AN: Sorry I hadn't reviewed as quickly as other authors may have :), of course I'm not others authors, but... I had classes to catch up on, and exams that I had to pass with at least 73 percent, so I think they actually expected me to study... Anyways, no homework, I'm bored, I've decided to update... (man I'm boring aren't I?)

Thank You to the lovely reviewers! Anna (Glad it's easier to read. Look, I'm speeding it up, sort of), Stacey's Mom (Yup, Josh is HOTT!), and Pearl Harbor (I accept your apology-sniffle-... Okee, I told you I'm weird)

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Chapter 6

Charlotte sighed as she read over the letters Danny and Rafe had sent over the past few monthes. Most of them telling her how much fun they were having, 'Rubbing it in is what they're doing' Charlotte thought while sticking her chin out stubbornly. Sighing yet again she rested her forehead on the cool glass window.

Mr. McCawly sat by the warmth of the fire, humming along to a tune that only he could hear. Glancing around he waited until his wife was out of the room and safely in the kitchen before he made to light up another one of his pipes. He often wondered why she had detested of his many pipes, and when he asked her that, she replied in a biting tone that it made him look so old. He lit up a match while gazing at his beautiful teenaged daughter, waiting for her reaction.

Charlotte smiled when she heard her father strike his match, and watched his reflection in the window as he lit his tenth pipe of the day. 'Oh father, when will he ever learn.'

About a half an hour later Mrs. McCawly gracefully walked in to the living room to announce dinner. Her large sacchrine smile dropped immediately, and was replaced with a rather frightening frown. She stomped over to her husband, who sat still as a lump on a log, with a wide smirk that stretched across his face, displaying his many wrikles of age, acting as though nothing was wrong.

Charlotte sat up from her slouching position on the chair in front of the window, which had a wonderful view of the night sky, and the moon reflecting on the snow drifts. 'Ugh, this happens every night. I wish Rafe were here, we could use some of his humourous remarks that he thinks are so smart.' Standing up quickily, scattering the many letters that had been sitting as a well organized mess on her lap only a few seconds ago, and cut in to whatever her mother was about to screech at her father. 'Only six more monthes' she thought, before they had all made their way to the dining room.

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Earlier on in the school year Charlotte had become 'one of the girls' in the school now that she had started putting her hair the way the others did. A few of the guys had taken a liking to her, and she went to the 'Soda Shoppe' in town with a few of them, but none of them were able to keep her interested. Except for one, Robert Mantle, otherwise known as Bobby, who had just moved to town, he had a 'great sense of humour to go with a great smile' Charlotte had gushed over and over again to her friends.

Christmas had come and gone without any excitement happening within the McCawly household. Bobby had given Charlotte a beautiful necklace, and her father a pocket watch, and her mother a new hat that she had been gazing at every time she had passed the store window (Charlotte had told him what they had wanted, and Bobby was like a part of the McCawly family already, always over at the farm, helping out when he could... He was a very giving person... And to be the kind of giving person he was, he just had to be rich... Which he was.)

Bobby and Charlotte had a great relationship, the longest on Charlotte has had yet, they went dancing ("Bobby is such a great dancer" Charlotte has said, many times), they went to the movies, were able to have long conversations, and sit in a silence that was always comfortable. But one thing that many people had noticed and Charlotte had yet to admit, unless of course she hadn't noticed, was that Bobby held an uncanny resemblance to Danny, he had the same build, hair, sense of humour, and was just as smart in school.

One February evening, Bobby and Charlotte were out walking around a pond that was surrounded by many trees, Charlotte smiled at the memories of her childhood with Danny and Rafe, of the many times the went swimming in here, only to get in trouble for their clothing being soaking wet when they got home, of when they had climbed the trees that now loomed before her looking dark, and old, of when they used to just sit out here and star gaze in a comfortable silence. She snapped out of her, their, memories, at the feeling of a warm hand wrap around hers. Glancing up at her boyfriend of four and a half monthes, she smiled in to his warm brown eyes.

Charlotte allowed Bobby to lead her over to the edge of the pond and sit them both down. They sat, not speaking for a while, the only sound being the craking of the of trees as they moved in the wind, and their breathing that went as one. Bobby let out a sigh, breaking the silence, and turned to Charlotte.

"You love me right" Bobby asked while gazing in to her eyes.

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AN: Okee, I'm leaving it their, second day on second semester and already they gave us a huge load of homework! Oi, don't they know we have lives to live (That, did not, make sense...) Anyways I may not update very soon, as I said I have a life (which includes basketball, friends, family, and (UGH!) school...). So be aware of that fact. Oh yeah, and the spelling and grammar mistakes are all my fault, I'm too tired to check it over (my spell check thingy doesn't work, it's EVIL).

If you have actually read my entire story this far, GOOD for You! If you actually liked it a teeny bit...

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