why'd you have to wait? where were you? kylie

[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... Haven hummed as she walked around her home’s kitchen. Now that the entire downstairs was completed, the crew was working on the upstairs. Haven loved to be restoring this old farmhouse. When she had lived in Hope Harbor as a teenager she dreamed of buying this place. She got it at a really affordable price and now it was hers. Well, her and Anthony’s place. Whenever they get married they already decided they would live here since Haven was putting so much effort into the place. Sure, she hired men to come do all the construction aspects so she didn’t mess up but she did all the painting, decorating and moving of furniture herself. Which is what she had been doing yesterday. Today she was putting the little touches up. Some bits of decorations, the photos she had of her with some friends, books and candles. You know, the little knick knacks that made the place homey. Since it wasn’t anything particularly dirty, she had dressed comfortably but nice. Anthony was supposed to come home tonight so they’d get to spend time together. He worked in Augusta so he didn’t get to be home as often as she liked. In a year, after they were married, things would be different. Hopefully he’d find a job at a law firm closer by, or even the one in town that the Winslet’s owned. That would make their lives easier, especially if they decided to have a family. Haven would have no troubles concerning work. Her shop was doing well-really well-to the point she had a manager, assistant manager and a couple workers. When the time came for kids, she could take off for a couple months and run most things form home. Until then, she was in her shop every day it was open. Until the last two days but that’s only because the downstairs was finished. She wanted to have everything set up so her and her fiancée could have dinner in their new place. Thankfully the master bedroom would get done today since they had started yesterday. That room just needed new drywall up and the floorboards replaced. The wiring had been done this summer, just like the plumbing. The master bathroom was the only room upstairs currently done. When Anthony went to the capital again, she’d paint the bedroom as she could handle sleeping on the couch by herself. When her fiancée was here, she liked curling up in bed with him. When he felt like curling up. With all the dishes put away, Haven started a pot of coffee then readjusted her ponytail, smoothing out her locks of hair and the feathers she had put in a week ago. All the items she had gotten to decorated her spacious kitchen laid on the counters, the table and some chairs. Next would be the living room. Her office was of no worries right now and the interior porch wouldn’t be touched until springtime. The downstairs bathroom had been the first task when she had risen that morning. Generally, she was feeling accomplished. As she hung up the first piece, she heard a knock on her front door. All the men were upstairs so she wasn’t sure who it could be. As she walked to the front door, Haven wiped her hands on the back of her jeans out of nervous habit. Once at the door, she opened it, bracing herself from the winter chill. ”Can I help you?” notes: none - tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!

[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

[/color] Kylie said, looking at him for a moment and giving a small sheepish laugh. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a manilla envelope and opened it, pulling out Haven's their birth certificates and looking at them for a moment. Sliding them back into the envelope she spoke again Well here goes nothing.

Emerging from the car, Kylie crossed her arms over he stomach, holding the precious envelope close to her person. Slowly she walked to the door and standing on the front step, she raised her hand and gently rapped on the door. As she stood there, she could hear footsteps swiftly coming to the door. It creaked open a moment later, and there stood Haven. Kylie didn't even have to wonder if it was her. It was so very obvious. Their facial structure was much the same and she was the spitting image of their mother. Kylie had to swallow hard at the very sight of Haven, to stay her tears of joy.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled Hello....Are you Haven Stowe? she inquired purely to keep it from seeming strange and takin her older sister off guard. I wondered if I might come in and talk to you for a few minutes....about your adoption? Kylie asked, once she'd confirmed she was indeed Haven. [/ul] [/size]

[CAMERON AIDEN MATTHEWS]



[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-color: #A9B1B9; border: 10px #1B2836 solid] it‘s amazing, you save me | tag: kylie & haven | outfit | Notes: um the dog tags are his grandfathers? Cameron was beyond tired. Last night had been a late, well early morning, shift. So when he got home he instantly went to sleep. Today was only a power nap day because Kylie planned to come see her sister. He had promised that if he wasn’t working he would come with her. After some eye drops and a couple cups of coffee, he was driving them down one of the lesser known roads. It was one filled with cottages and a couple old farms. The road was filled with potholes and eventually the blacktop turned into dirt. Good thing his truck could handle it. And good thing he had driven. Just glancing at Kylie he could tell she was a nervous wreck. If she had been driving, it would have taken her forever to get here. When they pulled up to the house, Cameron peered out the window. The house was a looker, in the middle of being renovated from what he could tell. He could see an upstairs window open and people poking their heads in and out. Some bits of building materials were tossed out as well. Yes, doing some work inside. When he pulled to sit back against his seat he looked at Kylie. He unbuckled his seat and twisted his body towards her, gripping at her hand. ”I can’t say to not be nervous. This is a crazy situation. But I am right here with you.” He pulled her hand up and pressed some light kissed to her knuckles, then the back of her pale hand. When she was ready, they both descended from his truck. When at the door, he just stood to her side but a step back, letting Kylie lead the show. This was her sister after all. When Haven opened the door Cameron’s eyes shot up in surprise. Yes, there were differences in the two girls but there were also a lot of similarities. They both had the same jaw line, nose and eye shape. Haven’s cheeks were a bit more filled out. Despite that, Kylie’s cheek bones were more defined wither way. When he studied closer, even their mouths had a similar shape, just Kylie’s were fuller. They even both had dirty blond hair, just Kylie’s was a shade or two darker. It was really scary how much they looked alike. Once they stepped inside, he handed Haven her jacket when she asked for it, thanking her. After she led them into the kitchen and Cameron cleared his throat, silently cheering Kylie to continue on. A hand settled in the middle of her back for reassurance.

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[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... ”Yes, I’m Haven. What do you want?“ Haven did have a rude tone as she said it, just more puzzled. Aside from some friends, there was no reason for anyone to just show up here. And all her friends knew Anthony was coming home today which meant avoiding her home so they could be alone. That meant there really was no reason why anyone should be coming here. Her eyes pulled into together in confusion. Her adoption? That was years ago and she was thrown back into the system eventually. ”Uh sure, come in.” Haven widened the door to let the man and woman in. ”Here I’ll take your jackets. I have some guys doing work with renovating the house so it’s best if they’re put in the closet. Which is half blocked by boxes so I have to squeeze in.” With both their winter gear in hand, Haven stepped around the stack of boxes that blocked the solid wood door. The door hadn’t been properly latched to the main coat closet yet so this was her best option. It was awkward to get everything on the hangers but Haven made it work. After she stepped out and rubbed at the arm which had been slightly pinned during her endeavor. ”I just put some coffee on. Would either of you like a cup?” The gentleman nodded yes and Haven proceeded to pull the different flavor creamers she had out of the fridge. French Vanilla, the holiday specials of Peppermint and Gingerbread as well as the original flavor of creamer. She grabbed the sugar container and put it on the island as well before she looked up at the two for a moment. ”So I’m confused. My adoption was dissolved, what? Nearly sixteen years ago. I don’t understand why you’re here.” Haven was thoroughly confused. When Dan and Amanda had been arrested, her and Gary’s adoptions were dissolved while the Clarkson’s son also went into the system. She knew that Brad was reunited with his mother but outside of that she hadn’t heard anything else. Even her and Gary had lost contact. Honestly, Haven kept them out of her mind. That had been a painful experience for her-gaining parents then losing them. Made her feel even more like a discarded toy. ”Do the Clarksons want to talk to me? Because I don’t think that is wise.” Haven shook her head as she grabbed the appropriate number of glasses and brought them to the island to be put in front of each person‘s seat. It was the only surface with a space clear enough to where the three could sit and talk. Haven had already cleared everything off the barstools and set them on the table. All the large items that were on the counter surface was moved to be placed atop some boxes. After she brought all the creamers and sugar to be placed in front of where they would be sitting just after the coffee had finished. A pot holder was set down so the wood didn’t burn and then she set the pot down before sliding onto her seat. ”Help yourselves to whatever you want. I also have some muffins if you want.“ Her body leaned forward slightly to pull the plate closer before she settled in with her hands in front of her. She looked at the woman, curious as to what was going on. notes: here is house for some visuals- tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!

[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

[/color] She commented as she stared about the place in awe. It had been renovated, yes. But Haven had still managed to keep it's country charm and appeal. It was miraculous. Kylie turned her attentions to her older sister and watched her closely as she moved about the kitchen, grabbing mugs and creamers and the like. She was graceful and beautiful and seemed to have a gentle nature about her. Kylie hoped she would get the chance to know and really grow relationship-wise into the sisters that they were by birth.

Kylie listened to what Haven had to say about her adoption It had been dissolved?! That pained Kylie. To be adopted and than get put back into the system must have been a terrible nightmare, and that was an understatment, she knew. Kylie wanted to know her story, her whole story, right now. But she couldn't burrow into that part of Haven's life yet. First things first. She had to at least get across to the woman that she was her younger sister. Oh um... she began, trying to figure out a reply to the statement, but Haven interrupted her before she could, which in this case, was a good thing, because it bought Kylie more time. The Clarksons? Oh no, that's not it...No they really don't have anything to do with this

Kylie thanked Haven for the coffee and made her cup. Taking a sip helped to steady her nerves. Clearing her throat, Kylie lifted the envelope that had been sitting on her lap and smiling at Haven, withdrew a paper from it and set it on the table in front of her sister. This is....your birth certificate. The paper read her birth name "Lyndy Margaret Stowe" and had all the rest of the usual information, including their mother's name, Donna Stowe. After Haven had looked at it for a moment, Kylie withdrew another certificate. And this....is mine. She placed the second paper in front of her sister, which read "Kylie Bridgit Stowe" along with all the rest of the usual information again including Donna's name.

Biting her lip out of pure anticipation, Kylie looked at Cameron and reached for his hand. She gripped it tightly without even really realizing it and stared at Haven, hoping she would understand and be receptive.[/ul][/size]

[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... Haven smiled warmly as she looked over the rooms. Sure, they were a disaster right now but she was sure once everything was unpacked and placed about, it’d be amazing. The renovations had started back in June so she was impressed with the progress so far. The building wasn’t really run down so most things had been easy. Now was the tedious tasks of painting the place. She wanted to keep a lot of the wood walls and the original crown molding. That meant a lot of little details to paint. One area Haven tackled to paint could take twice as long as normal. But it was fun and very calming. Especially since the wedding planning was at a stand still until they had a date set. ”Thanks. My fiancée and I are enjoying renovating it. Well, redecorating as. I’m not exactly great with tools so it would not be wise for me to do all the renovations.” Haven had a tendency to babble on about things. Growing up in various foster homes, one learned to either talk excessively or not at all. Haven was one who talked excessively. Usually it helped ease the minds of smaller kids as they came in that were scared. Especially the ones who were taken from their parents when they were older. They were the ones who most tended someone understanding around. In the group homes, the older kids took on that role, including Haven. It had humbled her. Sure, she felt sorry for herself when her adoption was dissolved but she had picked herself up. Though her troubles throughout the years had taken a toll. Haven always looked a couple years older then her actual age. The stress of being on her own and starting up her own business hardened her appearance slightly. As Haven arranged everything on the counter, her head tilted just slightly to the left. They weren’t here about the Clarksons? That was the only adoption she had ever been through. ”If not about them then why are you here? Whoa re you?” Perhaps Haven should have started off with asking these two their names. Her adoption and time in the foster care system was a touchy subject so when someone came poking around about it, she wanted to get everything taken care of quickly. As Haven watched the woman fidget around, she made her coffee with some Gingerbread creamer and a dash of French Vanilla for a little extra flavoring. Haven’s lips pursed to blow some air on it, cooling it down some more before she sipped on it. A glance up showed the gentleman drinking his with one hand while the other rubbed at this woman’s back. Haven’s back tensed up. Something wasn’t right… When the paper was placed in front of her, Haven looked it over. Yes, she had seen this many years ago and had a copy but hadn’t given it much thought. The only reason she had sought hers out was for schooling and to open her business. ”Yours…” Haven was confused as to why this woman was bringing her birth certificate. Her fingers set the first one just off to the side while she looked over the new one. Color slowly drained from Haven’s face as she read the information before her. Donna Stowe was listed on Haven’s birth certificate. And Donna Stowe was listed on Kylie’s birth certificate. When she was sixteen, Haven had wanted to change her name from Lyndy to Haven which is what started her finding her birth certificate. She just didn’t have a connection to that name. That and there were a lot of painful memories connected that name… ”I need something stronger then coffee…” Haven slid off her stool and fidgeted around one of the cupboards she just recently filled. Her hand gripped around a bottle of whiskey which she carried with her after grabbing a glass. Yes, Haven knew she had a sister out there but never wanted to go through the torture of trying to find her. With everything else she had through in her life, she didn’t need more heartache. There had already been so much in Haven’s life… ”How did you find me? I changed my first name years ago and haven’t kept in contact with any of my foster parents.” Haven’s voice had a sense of nervousness in it as she now leaned against the counter only a few feet from the island. The island where her sister sat. her sister she hadn’t seen since she was two. The sister she had no recollection of except a very faint memory of sleeping in a bed with their mother. That was it. But the faces weren’t clear in her mind, just the image sat there. She tossed back the last bit of the whiskey, her face screwing up as it went down burning. She normally didn‘t drink it straight but today was a strange day. Haven set the glass aside as both arms went behind her, gripping at the counter. ”Why did you come here?” Haven wasn’t trying to be a bitch or anything but this was a new place for her. She had no idea where to go from here. notes: here is house for some visuals- tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!

[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

[/color] Kylie was handy with needles and thread, but giver her a wrench or a hammer and she'd be a mess.

Kylie watched with anticipation as Haven examined the birth certificates. She prayed her reaction would be favorable, that she'd be excited that Kylie had found her. But than Kylie remembered that Haven might not even have known that she had a sister. This made her so very nervous she was shaking. When Haven said she needed something stronger and went for a drink, Kylie began to think that maybe this hadn't been the best idea.

Kylie cleared her throat and prepared to answer Haven's question. Well...I've been searching for you for a long time....Years. she folded her hands in her lap, trying to keep her nerves at bay. I started when I was 14, after I met our mother...Donna....by chance. She told me about you and I just had to start looking for you....I chased down all these lead and they all lead to dead ends, until this year. I found a record that lead me here to Maine and I went to the town hall and they found your record and and I got your name and then I was able to find your address and stuff from there. Kylie swallowed hard and took a deep breathe. She'd rambled and had been talking so fast, she wasn't sure if Haven was even able to catch everything she said. Kylie hated nerves.

When Haven asked why she'd come, Kylie was at a loss for words. Tears welled up behind her eyes. She placed her hand over her mouth for a moment and heaved a sigh. Slowly she removed the hand and placed it back in her lap. I....uh.... What did Haven want her to stay?! Wasn't it completely obvious?! She'd come because they were sisters. They were sisters by BLOOD, not adoption. Didn't that matter to this woman at all? The tears finally overcame her and she looked Haven in the eye. We're sisters....That's why I came...because I've spent the last 9 years of my life looking for you. Reaching up with her fore fingers, Kylie wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled. I had hoped that you'd want to know me.[/size][/ul]

[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... Haven’s hand came up and she bite down on the tip of her thumbnail. She had no idea her sister would come looking for her. When Haven had found out she had a sister she figured the girl was adopted into a good home. After all, her little sister was just a baby when she was born. Babies were always snatched right up as soon as they were in a foster home. That’s all people wanted. The rest of the kids were just discarded toys. Like Haven. That’s how she went about her whole life being known-the toy no one wanted. Not her-their-mother, her adopted parents, half her foster parents, her ex...No, no one wanted her until now. Now Haven had a successful business she built by herself and a man who wanted her. The two may not have the epic love story shown in movies but it was enough for her. Sometimes, one had to settle for just good enough and the rest would fall into place. Haven kept her gaze down at her wooden floors. She tried to count the knots on the individual boards while she swirled the amber liquid in her glass. Kylie had really done all that, something Haven had been so terrified to do. Her eyes closed with the pain she was feeling. She never thought she would get here. Haven never thought she’d be standing in the same one aware of who her sister was. Long ago she had buried her hopes on ever having a real family until she got married. Haven had lived alone her whole life so it wouldn’t break her heart if she had to continue living that way. Haven sniffled as she gazed back up. She had really been looking hard. It made her wince to hear that she had gotten to know their mother. That was really hard on her. She also felt a shock of pain go through her watching Kylie cry. She hadn’t meant for that to happen, just, Haven was used to being second best, if not third. No one ever wanted her. Haven pushed from the counter and sighed, pulled the stool she previously sat on closer to Kylie. They were kitty corner to one another as she went to sit down. ”I’m sorry this is just all a shock. I mean,” she paused and let out a deep breath of air mixed with a grunt. ”Ok I knew I had a sister but I never looked for you because my whole life, from the day our mother gave us up, has been absolutely awful. I didn’t have the heart to keep looking and just get hurt again. It’s all I’m used to.” She pasted on a tense smile as she reached an unsure hand forward for Kylie’s. She gave it a gentle squeeze, unsure if she should be doing it or not. This was all new territory to her. ”I would like to get to know you but just...be patient I guess?” Haven forced out a chuckle. ”Well we have at least one thing in common. We are both ramblers.” Haven retracted her hand and cleared her throat. ”Would you both like to stay for lunch? I think we have a lot to catch up on.” Though a lot was an understatement. notes: here is house for some visuals- tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!

[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

[/color] Kylie assured her sister. They would go as slow as Haven needed. She knew this wasn't easy for the other woman.

Kylie laughed, sniffling and wiping the rest of her tears away when Haven said they both were ramblers. She was right. Cameron had probably noticed too. Kylie knew she had. It amazed her that they could be separated for all these years, yet somehow still have some of the same personality traits. It was kind neat. Kylie nodded at her invitation to lunch. Thank you she said softly than looked to Cameron, realizing that she hadn't even introduced him to Haven. Oh...this is Cameron...my boyfriend.

Kylie wasn't sure where to begin when it came to getting to know Haven. She didn't want to raise any subjects that would be painful to her sister. Those things were bound to come up eventually, yes. But the first meeting was not the time for it, unless of course, Haven brought it up herself. She decided to start in an area that she thought must be safe. So...Tell me about your Fiancee....What's he like? Kylie hoped she wasn't being presumptuous. Maybe she should have started by asking how long she'd been living in the house or something? [/size][/ul]

[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... If Kylie knew about Haven’s past she’d understand why all of this was so hard. Haven was terrified that Kylie would just one day up and leave her life everyone else in her life. Even the ones who promised to always be there for her, no matter the circumstances. Sure, they were sisters but families didn’t always get along. Her best friend Jesse’s was a prime example of it. Jesse tried hard to keep the peace because she loved her parents but her parents were cruel to her. They never seemed to support anything she did or the people in her life. At least the people that weren’t up to their class standards. Honestly, they weren’t as high class as some people in the town like the Winslet’s or the sports medicine doctor’s family. She often forgot their names but recognized the elder generation as being one that was very wealthy and well respected. But that was off the point. The point was, their mother had put them up for adoption. Her adoptive parents broke the law, leaving Haven to go back to the system. Foster parent after foster parent gave her up for a younger child no matter how much she behaved. The one person she had given her heart to had left without even a goodbye. Goodbye and abandonment was all Haven knew. When Kylie said she understood Haven needing patience she was glad. Haven was one who pushed people away, very few got close to her heart. Louis had been one but he was now gone. His parents were too and they talked but not like they once did. Jesse and a couple of her employees who she considered friends knew some aspects of her life but not all of it. It wasn’t like she told people to leave her alone outright. No, she just did little things like avoid answering their calls or just avoid anything personal at all. Haven would have to learn not to do that with Kylie. With Kylie it had to be different because they were blood. She’d have to find something to remind herself that this woman wasn’t just any other person but someone worth getting to know for both their sakes. Haven grabbed her now cooled off coffee as she thought over what to make for lunch for the three of them. Perhaps she’d just order something. After she had drank back a little chunk of her coffee, Haven set the mug aside and waved at the man. She was glad to put a nap to a face now. ”Hi Cameron.” Despite not knowing Kylie very well she sent a look of approval her way. She recognized him from around town. He worked in medicine as some people referred to him as doctor but that was all she knew. She hadn’t spent her whole lfie here so she didn’t know everyone like others did. Though she was getting to recognize many of her regulars. People buying flowers for their shops or restaurants. The man who liked to pick up a flower for his wife just because it was Thursday. The young girl who got flowers to put on her mother’s grave once a month. Even if she still struggled with their names, Haven was learning their stories. It’s why she also shopped locally for as much as possible. The people who ran each little shop had a story as to why they ran that business. Thankfully Hope Harbor was a community where box stores were banned. They had to remain outside their little town. This town was very much about allowing local businesses to thrive. Haven’s hand encircled her mug as her brow creased, trying to find the best way to describe Clark. Not many people understood him or the nature about him. He was sweet nor a romantic man. He was practical and distant. Still, when with him Haven felt loved. ”His name is Clark and he’s a lawyer. Right now he has to work in Augusta so he mainly stays there instead of traveling all the time. Um, he’s kind of reserved. He’s not one for being around a lot of people and he’s very opinionated. We met when he came to buy flowers for Mother’s Day and he sort of won me over.” That was always the safest way to start things out. Slowly she’d build him up to Kylie so that she’d hopefully look past what most people disliked about him. That is as long as no one ruined it. She shifted her body, her hand smoothing her tunic style top behind her so it didn’t bunch up. ”What about you and Cameron? Did you two meet here or back where you live in...?” Haven trailed that off because she didn’t know where Kylie had been living up until now. Gosh, they really had a lot they needed to get to know about one another. notes: here is house for some visuals- tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!

[CAMERON AIDEN MATTHEWS]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-color: #A9B1B9; border: 10px #1B2836 solid] it‘s amazing, you save me | tag: kylie & haven | outfit | Notes: um the dog tags are his grandfathers? While the two women talked, Cameron just sat back. This was Kylie’s show to run. He had no connection to this woman other then through Kylie herself. If she was cruel to his girlfriend then he wouldn’t hold his tongue any longer. But if she was sweet and welcoming then, well, he had nothing to worry about. Perhaps he could even go nap in the truck while the two spent some time together. Sure, he’d try to cover up saying he had errands to run but really he’d drive a short distance down the road, pull the hood of his jacket up and catch a quick set of Z’s. The coffee Haven had placed before them was the only thing keeping him from passing out on this counter at the moment. That couples with the Five Hour Energy consumed right as he left the hospital would hopefully give him a boost. Maybe a second coffee if it didn’t kick in fast enough. When Haven went for the liquor, Cameron felt a sting for Kylie. He watched her carefully. He could tell she was trying so hard to keep it together. Especially when Haven let out her inquiry as to why they were here. To him he could be gentler about things. Perhaps it was his exhaustion or perhaps it was just her demeanor in general, but he didn’t like the attitude that she presented with. He braced his body on the edge of the stool, the cup a safe distance from him so he could quickly grab their jackets and usher Kylie out if it got ugly. One hand went under the counter to squeeze her knee, hoping to help calm her nerves. He wouldn’t make a move unless Haven said something that gave him reason to or Kylie motioned that she wished to leave. Still, that didn’t keep him from wanting to but it was too early. Thankfully this woman proved them both wrong. When she came over he was genuinely shocked when she reached for Kylie’s hand. Being a doctor, he knew to look for little signs of dishonesty or a symptom one may not normally notice. While he could tell she was genuine, her nervous was writing over her entire body. Cameron pulled his hand back, taking another silent gulp of his coffee while he sat there. Above him he could hear some banging around of the men working in the upstairs rooms. One who was curious with older homes, he wondered what she was doing to the upstairs considering she had done so much to keep the rustic charm on the level that he had seen thus far. Yes, Cameron was tuning them out until he heard his name. He turned his head back when Kylie formally introduced him and smiled. Now was probably a good time for him to try to pay attention. Kylie was determined to have a relationship with her sister so he had to try to have some sort of one with her as well. Most of his female friends who had sisters were fiercely close with them. If the Stowe sisters got that way, he wanted to be in Haven’s good graces. Good graces that Clark was not in his book. Cameron knew exactly who she was talking about as the firm he worked at handled the hospitals malpractice suits. Clark Sevigny. The guy was an arrogant douche and he couldn’t believe that she was engaged to him. The rare times he had gone out of town with his friends he had seen the man flirting with other women, trying to get them to go home with him. He wondered if Haven knew that. More then likely not. They had just met so it wasn’t his place to say anything. For all he knew Haven knew about his, shall we say, extracurricular activities and didn’t care. Some women did turn a blind eye. To keep from saying too much, he downed the last third of his coffee, allowing it to scorch his throat. After he let out a cough to clear his throat, he helped himself to another cup. ”I know Clark. He’s a decent lawyer for just starting out.” Yes, that’s how he would start out. That’s about the only nice thing he had to say about the man.

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[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

[/color] And of course she genuinely was. I hope I'll get the chance to meet him. Kylie didn't know her sister, this was true. But she took an interested in who and what she was and who and what she was interested in. It was strange to be sure, but Kylie already loved Haven, purely on the basis that they were blood relatives. She felt a connection with her sister. Whether it was real or just a mental thing, Kylie didn't know. But it was there none the less, making it real to her, so she didn't care if people thought it sounded weird or crazy.

Kylie gave Cameron a bit of an odd look when he seemed less than amused about who Haven's fiancee was. She wondered what that was all about and hoped it wasn't going to put a kink into anything for any of them. Kylie didn't want anything messing this up or anyone coming between her and her sister. She forgot about the red flag a few moments later however, when they'd moved on to the next subject.

Kylie looked at Cameron and smiled when Haven asked how they'd meant, than turned back to her sister to explain. Well....we met here. At the bridal shop in town. The owner...Brooklyn Sawyer, you might know her...she actually helped me get in contact with the people I needed to, to find you. Kylie shrugged She asked us both to model for her new collection....She kinda set us up....and it seems to have worked. She laughed softly. I'm from Chicago....my parents have always lived there. Kylie explained, feeling bad that she could refer to a current set of parents when Haven could not.

Wanting to switch the subject off of parents, unless of course Haven had questions she wanted to ask about them or parents in general, she issued a different question. Is there anything I can do to help you? Um...with lunch I mean? she clarified. Kylie as always most eager to help and do whatever she could for anyone who might need her assistance.

Wanting to know more about her sister, but not wanting to pry, Kylie continued to do her best to stick to safe subjects. What do you do? For a job? Kylie had often imagined what it might be her sister did. She imagined that she might be a linguist, or perhaps a school teacher? A scientist? A chemist? A doctor? Or maybe even a famous movie star? Someone right under her nose, that she'd always admired? Now she was going to get to find out the answer to all her many musings on the subject. [/ul][/size]

[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... Haven nodded thoughtfully. He was a good man to her. Not everyone’s cup of tea but he was what Haven needed in her life. ”You will. He’s supposed to come home tonight and I’ll tell him about you. Hopefully either this weekend or next you can.” Haven knew it might be premature making plans such as thus when most people left her life fairly quickly but she might as well try to be a little optimistic in this situation. After all Kylie had put all this effort into finding her. It did seem like she wanted to get to know her and perhaps even Clark. Who Cameron didn’t seem enthused on. Haven wasn’t a fool-she recognized that face from many people in her life. She didn’t care as she learned to just deal with it. Most people knew not to say anything to her about it. Unless they were drunk then they tended to slip up. All she did was send a blank stare his way. Haven listened intently to the sort. It seemed cute meeting at Brooklyn’s store like that. ”Well getting to the white gown before the first date I see. I thought guys usually considered that crazy?” She hoped that didn’t come off wrong as she was just hoping to lighten the mood. As her nervous chuckle died down she nodded her head. ”Yeah I know Brooklyn. Who doesn’t? She’s a bit...intense.” The woman really knew how to make herself known. Not that Haven cared as she stayed in her own little shop but it was amusing at times. But it was to be expected since her grandmother was the same way. They both were so sweet even if they were a bit much for some people to handle. Haven did use to be that way-a lot of fun to be around and outgoing-but then she had her heartbroken in college and life hit her in the face. She learned to grow up and move on from that life and her whole attitude shifted. No more playing, late nights or just going out just because. That’s what made Clark perfect for her as he tried to keep her grounded. Haven sipped at her coffee as her eyes went from side to side in thought. She had at least been right to think her sister had been adopted. Probably as a baby. She really wasn‘t sure how to approach that subject yet. It hurt really because her own adoptive parents just let her and the two boys get abandoned in the system. She did wonder hwy no one adopted both Kylie and Haven, then Lyndy. But Haven knew-who wanted a toddler who was throwing temper tantrums for her mother? Haven set the cup down gently as she cleared her throat to move past that. At least for now. Once she felt a little more at ease she would ask about them. Just Haven ahd to gain her bearings. ”Um I’m not sure what I’m even making yet. I usually end up forgetting about lunch. Um I could always order something from DeRosiers? They’ll deliver down out here.” Haven got up to rifle on the counter for the menu as her brow scrunched together. ”Uh I own the floral shop in town. Blossom Haven Floral and Gifts. Which is how I know Brooklyn. I made all the bouquets, boutonnières and corsages for the photo shoot. We promote one another’s businesses on our websites.” Haven’s brow furrowed as she turned to Kylie with a hand on her hip. ”Which Brooklyn is a fool. She knows my last name is Stowe and that I was in foster care. Unless she didn’t know because my birth certificate says Lyndy but still.” She shook her head once she found the menu and brought it over for the two to look at. ”What about you?” Going back and forth with the most basic questions was about the only way they could do this. Otherwise how could they gain any ground? ”So where have you been staying in town? Did you rent one of the costal homes for the off season months?” If Kylie had been that determined to find her it was the only thing that really made much sense. notes: here is house for some visuals- tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!

[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

[/color] She continued to laugh, unable to hold it back. Kylie wasn't sure why she found this particular comment of such hilarity, maybe it was her nerves. But she genuinely found it an amusing comment.

Yah...Brooklyn's a little different...But aren't we all. Kylie mused. She's been very good and very sweet and helpful to me though...and her grandmother. Very nice lady. Kylie simply adored Brooklyn's grandmother. Not having Grandparents of her own, she'd always been fond of getting to know those of her friends. They tended to be sweet and quaint and had the old fashioned values that Kylie held dear. The young lady had learned quite a bit from the older generations. As a tween and a teen, Kylie had always been apt to sit with the adults and join in their conversation, as opposed to the juvenile musings of cheerleading and boys that came from her friends.

Only if you'll allow me to pay Kylie insisted.They'd already shown up on Haven's doorstep unannounced. The least Kylie could do was buy lunch for them all, considering they had probably already inconvenienced Haven enough. She was in the middle of having her house remodeled and she probably had a million and one other things that needed her attention. Yet she was sitting here, graciously giving of her time, in an effort to get hers and Kylie's relationship off on the right foot.

Oh a flower shop. Kylie breathed. I just love flower shops. The fresh scents of all the different cuts melding together into one, glorious aroma...It's almost euphoric, isn't it. Poor Cameron. Kylie didn't expect him to understand this feminine silliness about flower shops and all the rest. But she appreciated that he smiled and gave the occasional nod or small comment, just to let her know that he was still engaged in what was going on. It really was simply amazing of him to put up with all this to support her. She was however growing a little conscious about the time. She knew Cameron was tired and she wanted him to be able to go home and get some rest sometime in the next hour. But at the same time, she didn't want to cut off this visit with her sister.

Kylie thought about how Brooklyn hadn't mentioned Haven. Well...she's been going through a lot of personal battles lately. she commented, giving Brooklyn a little out. But it was rather odd that she'd bee so oblivious that she hadn't been able to put two and two together about Haven and Kylie. Oh well, there was a little more blonde than brunettes wanted to admit in all of them.

I'm a fashion designer...I'll be starting work in earnest on my own line coming up in January. Kylie explained. She didn't going into the fact that the reason why her line wasn't out was because of her search for Haven. She was sure that would come up eventually. But she wasn't going to take the conversation in that direction herself. She'd have felt like she was bragging or something. I interned with Gucci and I did the New York Fashion week and a month in Milan last year...And a few weeks in Paris. It was obvious Kylie loved what she did, and was trying not to talk too much about it.

No...I've been staying at the Inn...haven't really had time to look for a place and I wasn't really certain how long I'd be staying anyways....Brooklyn and her Grandmother offered for me to stay with them....but I didn't want to inconvenience them....they have a lot going on. Kylie explained. She supposed that now she was really going to have some decisions to make. And she was going to have to consult her parents about them. Yah she was twenty-two years old, soon to be twenty-three, and final decisions ere her own. But she still liked to discuss things with the two people who had raised her. She knew they were going to want her to come back and live in Chicago, but Cameron and Haven and Brooklyn were here. She wasn't about to leave all this behind to only come and visit 3 or maybe 4 times a year, if that. It was time for Kylie to branch out and make her own life, separate from her parents. Sure they were always going to be a huge part of her and her life. But their involvement in everyday matters was going to lessen here soon.[/ul][/size]

[HAVEN MARGARET STOWE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/4v3fjd.png);] I would lie & say that you're not on my mind... Though Haven was sharing things with Kylie it would be a long time before she shared everything. The last time she completely bared herself to someone they had broken her completely. After months upon months of being completely broken she decided to never let anyone that close again. Still, Kylie spent years looking for her so Haven could give a little. For now. Though if Kylie ever hurt her like other people had Haven had no issues with shutting her out. That was the only way to protect herself. Usually doing other things helped with that. Perhaps they could have lunches out or go exploring the town together. Haven grinned as she watched the two laugh. Laughter was something that rarely came from Haven’s lips and really hadn’t in the last four years. There were some moments where she’d chuckle but nothing like a full belly laugh. Perhaps one day there’d be something that’d cause her to laugh like that again but right now wasn’t that moment in time. Haven was happy in her lonely little mind. ”Well hey whatever works for you two. If you’re both a little nuts then I guess it equals out and makes you sane.” Haven got about halfway through her coffee before she looked into it. Today was just a bit weird. The sounds of hammers upstairs didn’t help as it clouded up her thoughts. Her hands spun her cup between them. ”True. I just like quiet so me and her are like oil and water in a sense.” She wasn’t always this way. Perhaps with Kylie around things might change. There were times with Jesse bits of the old Haven popped up but not often. She just needed a little push in the right direction. When Haven found the menu she scratched at her chin in thought. ”Uh it’s not a big deal if I pay…” This was awkward as she never really had this fight with anyone before. When Clark was home he preferred home cooked meals so they never ordered in or went out to eat. Whenever she got food she always paid and when out with friends they just split the bill evenly. ”Even so I’m going to tell the guys where I’m ordering from. It’s just easier to place both orders at once. Excuse me.” Plus this allowed her a breather. Haven grabbed a notebook, pen and the menu before she headed upstairs. After she came back downstairs she called DeRosiers before they continued their conversation. ”Yeah I’ve wanted to open one since I was fifteen. I’ve always loved floral arrangements, even just ones I made from random flowers I picked along the fences. It kept me busy since most of the foster homes had a few other kids.” The only way not to go insane was to keep busy. ”You could stop by one day. I’ll be back at work tomorrow.” Haven nodded in sympathy about whatever was going on with Brooklyn. Not like one would know anyways. Brooklyn never seemed to show her emotions to people. The brunette was always trying to get in people’s business but in a good way. Which was good in this case since it brought the Stowe sisters together. ”Oh. Have you always been interested in fashion then?” Up until the last couple years Haven’s clothes came from a thrift shop or were hand-me-downs from older kids in the home. Fashion was ever top priority but more function and price. Haven shifted uncomfortably when she mentioned staying at the inn. Part of her felt like being courtesy and extending her to stay here but Clark would be angry if she did that without them talking first. ”Oh. Do you plan to go back to Chicago soon then or have you just not found a place?” Her tone turned slightly steely as she said this. Haven was always prepared for people to leave so if she put up barriers and got rid of expectations to get to know one another face to face then it’d be better in the long run. Haven was tired of being disappointed by those who supposedly cared. notes: here is house for some visuals- tags: kylie - outfit: click(minus the shoes)!