moments to remember [samuel]

[kaitlyn]

though summer turns to winter and the present disappears

the laughter we were glad to share will echo through the years

The sweltering August heat somehow made the classroom even less bearable as the air conditioner poured freezing air into the room. Shedding the blazer to her woman's suit, Kaitlyn gently draped it over the back of her chair. She dread this time of the year. By the time August came about, it was time for the woman to start her teaching routine back up. Out came the pantsuits and the pencil skirts. She would pack away her favorite sun dress and denim jeans until holidays and school breaks. August... well, it just wasn't that pleasing of a month in her aged mind. Funny, forty years old and the woman was complaining much so like a high school student. It made sense in a way; she was a teacher after all. For a little more than a decade, Kaitlyn had been working at Newport High, educating hundreds of students on legal issues during that time. It was something she took incredible pride in, especially when some of her excelling students went on to major in pre-law.

But August? God, she hated the month it seemed. The air conditioner never poured in cool air to keep her pale skin from perspiring. It didn't help much that today, of all days, Kaitlyn felt the need to appear overly professional as she was meeting with the Dean and Superintendent later on to discuss formalities. Sitting back down at her desk, she pulled her seat closer, letting her eyes gaze absentmindedly into the screen of her laptop. Another summer had flown by and what was there really to show for it? Just a bit more color to her skin? She didn't even have pictures showcasing how she spent her vacation. Instead, Kaitlyn stayed absorbed in her feelings, rattling random things to herself. Ultimatums, actually. Too bad she still hadn't had the courage to express a simple feeling coursing through her heart whenever he came to her mind. Samuel Faulkner, one of the English teachers at Newport Beach. At first, his accent drew the woman in. A strong British accent that just made the heart spill over with his words. She found herself wanting to hear every word he spoke even when it started to get a little horrendous of speech.

Sighing, Kaitlyn pulled the reading glasses from her face. Her elbows propped atop of her desk, head in her hands. The acknowledgment of these feelings just made her head ache. She was forty-years-old, single, and not even a single mother. For years in her youth, Kaitlyn focused on obtaining her law degree and beginning her profession. For five years or so, she worked as an attorney in one of California's largest law firms. Somehow... thankfully, somehow, the woman was inspired to earn a teaching degree. While she juggled cases, Kaitlyn took classes in order to receive her educator certificate. And well, her life got put on the back burner. By the time she felt secure in her new career as a teacher, she was thirty some-odd years old. It didn't leave her much of a pool for suitable partners, she could assure you that. Eventually, after a few failed relationships, Kaitlyn gave up the idea of marriage and children all together. Not that it didn't break the woman's heart, it was just something she had to let go in her aging days.

Letting her arms drop, Kaitlyn allowed her neck to lift the weight of her own head. She didn't want to be doing her yearly proposal right now. Hell, she didn't want to be doing much of anything. Hearing footsteps outside her classroom door, Kaitlyn let her eyes gravitate toward the door. A little startled to see someone standing there, her breath caught her lungs, Kaitlyn pushed back in her chair a bit. "Christ," she muttered, finally coming to her senses. "How long have you been standing there, Sam?"

lyrics: "Moments to Remember" Louis Armstrong
words: 645
outfit: hereee
tags: Samuel/Ola!

[samuel]

When you look at me that way, I don't have a thing to say,
But I just found it

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With most of his holiday spent doing practically... nothing, Samuel was almost... glad to walk back into the school, to return to the familiarity of the building he'd worked in for almost 7 years. Sure, didn't exactly make his life very exciting, but with his status as one of the more dull teachers at the school, well, he didn't have to worry about having interesting stories for his students. He doubted they cared, anyway. They were more preoccupied with how John's second cousin cheated on Laurie with his uncle's wife's son's sister.
He actually stopped for a moment, then, and looked down, trying to get his mind around what the hell that was, before continuing with a shrug and a muttered "Bloody 'ell.". It wasn't important.

Back to him, anyway - he'd lived with being... rather unexciting for most of his life. He was perfectly fine with it.
Well, he wasn't entirely fine with it. That's just what he wanted to tell himself. Like most people did, anyway. Most people who... weren't his students, since most of them seemed happily oblivious. The others were way too serious and complicated for their own age group. He, however, was forty-nine years old, for God's sake, and alone. He'd been alone for the past... ten years, at least. Weird that it only started bothering him now, but there you go. A smirk came to his lips when he figured that this was his mid-life crisis. A few years late, perhaps. But there it was. Christ, he never thought that this would be how his life played out. For one, he didn't really think that he'd ever leave England. It was actually his mother who had persuaded him to, surprisingly, in the end. While it was a good career choice, well, he'd only had maybe... four serious relationships. Ever. Now, he didn't blame America, or Newport, or whatever. Or maybe he did. He wasn't entirely sure.

Why was he even thinking about... serious.. stuff like that? Jesus. Thinking about it would make him think about it even more, which would ultimately make him depressed. And Summer wasn't a season to be depressed, right? It was supposed to be happy. Happiness and flowers and unicorns. He rolled his eyes before noticing that he'd been standing in one place while lost in thought. With a short sigh, he ran a hand through his peppered hair - again reminded of how damn old he was getting - and decided to pay a visit to someone who he knew would be at the school. She was actually one of his only friends in Newport, too. Well. His best friend. Sometimes he dared to indulge the thought of what it would be like if they were more, but not often. And every time, he ended up telling himself no-no, for whatever reason. Yeah. 10 years, 4 serious relationships, 2 friends that he actually trusted. God, it wasn't like that when he had actually been attending high school. Lacrosse, women and plenty of booze. Emphasis on the booze. And then, he decided to grow up and do something with his life.

Damn, what was it with him and the reminiscing and the pondering and such today? Rolling his eyes, he stopped at the doorway to Miss. Fortier's classroom. Waiting for Kait to acknowledge him, maybe? She looked deep in thought, like he had been, several times in his journey over. When she finally looked up at him, definitely surprised to see him standing there, he smiled briefly and allowed himself in, perching on one of the desks in front of her. "Not long at all. Mornin', love. How might you be on this fine, hot, sweaty, August day?"
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[words] 609
[lyrics] "Drive", Dawn Landes
[tags] Kaitlyn/Teresa ^.^[/font]
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[kaitlyn]

though summer turns to winter and the present disappears

the laughter we were glad to share will echo through the years

As for her own high school career, well, that just seemed like a distant memory to Kaitlyn. Not that distant, though; her mind may have been aged, but it was capable of retaining information pertain to her career. Besides, high school wasn't that favorable of Kaitlyn. She was the overachiever who was part of the marching band because no geek was going to be on the elite squad of cheerleaders. Not to mention, Kaitlyn was rather intimidated by those girls back in her youth. The pretty, popular girls with their flawless skin and appearance in general. Okay, so it wasn't just intimidation, but a tinge of jealousy as well. Kaitlyn would have killed to been like those girls then, but having gone to her twenty year class reunion a couple years back, Kaitlyn was pretty confident with herself. Her skin was sagging like some of the mothers at the event, nor did she look like a purse. Needless to say, her ego grew the tiniest when she tried comparing herself to them now. It seemed that the only thing the former cheerleaders had over Kaitlyn were the marriages and children.

So she never found the one she wanted to settle down with. That didn't make Kaitlyn a failure in life. Her goal wasn't to tie the know and pop out a few kids before her prime, but it wouldn't have upset her if she had. Her goal? Well, Kaitlyn was living the life she wanted, more or less so. She worked as an attorney in the state of California for five years after earning her law degree at Stanford. Hell, she even majored in Pre-Law at Stanford as an undergraduate. It was her life goal to be an attorney, testing her knowledge of the law as she battled for a plaintiff's case win. Of course, she didn't always get the win, but that didn't discourage Kait from continuing to prosecute whatever cases came her way. But when she made the career jump to teaching, Kaitlyn's world expanded. She now had to juggle a multitude of other tasks and, the obvious, teaching. The way her hands shook on her first day, just near ten years ago, was something she'd never forget. It accompanied the butterflies that roared in her stomach, making her the slightest bit queasy as she introduced herself to her first batch of students.

"How am I?" Kaitlyn seemed a bit stunned by the question. Her eyes, blue and large, scanned her cluttered desk she still sat at. Papers were flowing out of folders surrounded the sleek laptop in the center of the desk. In the simplest of terms, Kaitlyn's area was a mess, which didn't leave much to say about Kaitlyn's current state herself. "Scattered; I can't seem to find the time to do everything I need to do. Nor can I keep my mind focused on a task at hand." Casually, Kait began to organize her mess, trying to project the idea that she really was just overreacting. Tapping a stack of papers against her desk, Kaitlyn tried to straighten them out before realizing something. This was the first time she had seen Samuel since the end of the school year. How could she possibly just sit in her seat? "Where is my mind," she laughed, pushing her seat back as she stood up. Walking around her desk, Kaitlyn grinned as she mentally debated whether or not to hug her co-worker. Instead, the Law teacher rested her decision against doing so and wiggled herself into a spot atop of her desk. If this was going to be how the school year began for them, Kaitlyn didn't want any barriers. "And how are you, Mister... clearly haven't shaved in days," she lightly mocked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

lyrics: "Moments to Remember" Louis Armstrong
words: 631
outfit: hereee
tags: Samuel/Ola!
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