A/N Hey guys so next chapter is up. So this is now a chapter from me, (Emily) as Jen and I are alternating chapters. Thank you so much for the reviews on the first chapter, it was truly appreciated and we're glad you enjoyed it. Moving on, Hanna and Caleb both had an accidental introduction, but will it cause a change in heart? Hope you enjoy this chapter.

A Change in Heart

"I'm starting to question why I ever got myself into this," Caleb groaned, plonking himself down onto the uncomfortable, springy mattress that he had called his bed for the last month.

After a long day of training the guys were infinitely grateful that they were finally allowed to head off to sleep; it was currently 1am and the trio, along with the rest of their squad had to be up at 5am to relocate to Iraq.

Although that meant they were only able to squeeze in a 4 hour sleep due to their training schedule, they were still happy that they were at least allowed a few hours of relaxation before leaving for Iraq to fight for their country.

"I wish you would stop complaining," Ezra laughed with a hint of jealousy in his voice, "It's not like you have a fiancée at home who is planning our wedding all alone."

Toby let out a slight giggle as Caleb ignored his comment, grabbing his phone from the relatively small night table next to his camp bed.

"Or a wife," Toby chimed in, a smirk appearing on his face before Caleb grabbed his pillow and launched it across their bunk, aiming for Toby and hoping it had actually hit him. Toby took that as his cue to stop talking, throwing the object back to Caleb before letting his head fall into his own soft pillow.

Caleb scrolled through his messages, a scolding look on his face as he had received about 6 messages from his crazy ex girlfriend, Bridget, who seemed to never take no for an answer. He had ended it about 4 months ago when he caught her cheating with some British guy who he knew he could never compete with because of his damn accent, but honestly he wasn't too bothered. The couple's relationship had fizzled out long before it had ended, but now it seemed as if Bridget had gone back to singleton status and was trying to wriggle her way back into his life – he sure as hell was not going back down that road.

Caleb huffed before deleting the messages from his phone; he didn't even know why he hadn't blocked her number, probably because he was too much of a nice guy.

"What's up man?" Ezra raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he acknowledged Caleb's change in mood.

"Take a wild guess," Caleb spat in annoyance, his face turning emotionless as the past twenty-four hours hit him - sleep was definitely needed, "I'm sorry," He quickly added, placing his phone back down before changing into his night gear.

"It's alright man, you get used to being sleep deprived once you're more settled," Ezra explained, flopping down onto his bed between Caleb's and Toby's.

Caleb gave a small smile, grabbing his phone again and clicking on the Facebook app - his mom usually liked to message him everyday before he drifted into slumber, and it somewhat put him at ease talking to someone close to him at the end of his hard working days.

Before he clicked on his mom's name to respond, he noticed a name just above hers that he couldn't quite recognise, Hanna Marin. He tried to think of if he had ever stumbled across it before but his brain was too switched off, considering it was the early hours of the morning. He clicked on her name and scanned through the message, changing position on the bed so he was half sitting, half laying.

Hi Caleb! My name is Hanna ans I would really looooove to meet yoi. My friends are with Ezra and Tobu. I think you are reallt hot and you should come slewp in my bed because I haven't haf sex in a really long time. Love Han (Arua).

Caleb found himself silently laughing, before letting out the teeniest tiniest snort, which was enough to rouse Toby from his sleep.

"What are you laughing at?" Toby perked up, confused by his sudden outburst. Ezra then switched on the dim light as they both stared at Caleb.

"I'm guessing you know a girl called Hanna Marin?"

Toby and Ezra gave each other a knowing glance before replying, "Yeah, she's best friends with our girls, she's like our sister."

"She sent me a message on Facebook, I have no idea how she even found me but she's pretty cute," Caleb said nonchalantly, clicking onto her profile picture and gazing at it in awe as he studied her angelic features intently, "Are they on a night out? Because by the looks of her spelling, she seems totally out of it."

Toby guzzled down a bottle of water before replying, the heat in Florida was incredibly hard to ignore when he was sweating profusely every minute of every day. "Yeah, Spence mentioned they were going out for a girls night, they were probably all as drunk as a skunk," He grinned, thinking about how his wife seemed to drink a little too much to take the sharp edges of her not being with him away.

"Show us this message then," Ezra nudged Caleb's arm as he walked over to turn the bedside lamp off.

"No, this is strictly between me and her, although it says 'Arua' at the end," Caleb confirmed, slipping down deep into the thin covers and starting to type a reply.

Ezra immediately smiled and he knew, he just knew it was his Aria that had been the sneaky one sending the message from Hanna's phone, wanting to be the match-maker for her single best friend before Spencer could beat her to it. "That's my Aria," Ezra murmured.

"Tell them we both say hi," Ezra and Toby said in unison, before finally settling for the night.

Caleb quickly typed back a short message, smiling as he clicked off of the chat and onto his Mom's, letting her know he was fine and he'd respond as soon as he could. Iraq for 8 months might have been harder than he thought.

Hanna had finally pulled herself together after what she had witnessed on her Facebook messages, and poured herself a bowl of granola whilst Spencer was frantically searching for the address she had mentioned.

"Are you glad I sent him that message now?" Aria smirked. Walking out of the bedroom in what looked like one of Ezra's T-shirts, she lightly pinched Hanna's cheek which had now turned crimson pink - mocking her was always fun.

Hanna slapped her hand away and gave her a seething look before picking up her spoon and turning back to finish one of her five-a-days, "No, I'm embarrassed. 'Come and sleep in my bed?' I mean, come on!" Hanna dead-panned as Aria struggled to keep a straight face.

"I'm sorry," She recited for the millionth time, swinging her legs around on the chair to face Hanna, looking at her quizzically. "Would you ever actually hook up with him?" She chastised.

Hanna almost choked on her cereal, swallowing the remains before taking a sip from her glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, "We have talked about this, I don't know him, he doesn't know me, we're miles apart and I haven't even met the guy, end of conversation."

"I know but..."

"No buts," Hanna defended, moving over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes as Spencer walked in with a slip of paper in her hands.

"As requested," Spencer handed over the piece paper, a small smile tugging at her lips as Hanna moved to dry her wet hands with the towel, rolling her eyes at Spencer.

"Actually, you insisted," Hanna shot back wryly, snatching the square piece of paper from Spencer's hands before trying to understand what the hell this kind of address was; she knew she had her blonde moments, but this time it seemed totally acceptable when Aria looked over her shoulder and frowned at all of the huge words she couldn't bring herself to even attempt to spell out.

Spencer watched in amusement as two of her best friends continued to stare at the piece of paper, eventually giving in and walking over to the both of them to help them with their 'crisis'.

"The only words I understand on here are... Bag-h-d-ad and Iraq," Hanna grinned proudly, engrossed in what it said as a bubbly Aria laughed beside her.

"I honestly feel like I have to babysit you guys," Spencer confessed, trying to relinquish Hanna's hold on the piece of paper before finally winning and skimming through the address, ready to correct her friends, "It says Baghdad, Iraq..."

Spencer was cut off by the sound of Hanna's groan when she yanked the piece of paper back from her and paced back to the bedroom before she could follow.

"I don't even care, it's just a stupid address that I'm only going to need once," Hanna exclaimed - she'd always hated Spencer's need to correct her whole vocabulary.

Hanna sat down at the little desk that was tucked away in the corner of Spencer's bedroom and began to think about what she could write. Bringing the pen towards her lips, she furrowed an eyebrow and stuck out her bottom lip in self-pity. It usually took her a long time for her to process words and she was often labelled as 'the least intelligent' in her group of friends, but she didn't mind, she knew they meant well.

"Why did I ever agree to this?" Hanna muttered to herself, chewing down on the pen lid hard, waiting for some idea of what to start with to spring to her pretty little head.

Spencer must have heard Hanna becoming impatient as she waltzed into the room, watching as she kept writing things and then scribbling them back out afterwards. "Why are you getting so grouchy?" Spencer asked, though she already secretly knew the answer.

"I'm sorry, is that a rhetorical question?" Hanna scowled, pulling her soft blonde locks back into a low ponytail, "Maybe because Aria has made me look like some horny twenty-three year old who wants to sell her body for a couple of dollars because she hasn't gotten laid in what feels like forever!"

Spencer just rolled her eyes at her in response - Hanna had always been known to be the one who overreacted the most.

"That's because you haven't," She teased, knowing she was about to become dead meat if she carried on making fun of her instead of helping with the damn letter.

Spencer spied the chair that Toby had made for her back in high school, and picked up her friends creased clothes that hung over it. She brought them close to her nose and was instantly hit with the strong smell of last night's alcohol. The sight of empty glasses around the barn - which were still partially filled with the excess wine they hadn't managed to finish after they somehow made it back there - was enough to make her want to puke her way to the bottom, but smelling it took it to a whole other level. She catapulted the clothes onto the unmade bed before carefully pulling up the covers so it was even, and swatting all of the lumps out of it.

Carrying the chair over and placing it next to Hanna's, she sat down carefully and leaned forward to take a look at what Hanna had already managed to articulate on paper - which was nothing.

Hanna caught sight of Spencer looking back and forth between herself and the paper, and realised that if she was going to get this done and out of the way, Spencer was her best bet.

"Helllllp," Hanna whined desperately as she reached up to pull her hair back down, deciding that she was now too cold as a draft sent shivers down her spine. For it almost being the middle of April, it was surprisingly cold.

"Okay, okay," Spencer placated her, before pulling a face which Hanna knew all too well. It was her 'thinking face', as the girls liked to call it, and Spencer never failed to at least come up with something. "Well for the most part, you don't exactly need to be formal. If he's friends with the guys, he will already have an idea of who you are."

Hanna's expression changed from stoic to completely wide-eyed - she was a perfectionist and it was in her nature to make a good first impression, even though she knew she'd probably never speak to him again. "Ummm nope," She protested, "You know how I like to make good first impressions, and I'm not going to write informally to someone who is in the armed forces and who I've never met... God, I have some class and respect."

Spencer mumbled something quietly under her breath before giving into Hanna's command and returning to her thinking face.

Hanna continued to stare at her, just waiting for something to pop into her head when a small smile crept up onto Spencer's lips.

"Okay, well start off by calling him 'Sergeant Rivers' or something," She proposed merrily as Hanna laughed alongside her, "But seriously Han, you know how to be a little bit formal, just don't go over the top just for an apology. It's not like he hasn't already had a glimpse of your bad girl behaviour."

Hanna picked up the pen she had slammed down on the desk a few minutes earlier, and decided to follow Spencer's suggestions.

"Aria's bad girl behaviour!" Hanna said, exasperated, "But whatever, lets just get this over with."

Spencer and Aria were currently located on the couch watching a black and white movie; it was definitely Aria's choice, they were her favourite type of movie.

"How is she not done yet?" Aria questioned, pressing pause on the movie and making her way into the open-plan kitchen to grab another bag of popcorn from the cupboard.

"You know what she's like, she worries that she'll make a mistake."

Aria walked back over to the couch and sat down, re-positioning herself so her back was leaning against the arm of the couch, and pressed play again. It's only a damn apology, she thought.

Spencer stayed silent for a few minutes, half enraptured in the movie and half wondering what an earth was taking Hanna so long - it had almost been forty-five minutes.

"Ari, do you think she's into him?" Spencer couldn't help herself - she knew Hanna too well and by the way she was acting, she was definitely keeping something from them.

"Spence, they don't know each other," Aria reiterated, munching on the sweet goodness, "Maybe she just has an attraction towards him."

They both stared at each other knowingly before simultaneously standing up and heading towards Hanna.

Meanwhile, Hanna had spent the last twenty minutes re-reading the letter, checking for errors, and seeing if there was anything she had missed. She tried to sound formal, but eventually gave up as she was failing miserably. How was she always the one that was paying for her friends' childish mistakes?

Deciding that it was the last time she was going to read through it, she scanned every word extra carefully, her left eyebrow raised as she started to feel like it wasn't all that bad of an apology.

Hello Sergeant Rivers,

I would just like to sincerely apologise for that atrocious message I sent to you on Facebook. Well, the message 'Arua' sent from my phone, who by the way is my best friend and your battle buddy's fiancée Aria, if that enlightens you? Anyway, I really am sorry and I can assure you it will not happen again.

Thank you for taking the time to understand that it was a mistake and that Aria and I were not intentionally trying to bribe you to sleep with me *laughs*. Also, an extra thank you for serving time in Iraq to fight for our country. I hope you come back safe and sound - I have mad respect for you and all the other gentlemen out there. Tell Toby and Ezra I say hi back, and that I miss them dearly (not as much as their other halves do of course.)

You have my greatest respect and support.

Sincerely,

Hanna.

Hanna folded the paper in half, placing it inside of the envelope and sealing it securely. Studying the address that Spencer had given her, she wrote it down on the front of the envelope nice and neatly, making sure it was clearly visible before rummaging around in her handbag for a stamp.

After quickly putting on a fresh pair of clothes that she had brought over, Hanna was about to head out of the room when she was suddenly stopped by Spencer and Aria, who were sporting huge grins on their faces. She knew she was about to be bombarded with questions.

"Is it finally done?" Spencer snickered when Hanna nodded, "Ooooh, gimme."

Spencer reached forward to readily snatch it from her hands, but Hanna had brought her hand back and effortlessly moved around them, pulling on last night's five-inch heels, realising that they were the only shoes she had brought over.

"Where the hell are Em and Ali?" Hanna asked, trying to change the subject.

"Umm, we have no idea," Aria frowned, crossing her arms in the process.

Grabbing her keys that she had clearly left in the dish next to the door, she turned her head, giving her friends one last glance before heading towards her car to go and post the letter, leaving Spencer and Aria standing there completely and utterly confused at her actions.

Hanna drove through the streets of Rosewood until she arrived at her destination - there was a small mailbox which stood next to the girls' favourite coffee shop, The Brew.

Turning off the engine, she unstrapped herself from the seatbelt and jumped out of the vehicle, locking it as she made her way over to the mailbox. She pulled out the regular sized letter and gripped it hard with her hands.

She smiled to herself, thinking about what a complete idiot move Aria had made to make her go to such drastic measures - well in Hanna's world anyway - by sending a letter to someone who was millions of miles away. She could of just sent a Facebook message back to him and he would have probably seen it if he ever got internet access or when he arrived back home. But instead she had done it the old-fashioned way - maybe it was just a change in heart.

Extending her right arm out, she pushed the letter through the gap and let out a sigh of relief; at least she would never have to go through this experience again.

Second chapter complete! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let us know in a review. - Emily