Who: Amber Wilson & Taylor Johnson What: Twin Reunion When: 8:00 am Wednesday; May 14th Where: Target! Rating EDIT: EXTREMELY Awkward Status: Ongoing ♥
Amber stared at the red bullseye Target logo with a sharp intent. As if she could will the store to open an hour early with the power of her unadulterated desire. Pale hands tucked firmly into the front pockets of her long overcoat. Suitable protection against the early morning chill, but perhaps not as incognito as she would have hoped for considering things. Barely having enough sense yesterday to pack a decent duffle bag with suitable, let alone inconspicuous, clothes for her redeye flight after Jude’s private investigator had finally pulled through. Calling her cell in the middle of her shift at Goodwill on the corner of Rosemont Ave and Sunset St back in Lincoln, Nebraska. Not accustomed to taking calls while at work, or ignoring customers to the point where they felt they had to snap their fingers at her, but since she’d finally gone home nearly three months ago, looking for an extra copy of her birth certificate and found two instead with different names born minutes apart from each other, Amber’s life had gotten a little crazy. And that was saying something considering the ring hiding under her navy blouse on a silver chain around her neck; the weight both humbling in its meaning and value as well as a comfort as she watched a strange city begin to wake up around her.
Green eyes turning away from their near constant vigil on the storefront across the street and to the relatively quiet road. One hand falling from where it had unconsciously risen to rest over her engagement ring, close to her heart, to rest in her lap while the other pulled out her cellphone. Amber forcing herself to take another deep breath as she sat where the early morning metro bus had deposited her. The black screen reminding her that while she’d made the decision to turn the device off, at least until after she’d talked to Taylor, she wasn’t as alone as she felt. The impulse to turn it on and send a text to Jude strong, but after her failed attempt at contacting Taylor last night, not even having the nerve to leave a message when the voicemail prompted it, Amber had just turned it off. Leaving the offensively unhelpful device on the table opposite of the foot of the single bed in her rather small motel room. Both relieved and slightly disturbed at how easily she’d been able to get a room once she’d provided cash, but Amber wasn’t about to let Haven’s quirkier charms dissuade her from her goal. Spending most of the night lying flat on her back on top of her coat over the covers with her legs bent close to her chest, socked feet restless against the wall as her typical insomnia took hold with an extreme vengeance. Barely closing her red rimmed eyes by 3:00 am before her wake up call came three hours later. Mind still racing as much now as it had yesterday about the woman who was supposed to be her sister and had no idea that she was coming.
Amber’s red-tinted lips thinning into a critical line over her own actions thus far as the sidewalks grew busier with the passing minutes. Catching stray glances for her oversized, black rimmed sunglasses and the floral silk scarf she had wrapped over her hair, tied loosely under her chin. Not that she noticed. Her gaze instead straying to a woman coming closer with a sleepy toddler in her arms. Amber immediately scooting over when she realized the woman was going to be waiting for the bus and offering a polite smile as she sat down, the mother gently rocking her child to sleep. The blonde wondered then if Taylor had been that lucky. Had her sister grown up well with a mother that didn’t ignore her for drugs or alcohol? Had she been held when she cried or rocked to sleep at night? The P.I. had offered her a file once he’d found her sister’s number and location, but Amber couldn’t let herself take it. Feeling as if it would be some kind of a small betrayal in a relationship she hadn’t even started to form yet. But she dearly hoped that Taylor had lived well and prayed even harder that she might still have some room left in her life for a sister. Amber not even completely sure what that would all entail, but she was eager for it. Eager to have a ‘good part’ of the family instead of just plain bad.
So she finally stood. Eyes checking her watch to make sure it was really five minutes after 8:00 am and promptly crossed the street. Glad that there were at least a few cars in the parking lot now as she walked into the store. Hand reflexively rising to take off her sunglasses, but she forced herself to stop. Not yet. First she had to find her sister. Find Taylor..................
HER IDENTICAL TWIN?!?!
Amber barely had the sense to duck into the Dollar aisle before the redhead turned to look in her direction from behind her cash register. The blonde’s blood pumping a kick of adrenaline into her system as she waited a minute before creeping back to the edge of the aisle and taking another peek. Amber had never really thought about dying her hair before, but seeing the red locks frame her sister’s, her identical twin’s, face was partly disconcerting. Not sure what exactly she had expected to find when she’d gotten here, but definitely not prepared to see what looked like a mirror image of herself standing idly in Target red and cacky. Amber having to duck back into hiding and look like she was intensely interested in their variety of coupon holders when another customer surprised her into acting more appropriately for her setting. But by the time she took her third peak Amber thought she could see some of the cracks in the mirror. The smaller differences from the way Taylor held herself, to that automatic smile she had on call when a new customer was ready to check out.
Still if this was startling for her Amber realized suddenly that all of this would be double fold for her twin... but she couldn’t turn back now. So Amber straightened her posture, grabbed a random item from the nearest shelf and walked to the cash register. Thinking all the while that she could do this until they were facing each other, Taylor unable to immediately see past Amber’s clever disguise, and everything she’d been planning to say disappeared until all that she was left with was, “I Love Your Hair!”
Oh God. If only the ground were alive and could eat her up right now.