Summary: A little romancy/comedy plotless thing about Sawyer and Ana after their high school graduation. Has some PB&J, and some sweet moments from our favorite Captain of the LAPD.
Rating: PG13 to be safe
Warnings: None, really. Some minor language and minor romance. Oh, and some Charlie. He's kind of a warning all on his own.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING at all. Suing will get you nothing but a half chewed stick of Trident and some Chucks with scribbles on them. Some ideas were taken from Aimz, like the road trip, and Ana's speech was influenced by Imaginary Heroes. The betting idea came from some story I read somewhere. I don't remember what fandom it was, or who wrote it, or where I read it. If it's your idea, let me know and i'll give you credit.
Oh, and I took French in school. Absolutely ALL the spanish is from an online translation site, so I'm sorry for any errors.


The End.

Graduation. The single word every high school student dreams about from the first minute of freshman year. Seniors count down days, hours, minutes, and seconds until they're done.
Sawyer and Ana had counted since fourth grade.

The doors to Dharma High swung open, and a mass of kids exited in a giant mob. Many met with their parents, exchanging hugs, and kisses. Many people were exchanging final words. Boyfriends kissed their girlfriends. Boyfriends kissed their boyfriends. Girlfriends kissed their girlfriends. Friends hugged, laughed, and cried. They had all come to the same realization. This was it. It was all over.

Claire swung into Charlie's arms, placing a happy kiss on his cheek. Two spots of pink colored Charlie's cheeks, and he kissed back.
"So, Claire-bear. This is it, huh?" He mumbled into her hair. She nodded, fingers curling tighter behind his back.

"I'm kinda scared." Was the muffled murmur. "I almost don't know what to do with myself this summer."

Charlie grinned. "That's where I come in." He licked his lips, preparing to drop the bomb on her. "I'm about to come into a ton of money. Spend the summer with me. My older brother has a beach house...."

Claire's eyes narrowed. "Did you acquire this money legally?"

A pause.

"I acquired it honestly" He countered. "Alright!" He yelled to the general public. "We're about to get the results. All those who took bets get yer' arses over here!"

The normal graduation thrum lowered for a second, as many graduates made excuses to leave their families.

"Someone find 'em" A voice called. The crowd gathered around Charlie, as he pulled a teeny notebook from the folds of his hideous graduation robe.

"There they are!"

Sawyer and Ana burst out of the school, laughing the entire way. They had both shed their graduation robes long ago, and the cool air felt fantastic on their damp skin. They decided polyester was invented by cruel, cruel people. Nazis. Or math teachers, maybe.

Sawyers arm was slung around Ana, and he drew her close. They kissed deeply, eyes fluttering close. Ana cupped Sawyer's cheeks delicately, fingers pressed against his jaw. Sawyer smiled into Ana's mouth. They knew each other so well. They had been able to read each others body language for years.

Ana was more relaxed now than Sawyer had seen her for a long time.

The feeling swung both ways. Sawyer seemed to melt under Ana's touch....more than usual. She could feel the tension leave his body. He instantly became more languid. Less on edge.

Grinning widely, Ana snuck another quick kiss, grazing the corner of Sawyer's mouth. He kissed back, if only a second too late. The teen let out a burst of laughter, and Sawyer acted offended.

"Somethin' funny there, Muchacha?" He rumbled, lifting her onto his back. Ana instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her face into his soft, blond hair.

She kicked off her uncomfortable heels, leaving them in a pile on the street. "Damn shoes"

" 'Ey, love birds!" Charlie's thickly accented voice called. "As much as I love the whole sunshine lollipops jazz, can you get your bloody arses over here?"

Skillfully avoiding Ana's shoes, Sawyer trudged dutifully towards the shorter boy.

"Whass goin' on, Lenin?" He drawled. Ana muffled her snort of laughter in the back of Sawyer's grey T-shirt. He grinned, leaning forward slightly, readjusting Ana on his back.

Charlie brightened. "Lennon. That's just about the nicest thing you've ever called me! You know I love John Lennon!"

Sawyer blinked once. Twice. Three times. "I meant Vladimir Lenin, Einstein. As in L-E-N-I-N" He rumbled. Ana grinned, leaning forward to whisper something in Sawyer's ear. "Nah, I guess I didn't expect him to get the reference, Sweet Cheeks"

Charlie's face fell. "I knew that" He cleared his throat loudly. "Now that we got all the scathing nastiness out of the way, can we get this over with?" He snapped. He was finally getting the reference. Lenin, his ass!

Sawyer shrugged. "Alright there, buddy. He said, chuckling lightly. "62."
"56" Ana added, wriggling slightly. She hopped down from Sawyer's back, enjoying the hot pavement under her feet.

"That was all I needed!" Charlie rumbled. "Alright, who had 118?" The crowd of graduates looked down at their betting slips. "118 detentions between the two of them. Can we just give them a round of applause while you guys check your slips?" He asked.

The clapping was scattered, at best. A fist pumped itself through the crowd. "I got it!" The group parted scattered, muttering, and crumpling their slips. A small figure burst through towards Charlie.

Ana threw her head back, letting out a burst of laughter. "Libby? No way!" She twisted her dark, waved strands into her hands, before letting them drop again. "Congrats, though"

Libby grinned, as Charlie pulled a wad of cash from his inside pocket. He counted out a third for Sawyer and Ana, a third for Libby, and kept the final wad for himself.

"It's been a pleasure, ladies and gents. But I" Charlie started, patting his bulging pocket. "Have to take my lovely lady on a beautiful summer getaway!" He scooped Claire into his arms, planting a gentle kiss on her lips, before dragging her off into the proverbial sunset.

Sawyer unfolded the bills, counting them slowly. When he finished, he jammed them into the pocked of his cargo shorts. Ana grinned, pulling her hair into a sloppy ponytail. "So, what do we do now?"

"Ana!"

Ana's dark eyes widened. "Sh-t" Sawyer's eyes sparkled with mirth. "You've been caught, Muchacha"

Ana's eyes glazed a little, as her mother rushed over to her. She felt Sawyer snickering behind her, and thought up all the ways she could hurt him later. But deep down, she knew he was jealous she had a mother to embarrass her on her graduation day.

Captain Theresa Cortez was grinning from ear to ear. She grasped her daughters face gently in her hands, placing a kiss on each cheek.

"¡Ana! ¡Estoy tan orgulloso de usted, mi hija!" She oozed. Ana smiled sheepishly. "Gracias, mi madre." She answered quietly.

Captain Cortez's eyes narrowed slightly, and her mouth curled into the mocking smirk Ana often found on her own lips. "But that speech." Ana smiled sheepishly "¡Aye! Ana, that speech!"

Though she had accumulated 56 detentions in her high school career, Ana had fantastic grades. She was smart, and she had no qualms about showing it. Hell, it's how she could afford to slack off. She couldn't pull all the stuff she got away with if she didn't have the grades to back it off. Eventually, her work got her the second highest average in the school, right behind Jack Shepherd, making her salutatorian. Though the faculty tried to stop it, Ana delivered quite the memorable graduation speech.

"I hated school. I hope to never see most of you again. Best years of your life, my arse?" Ana blushed slightly at her mothers recounting of her speech. "Geez, it sounds so bad when you say it, mama" she groaned.

Mrs. Cortez rolled her eyes. "James Sawyer! Is that you trying to hide from me?" She said, catching sight of the blond boy sneaking away. It was Ana's turn to giggle like a chimp as Sawyer, too, was swept into the arms of Captain Cortez.

"No, ma'am. I didn't want to interrupt the family moment" He drawled slowly. Mrs. Cortez pressed a hand to her lips. "James, mi hijo, you are part of this family." She answered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Sawyer smiled.

"Alright, so Ana." Mrs. Cortez started. "Everyone down at the station decided to chip in, and we all got you this." She tossed a small, silver object at Ana, who caught it easily.

"Nice, mom. A keychain. Thanks."

Theresa paused. "It goes with your new car, Ana, so stop being so sarcastic"

Sawyer hooted. "Hot damn! Someone silenced big bad Lucy!"

A hand shot out of nowhere and thwacked him on the back of his head. "OW!" Ana smiled innocently, before turning back to her mother.

"Are you serious, mom? A car?!" Silently, Theresa held up a key. With a final kiss on the cheek, her mother placed the key in her hands. "Don't crash it, mi hija!" she called.

Sawyer jammed his hands in his cargos, before making off to follow Ana.

"I didn't forget you, James" Captain Cortez called. Sawyer turned around, his eyes soft.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Mrs. Cortez. You basically adopted me these past four years. You fed me, you housed me, you let me date your daughter...I can't ask for anything more."

A smile graced the woman's lips. "But a new guitar never hurt anyone."

Nothing.

"Well, I must be doing something right. I just made two loud mouthed teens go silent." Theresa chuckled to herself.

Suddenly, she found herself swept into Sawyer's arms. She laughed, happy with his reaction. The tall boy rested his head gently in the crook of her neck.

"You were the mother I always wanted, Mrs. Cortez."

Her eyes swam. "You were the son I always wanted. Have fun on your road trip, mi hijo" Sawyer lifted his head. "But how did you..."

Theresa smiled, blinking back tears. "I'm captain of a Los Angeles police squad. Do you really think I won't know when two eighteen year olds are planning something?"

Sawyer placed a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks again."

"Anything...Sawyer"

The tender moment was broken by a loud honk. Ana leaned off the horn, sitting in a shiny new convertible. It was sporty looking, but Sawyer could tell it had at least four airbags. Maybe five.

Sitting in the back-seat of the car was a guitar. But not just any guitar. It was a mint condition 1956 Fender Stratocaster. Sawyer jumped in the passenger seat, marveling at the way the guitar fit perfectly in his hands.

"Hey man, quit groping that thing." Ana drawled. "It's kinda creepy" Her response was a snort. "I can't believe this." he drawled.

"My mom kinda loves you" Ana admitted. She fiddled with one of her silver studs. "But not as much as I do..."

"Can we say 'awww'?" Sawyer said, smirking. Ana swatted at him again, but was grinning. "I love you too, chicolita. Always have, always will."

He gently put his guitar in the back seat. Sawyer leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss on Ana's lips. Almost instinctively, she kissed back, shutting the ignition off. She left the keys in the engine, though. Sawyer smiled into her mouth, raking his fingers through her hair. "You're so beautiful" He mumbled. Ana's teeth raked his lip, pressing her thumbs against his cheeks. The pads of her fingers traced over his jawline, his dimples, his cheekbones.

The next thing Sawyer knew, his arms were raised, and his light weight cotton shirt was pulled over his head, bare flesh suddenly exposed to the cool breeze.

"Alright, who had four minutes?!" A familiar voice boomed.

Sawyer and Ana paused. "What the hell, Charlie!" Ana yelled.




It originally had a different ending, but I got distracted by Dancing With the Stars, forgot what I was editing, and scrapped the entire thing.

Stay tuned for the continuation, which pretty much starts where this leaves off, but with less cliche comedy, less cliche romance, and less cliche's all together :D

Oh, and I'm sorry about the format. It was so much better on my email, where I wrote it.

^^ LMFAO omg becky!!!!! I love it :D it's halerious, u gona do a sequal, man charlie has a gambling problem... :huh: :P

:lol: Pssht, I like him. Most of the time :D


Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, A D O R A B L E :wub:

*giggle!snort* Like, really. And too loud :lol:

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! :wub: (Not out loud, 'cause I shouldn't at 5 :lol:)

I lovelovelove their kiss :wub: I saw it before and I still do :D

Continuation? *thud* :D