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Anchors Aweigh my boys

Anchors Aweigh

Farewell to college joys

We sail at break of 'ay 'ay 'ay 'ay

O'er our last night ashore

Drink to the foam

Until we meet once more

Here's wishing you a happy voyage home!

USNA Fight Song

Midshipman 3/C McCarty (Emmett)

Bella Swan.

That girl was the last person I'd ever thought I'd see at Navy. The last time I'd seen her she was shaking when I told her that I was planning to come here; she was sixteen at the time

I guess it was because of the way we first met. I was thirteen and living in Norfolk, Virginia, when the attack on the U.S.S Cole happened.

My father was in charge of that ship.

At first, I was worried about my dad, but after hearing from him, I thought of the families of the sailors who passed. I wondered what I was going to encounter at the seventeen funerals that I knew I was going to be attending.

It was deep shit for a thirteen- year- old.

Every funeral felt the same to me. I didn't know the men and women who passed, yet I was expected to be sad. I was only there out of obligation to my father. However, something changed during the tenth funeral, the one for Seaman Nathan Swan.

It was raining in the small Washington town that my father dragged me to for another funeral. I didn't understand why he wanted me here when my mother was sitting at home alone. To me, it made more sense for me to be there.

But I didn't ask why- I knew better than to question him. When I did get the guts to question him, I was always given the same reply.

"Emmett, you'll understand why I make you do these things when you're older."

Therefore, I sucked it up and attended the funeral. I expected it to be the same as the earlier funerals. But it wasn't.

During the service, I noticed a little brunette sitting with the sailor's family. She wasn't crying, she was just sitting there looking confused. It was shocking to m. I was expecting tears from everyone else except my father and myself, but she wasn't crying.

I first met Bella Swan that day, when she pulled me aside as my father offered his condolences and thanking the family for their son's service.

"Why did your dad come home, when my brother didn't?" She looked up at me. I didn't know the answer, so I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"I don't know."

My father later introduced me to the family ,, and somehow Bella and I became friends, exchanging letters when I went back to Norfolk. When dad was transferred to NAS Whidbey, we were able to see each other in person, but that was cut short by my father's retirement. He was never quite the same after the attack. I believed he blamed himself for that attack.

I was seventeen when we left Washington. I had my life planned out already: attend the academy, become an officer in the Marines, hopefully, and serve at least twenty years.

At the time, Bella was my best friend. But when she brought up college and how she hoped that we'd be at the same school, I broke her again

"B, Unless you're planning on going to Navy, I doubt you'll be at the same school as me," I said bluntly.

She just looked at me, shaking, like she did every time anyone said anything about Nathan or the Navy. I couldn't stand it. It was heartbreaking. I got up and left, thinking I would never see Bella Swan again.

So to see Bella at the yard was a shock. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy. But to see her with Masen, It fucking pissed me off.

I quickly collected Masen and invited Bella and her friends to the game.

Therefore, I told Bella to meet up with me after the game. It was going to be the only time I escaped the yard this weekend. It gave us the chance to catch up, and it would give me the chance to chat up her very sexy blond friend. It was an entirely selfish reason. But damn, that girl had legs for days and curves that could kill. She seemed to have that "Don't mess with me" attitude that I could not resist. In addition, she looked like she wanted to beat the hell out of Masen, so that made her more captivating.

And I would put my money on her, if the two ever fought. She had that persona that she could kick anyone's ass, mine included.

Don't get me wrong-Masen was a hell of a wide receiver. The rumor around the academy was he had offers to play for Florida, Michigan, Texas, Southern Cal, and Ohio State, ,and the motherfucker turned them all down to come here. But as a person, he was a little standoffish and quick tempered. And when something set him off, it was almost impossible to get him to cool off quick. I'd had to hold him back a few times when someone late-hit him or, God forbid, committed pass interference against him. He just made the fuckers pay the next time they went up against him. Aside from those flaws, he was a great person and one of the few close friends I had here.

And I was one of the few people on the team that hadn't pissed him off this year, so Coach N always sent me to deal with him.

Though Coach N might have to send Ross for a few days. Masen looks pissed at me. Might as well make it worse.

"Masen, what the hell happened between you and Bella?" I asked, getting right to the point. By this point, we were halfway to the field house. If he was pissed at me, I quite possibly could have beaten him there and thus saved myself from his temper. It was a risk that I was willing to take. Coach N put the fear of God into that boy one day at practice, after he went off on Dobbs last year. He rarely showed his temper around him.

Surprisingly, he actually talked to me and told me what happened. It sounded just like Bells.

"Typical Bella. And Masen, I saw the way you were looking at her…" I waited for a reply or a sign that I needed to start running but none came. It was like he was caught up in a thought. I took that as a sign to break more bad news.

"I'm not going to tell you to stay away from her- that's the chief and Ryan's job. But Masen, if I remember right, Bella swore she'd never date a navy man."

"Care to explain why?" At least he responded this time. Of course, I knew why Bella wouldn't date a Navy man; she didn't want to be reminded of Nate at every turn. However, I couldn't tell him that. It was her story to tell.

"It's not my place to tell, Masen. She knows how military life works. Ii may not be for her. But I think Ryan brainwashed her. He went to West Point." It was a stroke of genius. Bella's older brother was Army and it was common knowledge that we had a rivalry of epic proportions.

I really hoped that he wouldn't catch on to the bullshit I'd just spewed.

"Well, fuck me," he mumbled so low, that I don't think I was supposed to hear it.

I just smiled.

"Come on, Masen. Let's go kick some demon deacon ass!" I all but yelled as we walked into the field house, joining the rest of our teammates.

"By the way, Masen, you can come out with me and those three lovely ladies tonight."

He smirked.

"You think we should text Whit and see if he'd like to go to?" he asked.

"Why the hell not? Just tell him to meet us by the field house after the game. "

Rosalie

Bella Swan was hiding something. No one just runs away from a building without having an explanation to why he or she is running.

Something had to give. She did not want to come to the Academy, ,and then she ran away from the chapel. It seemed like little Miss Bella was hiding a secret that involved this place.

As Alice and I chased after her, I remembered Bella's sad look as she walked towards the car this morning. She said she barely said hello to him before he had to go.

It sound like the calls that happen on shows relating to the military.

The answer just came to me with that last thought. Bella's brother was some sort of troop, and she didn't want to deal with anything military-_-related.

Telling Alice about my epiphany of sorts would have her siding with Bella. Even though I didn't know her that well, she just seemed to have that type of personality.

When we finally caught up to Bella, she was talking to a male Midshipman. He was shaking his head and his lips were pursed

I looked at Bella to see what was causing him to do that. She was wearing an Army shirt. Bella's brother was in the Army.

I looked at him, giving him a quick once over. He was hot, I'd give him that,, but he wasn't really my type. I looked over at Bella and she seemed more embarrassed than anything did. I had an inkling than this mid was more of her type.

Finally, I looked over at the pixie standing next to me. We shared a look of understanding, and then Alice quickly thanked the Midshipman, but stuttered at the end. She had no idea what his name was.

As he was about to give us his name, he was interrupted by what had to be the loudest person on the face of this earth. Somehow, Bella knew this hulk of a man.

"Emmett McCarty, is that you?" she asked. Seeing the look on her face, they had to have been close or something.

"Bella Swan? Is that really you? God, it's been at least four years," the giant said.

Emmett McCarty wasn't a bad looking boy. As I watched him talk to Bella and Masen, which happened to be the other midshipman's name, I could see the dimples on his cheeks and his grey eyes dancing. His uniform looked slightly disheveled, as if he had it off then quickly threw it back on. It suited him well, playing off his brownish-tblack hair. I couldn't make out his body underneath it. Therefore, I had nothing else to judge him on.

Emmett asked Bella if she was up to a football game. She hesitated while he looked at the three of us with pleading eyes.

"Of course we're up for a game," I answered hoping not to offend Alice or Bella. Emmett just smiled.

He quickly told Bella that the tickets under his last name and he expected her to meet up with him after the game. I hoped he knew that all three of us would be there. Bella just nodded and turned to face Alice and me as the two midshipmen walked away.

"Well, Fuck. I'm going to need to buy a new shirt when we get to the stadium. I can't be at a Navy football game with an Army shirt on." Bella huffed. She was slightly frustrated at this point.

"Bella, did you and Emmett date or something? Cause if that's the reason you didn't want to come here then I totally understand," Alice said. I could see it in her face. The girl wanted answers and she wanted five minutes ago.

"McCarty and I a couple? Hell no! Em was just my best friend in high school." She answered Alice quickly and sharply.

"Oh okay. Why do you have an Army shirt on?" Alice wanted more answers.

"You remember this morning when I told you about my brother calling? Well, my brother is Captain Ryan Swan of the United States Army. I stole this shirt last time he was home. I guess I was just missing him this morning. He's in Afghanistan," she answered quietly. The subject of her brother was hard. Anyone could see that it upset her a great deal. She turned her back to us to wipe away her tears

Nevertheless, she also just confirmed my suspicions. She did not want to be reminded of her brother. I used this chance to tell Alice something.

"Alice, don't bring up her brother. I have a feeling that's why she didn't want to come here," I hissed into her ear.

Just as I was standing up, Bella turned around, red-eyed.

"Let's head over to Navy-Marine," Bella said trying to divert attention from her eyes, "I need to buy a new shirt. You guys think they have a jersey with Em's number." She turned around and started walking the same way the boys went.

If I had known about her brother before, I wouldn't have pushed her to come here. It wasn't right to have her reminded of him, even if it wasn't the same branch.

The walk to the stadium was a quiet one. Bella quickly went up to will call and picked up the tickets. She seemed to be in a better mood now. It must have been the atmosphere surrounding the stadium.

Being an only child of an avid college football fan, I was dragged to my fair share of football games. It was something that I enjoyed. There was nothing like a Saturday afternoon with thousands of other people cheering the home team to victory. This was the one time that I embraced my inner boy.

"You guys ready to cheer on my best friend?" Bella asked as she handed out our tickets.

Alice nodded and I just smiled.

We quickly made our way over to the souvenir stand so Bella could replace her shirt. She had told us the story of running into Masen and how her sweatshirt was now covered in mud. I held in a laugh as she spoke. It just seemed so random. And by the looks she was getting, everyone here shared the same opinion of the army-it sucked.

"Do you have any jerseys with Emmett McCarty's number on them?" she asked the person at the counter. She was bright red as she asked. Bella was one to get embarrassed easily...

"No, I'm afraid I don't know his number so I couldn't tell you that, ,darling. However, 19 is a popular number. I don't who it is, but we sure sell a lot of them," the woman at the counter answered.

"I guess I'll take that one and a program," Bella replied.

The woman gave her the total. Bella quickly paid and took the items from the woman.

"I'm just going to go change real quick," Bella, told Alice and me, while she looked in the direction of the bathroom.

"Okay, let me hold your book bag and other stuff. You don't want to set that on the floor, "Alice answered.

Bella handed her stuff to Alice. I quickly grabbed the program to find the Navy roster.

"Alice, you'll never guess who wears number nineteen." I was in hysterics as I talked.

"Who?"

"Edward Masen, also known as the midshipman Bella ran into today. We're not going to tell her." I had a feeling that he was going to be coming along with Emmett after the game. I just had to keep the program away from Bella. I wanted it to be a surprise.

Bella came out of the bathroom a few seconds later. I quickly stuffed the program into her bag. We made our way to the seats that were given to us. I was pleasantly surprised at Thow good they were ten rows up from the field on the 45-yard line. Alice and Bella pulled out their cameras and used this opportunity to get more pictures for our project. They snapped pictures of the procession, the Navy team running out onto the field and just about everything else related to the game. I just sat back and enjoyed the game. I hadn't been to a football game since my parents' divorce three years ago. It was a long time overdue.

The game went all too quickly. Navy lost to Wake Forest by twenty points. However, after the game was when the real fun started.

I could not wait to see Bella's Face.

Bella

I was never into football. I put up with it for my brothers, Emmett, and my Dad. It gave me something to talk about with them. If it was not football, it was baseball, a sport that I detested.

However, using these tickets gave us an opportunity for some very interesting pictures for our project. I was so engrossed in my picture taking that I didn't realize the game was over. I never found out who wore number nineteen either. All I knew was that it wasn't Emmett and that the person who wore the number was fast.

I saw Alice and Rosalie stand up and start heading towards the stairs. I tried to stand up and join them. But I tripped on my bag, causing a back up behind me. I blushed, causing myself to turn into a human tomato. It was times like this my brothers would've been doubled over in laughter. Mom would've been yelling at them and Dad would've been shaking his head. I don't think I was spared any embarrassment when I was younger. You'd have thought having brothers that were eight and ten years older than I was, I would've, but no. .I had the brothers that thrived on embarrassing me. Looking back, it was just part of who they were. It was no sign of the men that they would become.

After picking myself up, I rejoined the girls as they left the stadium and headed towards the Midshipmen's locker room. A single blond midshipman waited outside the locker room. He looked down at his phone and then towards us.

He started walking towards us and I started to flip out. I didn't know him, ,and I didn't think that Alice or Rosalie did either.

He approached me first.

"Excuse me miss, are you Bella Swan? Emmett McCarty told me that you and your friends would be waiting out here for him," he spoke with a slight southern drawl.

"I'm Bella and this is I Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. And let me guess, Emmett told you to stand guard over us."

"Yes, ma'am, he did. By the way I'm Midshipman third class Jasper Whitlock; it's a pleasure to meet y'all."

I could have castrated Emmett. He had the over-protectiveness about him that drove me insane during high school. It scared off many potential boyfriends.

"It's a pleasure to meet you to Jasper. I've been wondering where you've been all my life," Alice told him.

Frankly, her statement was somewhat freaky; I would've run if I were he. But no, he just responded to her.

"I'm sorry for making you wait, , little darling."

It made me a little sick to my stomach. I looked over to Rosalie to see if she felt the same way. The look on her face confirmed it for me. She had the same "what the fuck" look I had to be sporting.

I just shrugged and went back to people watching.

"That's defiantly better than your Army t-shirt. I didn't know you knew who I was." A deep and oddly familiar voice whispered into my ear.

I turned around to see who it was. It was the midshipman I ran into eariler . He was number 19 on the football team.

I did it.. I couldn't stop myself... your favorite southern mid is up next.. along with Alice... I thrive on reviews ... K thanks .. bye