Disclaimer: I do not own any A Walk to Remember characters. I just love
them very much.
A/N- I am going to make it a habit to dedicate each chapter to a certain
person who has been an influence on me. It is really hard to choose, but if
your not chosen first, then I want you to know that your turn will come,
and because your not first doesn't mean your any less special than the one
who is.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my fanfic friend svfanforlife, aka
Claire. You guys this is such an amazing writer. When you read her work you
can tell that she is extremely passionate about what is being read and it
makes you enjoy it even further. Claire, you are an amazing person and I
want you to know that I love you very much and I sincerely missed you when
you left this past month. Not only are you are wonderful writer, but you
are a wonderful person. Y'all, this girl is in the 7th grade and she is a
better writer than I will ever be. So Claire, this is for you, so you
better be reading.
Landon awoke to the sounds of his daughter's voice whispering silently into his ear.
"Daddy, can I sleep with you?" the little girl said with her big eyes looking deeply into Landon's.
"Elisha, it is five in the morning. We should just go ahead and get up," Landon said in an annoyed voice but laughing none the less. It was the third time that week Elisha had woken up so early.
"But Daddy, I'm still tired," she said starting to jump up and down making the table next to her father's bed shake.
"Fine, go to sleep. I just need to get up," Landon said pulling back the covers, but the girl heisted and he raised his eyebrows to her. "What's wrong?"
"I want you to be with me. I'm scared," she said as her lower lip quivered.
"What are you afraid of?" Landon asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He leaned over, turned the lamp on his bed table on, and squinted as his eyes tried to get used to the light.
"There's a woman in there," she said looking as if she were trying to convince her father of her tale.
"What did the woman look like?" Landon said skeptically.
"She's tall and has blonde hair. She was smiling at me, like she knew me," Elisha said scooting in close to her father for protection. "She didn't seem mean though, she was just creepy."
Landon listened to the description of the eerie woman and immediately thought of Jamie. Landon's thoughts swam as he thought of the wife that had died four years before. "Here, go back to sleep, baby. I'll stay here," Landon said pulling his covers back to let Elisha next to him.
Landon turned the lamp back off and laid his head back down on the pillow that was now consumed with Elisha's hair, making it hard for him to find a comfortable place to lay his head. It didn't matter though; Landon was much too awake now to sleep. He felt the little girls body squirm as she tried to find a comfortable place. She finally became satisfied snuggling close to her father and she closed her eyes and slipped away into another world. Landon lay there for a while until he knew that his daughter would not wake and then he went to the kitchen to have his morning cup of coffee. He slowly rubbed his eyes and he stared blankly into his cup, as if waiting for it to give him an answer or a way to guide himself through everything that had been going on recently. Landon openly admitted it he still missed Jamie. After four years of being away from her he still felt the same way whenever he saw a picture of her, or talked about her, or when he remembered some of their happy times. He especially remembered her when he went to see her father's play every Christmas. He could still see her when she stepped out from the curtain for the first time and he saw how beautiful she really was.
Landon was surprised when he heard the young child's story, but Landon had to keep telling him it was a dream, just a child's mind playing tricks on them. He still had pictures of Jamie out so that Elisha could see them. He didn't want Elisha wondering what had happened to her mother, so he was very open and told her everything that she wanted to know, but he never brought Jamie up himself. He waited for others to talk about her before he said anything. Finally Landon lifted himself from the table and went to get ready for school.
Samantha sat in her new classroom nervously. She had recently transferred colleges when her engagement had fallen apart and she moved away from the memory. She quickly rapped her pen on her desk and she stared at the people entering the room. She noted that most of them were good ol' southern boys, and not very many southern girls. She exhaled quickly and cursed herself for even trying a new college. She was never going to be able to catch up, but she just needed a new start. She couldn't stand the way her family talked about as if she weren't there. She cursed Matt too. Just saying his name in her head made her infuriated and her pen tapping got faster. Finally she calmed herself and set the pen down. She looked more and more around the room and noticed that the only female in the room was she. This made her even more nervous than she had been when she walked into the room. Samantha grabbed a lock of her dirty blonde hair and started to twist it in her fingers. She watched the door, hoping that at any moment a woman would walk in, but she was never so lucky. When the professor finally walked into the room, one more man walked into the room, rushed up the steps of the room, and sat next to Samantha.
"Mr. Carter, do you think you could be just a little more on time?" the old man said with his back to the class as he wrote on the board.
"Yes, sir," the man said putting his books on his desk. He finally seemed to notice Samantha sitting next to him and he put the first smile on his face that she had seen from him. In a low voice he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Landon."
"Samantha, nice to meet you," she said smiling.
Landon smiled and then went back to open his book. Samantha found herself giggling to herself when she thought about Landon's smile. She tried to compose herself, but it didn't work. Landon noticed her giggles and raised his eyebrow as he had with Elisha that morning.
"Are you alright?" he said looking at her strangely.
"Fine, I just...had a bad case of the giggles" Samantha said, finally sobering herself.
Landon just smiled and went back to taking his notes. Samantha cursed herself for acting like such a fool. He probably thought she was some kind of idiot buffoon now. But why did she care? It wasn't like she would ever speak to him again. Samantha buried herself in the work that the professor was giving them, which gave her little chance to think about what had recently happened.
A/N- Please don't hate me. I am not replacing Jamie, I promise. You have to just keep reading so you know what's going to happen. I promise, I will not ruin the Jamie/Landon, you just have to keep reading. I would hate me if I did that.
Landon awoke to the sounds of his daughter's voice whispering silently into his ear.
"Daddy, can I sleep with you?" the little girl said with her big eyes looking deeply into Landon's.
"Elisha, it is five in the morning. We should just go ahead and get up," Landon said in an annoyed voice but laughing none the less. It was the third time that week Elisha had woken up so early.
"But Daddy, I'm still tired," she said starting to jump up and down making the table next to her father's bed shake.
"Fine, go to sleep. I just need to get up," Landon said pulling back the covers, but the girl heisted and he raised his eyebrows to her. "What's wrong?"
"I want you to be with me. I'm scared," she said as her lower lip quivered.
"What are you afraid of?" Landon asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He leaned over, turned the lamp on his bed table on, and squinted as his eyes tried to get used to the light.
"There's a woman in there," she said looking as if she were trying to convince her father of her tale.
"What did the woman look like?" Landon said skeptically.
"She's tall and has blonde hair. She was smiling at me, like she knew me," Elisha said scooting in close to her father for protection. "She didn't seem mean though, she was just creepy."
Landon listened to the description of the eerie woman and immediately thought of Jamie. Landon's thoughts swam as he thought of the wife that had died four years before. "Here, go back to sleep, baby. I'll stay here," Landon said pulling his covers back to let Elisha next to him.
Landon turned the lamp back off and laid his head back down on the pillow that was now consumed with Elisha's hair, making it hard for him to find a comfortable place to lay his head. It didn't matter though; Landon was much too awake now to sleep. He felt the little girls body squirm as she tried to find a comfortable place. She finally became satisfied snuggling close to her father and she closed her eyes and slipped away into another world. Landon lay there for a while until he knew that his daughter would not wake and then he went to the kitchen to have his morning cup of coffee. He slowly rubbed his eyes and he stared blankly into his cup, as if waiting for it to give him an answer or a way to guide himself through everything that had been going on recently. Landon openly admitted it he still missed Jamie. After four years of being away from her he still felt the same way whenever he saw a picture of her, or talked about her, or when he remembered some of their happy times. He especially remembered her when he went to see her father's play every Christmas. He could still see her when she stepped out from the curtain for the first time and he saw how beautiful she really was.
Landon was surprised when he heard the young child's story, but Landon had to keep telling him it was a dream, just a child's mind playing tricks on them. He still had pictures of Jamie out so that Elisha could see them. He didn't want Elisha wondering what had happened to her mother, so he was very open and told her everything that she wanted to know, but he never brought Jamie up himself. He waited for others to talk about her before he said anything. Finally Landon lifted himself from the table and went to get ready for school.
Samantha sat in her new classroom nervously. She had recently transferred colleges when her engagement had fallen apart and she moved away from the memory. She quickly rapped her pen on her desk and she stared at the people entering the room. She noted that most of them were good ol' southern boys, and not very many southern girls. She exhaled quickly and cursed herself for even trying a new college. She was never going to be able to catch up, but she just needed a new start. She couldn't stand the way her family talked about as if she weren't there. She cursed Matt too. Just saying his name in her head made her infuriated and her pen tapping got faster. Finally she calmed herself and set the pen down. She looked more and more around the room and noticed that the only female in the room was she. This made her even more nervous than she had been when she walked into the room. Samantha grabbed a lock of her dirty blonde hair and started to twist it in her fingers. She watched the door, hoping that at any moment a woman would walk in, but she was never so lucky. When the professor finally walked into the room, one more man walked into the room, rushed up the steps of the room, and sat next to Samantha.
"Mr. Carter, do you think you could be just a little more on time?" the old man said with his back to the class as he wrote on the board.
"Yes, sir," the man said putting his books on his desk. He finally seemed to notice Samantha sitting next to him and he put the first smile on his face that she had seen from him. In a low voice he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Landon."
"Samantha, nice to meet you," she said smiling.
Landon smiled and then went back to open his book. Samantha found herself giggling to herself when she thought about Landon's smile. She tried to compose herself, but it didn't work. Landon noticed her giggles and raised his eyebrow as he had with Elisha that morning.
"Are you alright?" he said looking at her strangely.
"Fine, I just...had a bad case of the giggles" Samantha said, finally sobering herself.
Landon just smiled and went back to taking his notes. Samantha cursed herself for acting like such a fool. He probably thought she was some kind of idiot buffoon now. But why did she care? It wasn't like she would ever speak to him again. Samantha buried herself in the work that the professor was giving them, which gave her little chance to think about what had recently happened.
A/N- Please don't hate me. I am not replacing Jamie, I promise. You have to just keep reading so you know what's going to happen. I promise, I will not ruin the Jamie/Landon, you just have to keep reading. I would hate me if I did that.