we're both high school teachers and our students ship us but little do they know we're already secretly dating Caskett AU. I know this was on castleficpromts, but I just feel you would do this story justice on so many levels with your talents. Hopefully you write, but if you don't I will still love you and your amazeball writing.
Hi Anon! I am so incredibly sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this for you. I hope you’re still out there, and I hope you enjoy it if you are.
“Mr. Castle, are youmarried?”
It wasn’t the first time he’d beenasked that, and he had no doubt that it would be the last, but still Rickchuckled.
Miranda and Ben were the last onesout on the last day of classes before Thanksgiving, but he could see theshadows of their friends lurking in the doorway, waiting for his answer. Cockinghis head to one side, he met the girl’s wide eyes, noting the way her cheeksflushed under his scrutiny. Her companion shifted beside her as well, lookingless confident than he had just a few minutes ago.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have –it was a dare – I’ll just go. We’ll go. Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Castle.”
This time a full-blown laughspilled from his lips. “Guys, it’s okay. You didn’t offend me. To answeryour question, no, I’m not married. I have been, but it didn’t stick for somereason.”
Well, one very large reason, but hehad learned to recognize that there were many issues with his short-livedmarriage to Meredith, beyond coming home to find her in bed with her director.
His students stopped in thedoorway, sharing a look before turning back to him. He could see the curiosityin their eyes.
“Oh,” Ben started, hisvoice low. “I’m sorry.”
Rick lifted a shoulder, shruggingoff the sympathy. That part of his life was over a long time ago. “It iswhat it is, Ben, don’t worry about it.” Off their skeptical looks, he added,“She said I corrected her grammar too much, so I would say it’s for thebest. Wouldn’t you?”
That got a laugh out of the kids.He smiled too, getting up from the desk he’d perched on during dismissal andmoving to gather his things at his own.
“What about a girlfriend?”Ben continued.
Again, the kids shared a look.Interesting. He was used to the curiosity – he had heard all the variations onthe question before, after all – but this seemed to go beyond that.
“What are you doing forThanksgiving?” Miranda asked quickly, rising on the balls of her feet. Theheels of her boots tapped the linoleum in quick succession as she dropped backdown.
“I–” he started, closinghis mouth while he tried to make sense of their intentions. “Guys, ifyou’re trying to invite me to dinner, I appreciate it, but I’ll be having awonderful feast with my mother and some friends of ours. You don’t need toworry about me.”
Closing his lesson planner, heglanced up to find them looking out in the hall, mouthing something to thestragglers waiting for them. Rick watched Miranda’s lips purse, saw her head bobup in confirmation.
“Why don’t you head home,guys?” he suggested, sliding the book into his satchel. “Enjoy yourbreak to the fullest. Make some mischief – wait, no, that’s Halloween.”
Miranda giggled, nudging her friendwith her elbow and mouthing “now” to him. Clearly it was the boy’sturn in whatever scheme they’d cooked up.
“You should ask Ms. Beckettout,” Ben blurted. “I mean, obviously not for Thanksgiving since you haveplans–”
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