanted to do it. There was no decision to be made. I'd see the white and orange plane fly over the beach at home and I knew that's what I wanted to do." He wasn't sure that was getting to the point so he cut to the chase. "I wanted to help people. I'm a really good swimmer and I figured I might as well use it to my advantage, to other people's advantage."
Charlotte imagined him being some maritime hero, "Don't you ever get scared?"
Graham thought about it, and while jumping out of helicopters scared most, he loved it. He'd plunge into that deep dark ocean and sometimes he had the chance to save a life. He shook his head and smiled, "No. I think the adrenaline kicks in and you forget about what could happen, what might happen. The only thing that goes through your mind is that there is someone or something in the water that needs help, and I'm that guy, the one jumping in to save them. Or trying to." He paused for a minute because not every mission was successful, they couldn't be. As much as he tired to avoid it, not everyone made it home.
She could tell in his voice that he was passionate about what he did. Charlotte couldn't lie to herself though, it scared her to death. A part of her wished he was a banker or accountant. The one thing in life that scared her the most was losing someone close to her. Her mom, dad, brother...and even though she'd just met him, Charlotte couldn't image losing Graham. "What about you're parents? What do they think?"
"They're proud of me." Graham had always been grateful that his family had been behind his decision to go the academy. "I know my mom worries sometimes. Hurricanes really freak her out but they know I'll be okay." Charlotte admired Graham's mom's courage. They'd walked up to the Diligence and Graham smirked, "Want to get aboard?"
"Sure."
He helped her step onto the boat and he walked toward the officer on duty. It was a buddy of his so it wasn't a problem. Graham told him that they were just going to look around and wouldn't be a burden. The guy nodded and Graham started to give Charlotte a little tour.
It had been a while since Charlotte had been on the boat. It was field trip, sometime around fourth grade and it seemed a lot smaller now than she'd remember. Turning to Graham she arched her brow, "What about this? Do you ever go out on this thing?"
He nodded, "Occasionally. Sometimes after a rescue mission they'll send me down here so I can get my bearings."
They walked to the captain's room and he pulled out a life jacket, "But don't worry. These things are unsinkable. We've got these orange suits too. It's all really safe."
Charlotte pointed toward the front, "Can we go out on the bow, topside?"
He was impressed with her nautical jargon. Graham smiled and arched his brow, "I see you know you're boating terms."
"Yeah." Embarrassed a little by her knowledge she nodded, "My dad got a boat a few years back and I helped him study for his vessel license. I got mine too so I know a thing or two."
"Really?" He looked at her and was impressed. "I never would have pegged you for a sailor."
Shaking her head Charlotte laughed, "No, not a sailor. I don't know anything about sailboats, but my dad's big twenty eight foot outboard I can handle."
"I'll have to teach you then." The fact that Charlotte Scott knew about boats had him smiling.
Charlotte looked up, "Yeah, I think you will."
They walked out on the bow and watched the sun fall behind the horizon. Graham could have stayed out there all night. The breeze along the water picked up and it felt like the temperature dropped ten degrees. Charlotte was leaning on the rail and she felt Graham leaned into her. He felt her shivers and bent down to her ear. "Wanna head back?"
The breeze had become pretty chilly so she nodded, "That's fine."
She turned around to face him and they were inches apart. His green eyes had tiny specs of gold and Charlotte could see a small scar on his chin. Graham inhaled deeply as she bit her bottom lip. He was stalling but the cold wind against his back made him smile, "I think I'm blocking some of the breeze."
Charlotte nodded, "Mmm-huh." His tall, well built frame was definitely helping shade her from it.
He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "Thanks for coming out here with me."
Looking up into his eyes she shyly smiled, "Yeah."
Then Charlotte felt his lips on hers and for a minute she was happy that she was leaning against the railing of the boat. Otherwise she probably would have fallen over. Her knees felt weak and she was pretty sure that her arms clutching to rail were what was keeping her up right.
Her lips were soft and warm and Graham hadn't expected to kiss her, but he couldn't help it. But all the while he realized that when he kissed her, she kissed him back.
He smiled when they parted because he saw a cute blush creep over her cheeks, "Hey."
Charlotte looked to him and could feel the fire in her cheeks, "Hi."
If someone asked Charlotte Scott if she'd ever kiss a boy on the first date she'd say no. Absolutely not. But she just did. Graham kissed her and not only did she let him, she kissed him right back. Maybe it was Sawyer's words that were spinning in her head, but either way she started to feel something for that Coast Guard boy that she'd never felt before.
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Graham pulled up to the house and got out to walk Charlotte to the door. They stayed quiet and when they approached the door she turned to him.
"I had a really nice time."
He nodded, "Me too."
Leaning down her placed a sweet kiss on her cheek, "Night, Charlotte."
"Goodnight, Graham." She saw him smile once more and then he walked off of the porch. Opening the front door she slowly walked in and then leaned back on the door and rested her head against the wall.
Sawyer walked from the kitchen and widened her eyes, "Whoa? What happened to you?"
Charlotte smiled and laughed, "You were right."
"Right about what?"
Charlotte plopped her purse down on the kitchen counter, "Right about guys and white Chevy Tahoes. Graham's a really good guy."
Sawyer smiled at herself. She knew she was right. It was a gift she had. Sawyer took a moment to pat herself on the back then realized Charlotte was still in a daze. "Did you kiss him? You kissed him, didn't you? You totally did!"
"Yeah, we were on the boat."
"Charlotte and the Coastie sitting on a boat. K. I. S. S. I. N. G. First comes..."
The younger Scott shook her head, "Don't ruin it Saw."
"What? I'm just saying." Sawyer folded her arms and smirked, "So when do I get to meet him."
"I don't know. We were talking about how much we both liked the beach so maybe we'll go to the beach next weekend?"
"Will he bring his hot Coastie friends?"
Charlotte laughed, "Probably."
"I'm in. Sign me up. I'm in." Sawyer laughed and then her tone turned more serious. "You like him don't you?"
"I do." Charlotte couldn't hide the smile that crept out of her mouth. "I really do." She looked to Sawyer worried, "Is that bad? It's only the first date."
Sawyer waved it off, "Nah, I think it's cute."
"Yeah?"
"Totally. And besides, the guy wears a uniform. What more could you ask for?"
Charlotte leaned on the counter and wondered about Sawyer's rhetorical question. He was nice, he was charming, he was kind, he had a good heart, he wasn't bad to look at, and he seemed to think the same about her. As of right now, there really was nothing more she could ask for.
Charlotte Scott had met a boy named Graham McFarland and their story had just begun.
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There you go guys. That was the first date. What did you think? What's gonna happen next? I'd love to get some feedback so please let me know what you thought about the chapter or what you want to see next. I'll really appreciate it!
To those of you I couldn't respond back to:
Joan: I'm so happy you liked the first chapter. I hope you liked how their first date went.
BDavis: I'm so thrilled that you like Charlotte so much and I really hope you like how this story plays out. The Sawyer and Charlotte relationship is really important so expect a lot of them throughout. Thanks again for the support!
SJ: I more than likely will include some sort of tragedy in this story. What happens? I know, but I'll keep it a secret for now. Will there be character deaths? Yes. Will I make my readers cry? I don't know, maybe. Just know that the scenario you are looking for will (in some shape) come into the story and be a huge turning point.
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