Can You Heal My Broken Heart? <P>

The day seemed to start off like any other day. Waking up and getting dressed to teach class with younger students. He taught middle school, and it was still a grade where the kids had to stay in the classroom and not switch around like other older kids. Jack stumbled down the stairs and sulked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He still had enough time to pass while his son was sleeping. So he went down after his shower and got himself a bite to eat. When the time came, he went up the stairs and awoke his son, Sam. "Get up, youngster. It's time for school," he hummed, nudging the smaller boy until he awoke. When he was up, he led him down the stairs and gave him some pop tarts. "Today's going to be a fun day! We're having a little party, remember?" He grinned lightly. Since they were still young, he always gave them free time to talk with their friends and have fun. But when they had to be serious and do work, things always pulled through. Guess he was just that good of a teacher.
Tim found himself waking up from the alarm he had set. A soft yawn left his lips, and he rubbed his eyes slightly. Today was another day of school, yet Mr. McLoughlin had something planned today. He didn't know if it was exciting and fun or not, he would have to find out. Climbing out of bed, he stumbled down the stairs and noticed his father was awake. He never seemed content, especially after his mother died. He shuffled down and settled by his side. "Dad, can you drive me up to school? I really don't want to take the bus today," he said. A soft smile forming on his lips, hoping to get his father to do such. He's been searching for someone to make his father happy, but everyone that he comes into contact with never seems to make him feel better. "Mr. McLoughlin has something exciting planned for us today. At least that's what I heard from everyone else. I like him a lot, he's a really good teacher!" He said. Before realizing that parents had to meet with teachers tonight. "Oh! I almost forgot! We have a meeting with the teacher, you'll like him a lot. He's nice," he said. Hoping his father'll go. Especially since Mr. McLoughlin is handing out extra credit to the students who's parents went to the meeting.

Tim frowned lightly as his father spoke about thinking about going to the conference. "But I really want extra credit. And I need you to make friends. You're always so unhappy! Maybe you'll make a friend!" He said, hoping that his danger would agree to that. He really hated seeing his father so upset, and wanted him to get better. Tim was about to say something else, but sighed and walked off toward his room so he could get dressed. Upon entering his room, he pulled on something quickly and gathered up his things. Running down the stairs and stumbling for the door. Making sure to not forget his shoes, something he would do a lot.
Jack blinked his eyes lightly as his son spoke about something. "Well, it is a slack off day. So I don't expect everyone to come in. Guess they just miss out on all the fun we get to have," he stated. Taking a small sip of coffee, something he had made while Sam was eating at the pop tart. "I also expect all of the parents to come in, it'd be nice to tell them about their child," he added. Reaching a hand up to run through his green hair, before settling back in a seat that was close to him. "Get ready, I'll start the car and wait for you out there. Don't forget about anything," he said. He always drove Sam to school with him, since he seemed to enjoy the time with his father. Standing up, he finished his coffee quickly and wandered out to the car. Climbing in and starting it, sitting back to wait for Sam.

Tim looked up toward his father as he started to speak. "Good! I'll be good today. And besides, in Mr. McLoughlins class there is a party. So today we get to have fun and play games," he beamed. Absolutely stoked about the idea of eating a few treats and playing with his friends. He shifted back and sat in the car, waiting patiently as they drove off to school. His gaze lifted once they started to pull into the school, wondering if his father was going to meet his teacher. After climbing out, he noticed Sam climbing out, along with his father. "Dad, look! There's Mr. McLoughlin!" He pointed.
Driving to school, he stayed silent and allowed his son to do what he had to do. Upon pulling into the school, he made a notion that they were there. Slipping out of the car, he could see Tim. And another man who stepped out of the car who came from the vehicle the little boy flew out of. He chuckled and looked down toward the boy, "nice to see you today. I'm sure you're quite excited for today," he hummed. Before lifting his gaze up to greet the man. "I assume you're his father, correct? I'm Sean McLoughlin, but most call me Jack," he said. Holding out a hand for the father to shake.

"It is great to meet you as well. I'm glad I get to meet the parent of this amazing student. He is truly one of my best, you should be proud of that," he praised. Glancing down toward Tim and Sam, noticing his own son was eager to get going into the classroom. A soft grin tugged at the edge of his lips, and he motioned them toward the school. "How about you two go have fun inside. There are a few items sitting out, think you can pass those out for me?" He asked. Sam would always do things for him, and Tim help as well every now and then. Upon watching them race off, he glanced back over toward Mark. "I'm eager to tell you all that your son had accomplished tonight. In hopes that you would be there at least," he said. Shifting in his heels as he kept his blue eyes trained on brown ones, showing his interest and focus.
Tim raced after Sam, opening the door and getting inside the school. "Yeah, that's my dad. Sorry if he's a bit off... He's just upset about loosing my mom. I don't know how to make him happy again, he doesn't have anyone like he used to," he frowned. His father couldn't showering anyone with affection like he used to with his mother. He would usually mope and keep to himself. Tim glanced back through the door, watching the two parents. A interested glint in his eyes as he stood there silently. "My dad does look interested. Then again, maybe he's just confused by your dad's accent?" He questioned. Shifting back to follow Sam into the classroom. Maybe his dad may get along with Mr. McLoughlin, and things would be looking better.