.did. you HEAR ? [jill]

[KIARA TESS LYONS]

* the cry of isolation ,

The sun was still up, but it would soon be falling away and giving up its thrown to the moon. A front door slammed shut quickly and high heels clicked against the marble staircase. “Would you like me to take those miss?” one of the maids asked but Kiara shooed her away with a flick of her hand. Her heart was still pounding and did not seem about to stop. Racing up the stairs as best she could she reached the second floor and ran down the hallway. Taking the third door on the left she threw the bags onto the bed and sat down on the nearby sofa panting. She had been picked up by one of her drivers but had run all the way from the car port to her bedroom. Sure, that was not very far but still, she had done it in high heels. Her hands moved down to her feet and she unclipped the strappy sandals and discarded them on the Persian rug in the centre of her bedroom. The large four poster bed was made up with sky blue sheets, different ones from the sheets that she had left this morning. She gave the blue sheets a puzzled glance, shrugged, and proceeded to walk to her closet.

Opening the large double doors she revealed perhaps one of the largest walk-in-wardrobes known to man. Walking in she looked over the rows and rows of shoes and hangers full of clothes. There was a set of draws in the middle and on top boxes of jewellery and perfume. Almost all her clothes were designer and very, very expensive. It was one of the many perks of being a Lyons girl. Her father was constantly trying to make up for the fact that he was never around so he took to buying her everything she asked for. The clothes were arranged in colour order to the nearest degree of perfection. Her shoes were all aligned in style and then height of the heel and finally colour. It had taken years of arrangement and rearrangement to get everything perfect.

Feeling one of her maids hovering behind her she turned around. “Joanne perfect. I’m leaving in about ten minutes next door; while I’m gone I need you to put all my new clothes into their correct places.” Smiling she swivelled on her heels and walked deeper into the closet. She found a nice pair of denim mini shorts and grabbed them out. They were quite ripped but that was the style. She had received them as a sorry for her dad missing her graduation. Well, he had given her four hundred dollars so that was just one of her sorries for that occasion. She manoeuvred her way to the blue section and grabbed out a light blue t-shirt. Walking back to the denim section she grabbed a denim vest and then reached down and grabbed her light blue thongs.

The clothes were thrown onto her bed as she stripped off and pulled her comfort clothes on. Reaching into her hand bag she grabbed her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses and slipped them on. Walking out the door she waved at Joanna who then rushed into the room. Smiling she headed down the stairs, the thumping of her thongs on the marble floor a comforting change from the clicking of her heels. “Would you like a ride miss?” one of her drivers asked but she shook her head at him. One of the men at the door opened it and she rushed out onto the driveway. It was slightly chilly out but she would not be outside for too long.

The walk was not even one minute long. Kiara took it at a run and barrelled onto the front porch of her neighbour’s house. She knocked her fist against the wooden door, not caring that it was a little painful. “Jill, open up! It’s me! I have news!” Kiara yelled through the door, hoping that Jill was inside. They seriously needed to talk. So much had happened in the past hour that Kiara needed to tell someone about. With her father in the city working the only other person she could think of was Jill. Her mother-figure was one of the best friends she could ever ask for. Her whole life at Fantasia Jill had stepped in to deal with all the temper tantrums and puberty and everything else that came with being an adolescent girl. She was the best, definitely and Kiara could not ask for anyone else.

_{THIS POST IS TAGGED ESPECIALLY FOR JILL AND IT CONTAINS SEVEN HUNDRED FIFTY EIGHT WORDS. THE LYRICS ARE FOUND IN ANIMAL BAR BY RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS. I'D ALSO LIKE TO ADD I'F YOU'RE TRYING TO IMAGINE HER WARDROBE THINK PRINCESS DIARIES + HANNAH MONTANA.}

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[JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] It was often wondered how Jillian afforded the nice two bedroom house she and her daughter lived in. Truth be told she wouldn’t have been able to afford it on her own wage from the day-care centre. When her husband had died, she’d used their savings and his life insurance for the down-payment, and his parents had offered to pay off the rest of the house. Unlike her own parents, his had been wealthy, and figured it was the least they could do. So the grieving widow had once less thing to worry about. Jillian had been unsure at first about accepting such a big thing, but in retrospect she was glad she had. Not having to pay off a mortgage had meant she could focus her money on Ruth’s school, and giving her the best life possible. And they’d had a good life. Jillian was content that she’d done everything she could for her daughter. It was often that Jillian had these sorts of musings. She could be found several times a week thinking about her daughter’s happiness and quality of life. She was sure that wasn’t unusual for a parent. Of course, she couldn’t know for sure if this was normal behaviour, as she only had herself to go by. Sure, she had other friends that were parents, but she didn’t like to admit how much she worried about Ruth. Even if it was normal, the woman knew what the reactions would be from her friends. They’d be quick to tell her not to worry so much and loosen the reigns a little. However knowing that, and doing it was different. For Jill, it was impossible. Ruth was all she had, if anything happened to the girl, the woman had no idea what she’d do. She’d be beside herself with grief, that’s for sure. Shaking her head, Jillian pushed such thoughts from her mind. It wasn’t pleasant to think about. Instead, she focused her mind on the task at hand. The mother had been using her day off work for some rather maternal activities. First, she’d washed, dried and folded the washing. Then she’d cleaned the upstairs bathrooms, Ruth’s and her own ensuite. The afternoon had been devoted to cooking. First she’d prepared a roast for dinner, so all she had to do was place it in the oven later. Then she’d made a cheese cake for desert. Now, the woman was making cupcakes. She’d had no reason to really. Other then the fact that there was no more house work to do and it would be nice for her daughter to come home to a treat. Picking up her knife, Jillian scooped up a generous portion of butter-cream icing and started to spread it over the next cupcake. Hearing the door, Jill placed the cupcake back down on the counter, and the knife back in the bowl. Wiping her hands on the edge of her apron, the brunette smiled to herself as she heard the voice from the front door. Kiara had been her neighbour for years now, and the woman had grown rather fond of the young blond. Kiara had lost her mother, and Jill had been more than happy to step in as the mother figure in her life. Over the years she’d done almost as much for Kiara as she’d had for her own daughter. In fact, it wouldn’t have surprised her if the younger girl had of just walked right in, feeling perfectly at home in the Marcille house. Making her way from the kitchen into the entry hall, Jill brushed her skirt flat. Puilling the door open, the woman smiled. “Kiara!” She greeted, stepping out of the door way to let her in. “Come in, dear. I just made cupcakes, so you can tell me your news over a coffee and a treat.” She spoke as she opened her arms out, ready to hug her surrogate daughter. C O U N T, 655 N O T E S, girlly talk times! O U T F I T, click && click

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[KIARA TESS LYONS]

* i just can't seem to remember ,

The door disappeared from in front of her hand as Kiara was just about to knock once more. Managing to stop her hand just before it hit Jill’s face she laughed and muttered an apology. Grinning she walked inside and turned to give her favourite adoptive mother a hug. Of course, Jill was her only adoptive mother but that did not matter in the slightest, she was the best mother anyone could ask for. Ruth had no idea how lucky she was to have a mother quite like this one. For some reason the young blonde could not stop herself from smiling. Although the day on the whole had not turned out to be exactly what she had had in mind that morning it was still a great day and she was simply beaming with excitement and happiness. This was why she was there, to share all the brilliant news of the day.

Walking into the kitchen like it was her second home – which it was – she took a seat at the counter and looked delightfully at the cupcakes that rested there. Swivelling on her chair she turned back to smile at Jill. “A cupcake would be great but you know how I get with coffee.” Kiara grinned, vaguely remembering the time that Jill had offered her coffee when she was younger. Kiara had gone absolutely mad and she had managed to take Ruth down with her. They had run throughout the whole of Kiara’s large house and ridden down the large marble stairs on mattresses from one of the spare rooms. Unfortunately that had been on one of the nights were Benjamin had made it home. No need to say that it had certainly not gone too well. Although both of the parents had gone into another room to discuss what had happened Kiara was ninety per cent sure that Ben had given Jill a stern talking to when in reality no one had known what was going to happen.

Looking back at Jill she wondered if her dad had been terribly mean to her. Kiara’s father was not the most forgiving but it was not like he was around to oversee important events in her life anyway. It was always Jill who had been there. When she finally graduated from high school, when she got her driver’s permit, each of her birthdays. It was always Jill that came to everything and yet Benjamin had not been to anything of great importance. There was always some meeting or business trip or too much work that stopped him from going to anything that ever mattered to her. Which was why Jill was such a great person. Even though Kiara was not even her own daughter she still found time for all of those things. Jill found time to go to Kiara’s birthdays and still have time to go to Ruth’s. How was it that Jill could have so much time for two people when Ben had no time for even one?

The smile had faded but she made an effort to work it back up again. “Guess who I ran into at the mall today?” she asked, the words spilling out of her mouth. She did not stop to breathe but instead continued on with her news. “Well, technically he ran into me, well, not literally but whatever. Anyway, so I was at that little coffee shop in the corner reading a book and this guy says my name. I look up and none other than Kaleb Leandros is standing there. I was like, wow. It was seriously strange ‘cause I have not seen him in years and I hardly recognised him. But he still knew who I was. It was seriously weird but cool in a way.” Kiara was speaking very quickly but she did not care. It was usually what happened when she became excited about anything. Besides, Jill would be more than used to it by now.

_{THIS POST IS TAGGED ESPECIALLY FOR JILLIAN AND IT CONTAINS SIX HUNDRED SIXTY WORDS. THE LYRICS ARE FOUND IN AMAZING BY JOSH KELLY. I'D ALSO LIKE TO ADD SHE TALKS JUST LIKE ME.}

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[JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] After hugging her surrogate daughter, Jill moved to close the door behind her. Following the blonde through the front all back to the kitchen. Moving to the sink, Jill pumped two drops of hand-wash into her own hands. Turning the tap on and washing her hands. She knew it was probably a little un-necessary, but still, she liked to always handle food with clean hands. Jill was all about hygienic food preparation. She guessed it stemmed from her over-worrying of her daughter’s well being. She’s always fussing over Ruth, worrying if she’s eating right or if she took a jumper and an umbrella. It was more than that though, she made sure all of Ruth’s food was prepared correctly, and that she didn’t eat too much junk. She didn’t go so far as to only by completely organic foods and never let a preservative pass Ruth’s lips, but she did try to maintain her diet. Turning the tap off, Jillian turned back to Kiara. Smile on her features. She did in fact recall the last time Kiara had consumed coffee and how both the girls had been completely off the planet. Ruth didn’t need any help being hyperactive so it hadn’t surprised the mother much. In fact, she’d been more mildly amused then annoyed at the girls. They had been enjoying themselves, and although the mother had been worried they’d hurt themselves, she was more content for them to be doing that then the other things teenage girls got up to. The worst part of that night was Kiara’s father’s reaction to it all. While Jillian had tried to reason with him, she was far too soft spoken to really stand up to his ranting. Not that she’d been upset by it. She had just sat quietly and let the man bluster and carry on. It really made her feel for Kiara. “Yes, perhaps Coffee isn’t a good idea.” She agreed with a gentle smile. “Hot chocolate then.” With a nod, Jill set about putting together a hot chocolate for the younger, and a coffee for herself. Listening to Kiara talk as she fussed over the coffee maker. “Kaleb? Wow.” Jillian mused, as she made her way to the pantry to plop three marshmallows into the hot-chocolate before setting it in front of Kiara. Then placing one of the already iced-cupcakes besides her mug. “What happened? What did he say? Is he cute?” Jill raised an eyebrow as she took a sip from her own mug, before picking up her knife and continuing to ice the left over cupcakes. She was used to girly talk, and was actually interested in Kiara’s story. Smiling, Jill focussed her eyes on the cupcake she was icing. Now this was actually very interesting. She hadn’t heard the young girl talk about the boy in quite a while, and was rather curious to know where there relationship would go now that they were older, and for the most part grown up. Finishing that cupcake she set it aside to sip from her mug again. Eyes resting on the blonde expectantly. C O U N T, 515 N O T E S, awww she's all excited, cute O U T F I T, click && click

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[KIARA TESS LYONS]

* i never like him ,

Grinning at her adoptive mother she nodded happily in response to the idea of hot chocolate. It was definitely a safer option for the both of them. Kiara knew that they would both want to avoid a repeat of last time so she simply agreed to take the safer route. She watched Jill prepare her hot chocolate and make a small amount of fuss over that stupid coffee machine. It was a little old really and Kiara thought it was getting a little dodgy. She put it in her memory to get the Marcille’s a new coffee machine for Christmas. Of course, being Kiara she would get them the most expensive one she could find on the market. Perhaps shipping one out from England would be a great idea. Although she did vaguely remember that Jill did not like her spending too much money on her. Still, they were practically family and family deserved to be spoilt. She would also have to suss out what to get the little Ruth.

Nodding to herself she grinned at the hot chocolate in front of her, marshmallows bouncing on top. Jill knew her far too well. She took a small sip, noting the fact that it was indeed hot. The questions flew out of the older woman’s mouth and Kiara smiled. Sighing she tried to remember the whole events of that afternoon in her mind. It was so hazy really, just a blur of talking and shopping and, oh yes, shoes. He had bought shoes. But so had she. Anyway, why was she remembering those kinds of stupid things? The point was not what shoes he bought but what he had been like and all that jazz. It was just so confusing. She hadn’t seen him in basically ten years and now here she was expected to spill everything. Of course, being the young adult that she was, Kiara was more than happy to spill everything. But she really hadn’t had time to process everything first.

“It’s strange,” she muttered, starting off shakily. “Like I said, I was at that little coffee shop and he just came and recognised me so we sat down and started talking. Skipping the second question for a small second I’ll get to your third one. Cute? That’s an understatement. I mean seriously! Last time I saw him he was six and I was hardly interested but I mean, tall, dark and handsome does not even cover it. But it’s not like I would go for that or anything.” Kiara paused for a moment. That last remark was pointless. Jill would have known from the high school days full well that tall, dark and handsome was Kiara’s description of her dream man. So really, she was not fooling anybody with that remark at all. “But he’s still the same. I mean, he’s totally work obsessed. I think I’m gonna have to teach him to have fun again.” Rolling her over made up eyes she shot an over exaggerated annoyed look in Jill’s direction. Then, she took a sip of her hot chocolate, waiting for the other woman’s response. Of course, she waited for the lecture about how she should be accepting blah blah blah. But maybe that one would not come just yet.

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T A G jill marcille
C L O T H E S click
L Y R I C S in the summertime by thirsty merc
N O T E S she totally loves him, she just doesn't know it}

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[JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Jillian felt a little rude, icing cupcakes while the girl was talking. However she really didn’t have a whole lot of choice. She wanted to get the icing on before it set, and because un-workable. Which it would if she put it in the fridge. And since it was butter-cream icing, leaving it out also wasn’t an option. The central heating that was turned up in the Marcille house would surely aid in the melting process being all the more faster then it needed to be. So, while the younger girl talked, Jill iced, making eye-contact and nodding every so often to make sure the blonde knew she was listening. It would have been even ruder to carry on with her task as though Kiara wasn’t there. The last thing Jill wanted to seem was disrespectful or uninterested because she was actually very interested in what her younger counter-part had to say. A soft smile tugged on her lips as Kiara skipped to the third question. After all, to a girl her age, it was the most important, right? Even the most un-shallow a girl liked to dish about if a guy was good looking or not. Jill could remember her own teenage years, talking about cute boys. Though, she didn’t talk as much as her friends being that for the most part of her high-school life she had a solid boyfriend and by the time she was Kiara’s age she was married. Still though, she could remember how it felt. It was half the reason she had gotten married so young. When you’re a teenager, everything is so intense, and every love feels like the first and last. Jill was just lucky that her own worked out, because for some people, the passion fades and you realise you haven’t made the wisest choice. If the conversation were a competition, scored on word count alone, Kiara would win. She always would. It never stopped amusing the older woman just how much Kiara could talk. Though it didn’t surprise her. Her own daughter could be a little chatter-box from time to time. Once Kiara had finished, Jill put down her knife. Thoughtful for a moment. “Well,” she started slowly. “If anyone can help him relax a little, it’s you.” She said with a nod. Bringing her mug up to take a drink as she thought how to continue. “But dear, even though it may be a good idea for him to have more fun, it’s a good idea to remember that we need to accept everyone for who they are. It won’t be very positive for him if he feels like you need him to change, and don’t like who he is.” Getting up, she moved around to kiss Kiara’s forehead. “Oh, and of course he couldn’t be your type.” She gave the girl a playful wink, and she moved to the cupboard to get out some sprinkles for the cupcakes. “Why don’t we invite him over here for dinner one night? I’ll invite Mr. Tigg too, so Kaleb doesn’t feel surrounded just by girls..” She asked, over her shoulder. C O U N T, 519 N O T E S, it's okay, jilly will help her see it O U T F I T, click && click

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[KIARA TESS LYONS]

* and we live beneath the waves ,

Grinning, she watched her surrogate mother as she talked, lecturing her on how she should react to the situation. Nodding her head slowly she listened as carefully as she could. In a way Jill was right but Kiara just could not see it. I mean sure, Kaleb was gorgeous and she didn’t want to change him in any way. She just wanted to make sure that he was making the most of life. He would pass his exams hands down and everyone knew that. He just needed to be able to relax too and to have some fun. Of course, Kiara would deal with that soon enough. If anyone knew how to have fun it was her. Sure, the money helped but that was not the only thing. She knew every single fun place in the city. Whenever she was having a bummer of a day she knew exactly where to go for some pick-me-ups. There were the good places, and the great places. Many of them she only shared with her closest friends. So all in all the only people she let in on her secret were Leo and Malachi. Only Leo already knew all of those places and Malachi spent half the time telling her to be careful.

Smiling as Jill kissed her forehead she laughed at the next few words. She was about to speak again when Jill mentioned something that she did not think she would hear. Grinning she decided to start at the top. “I see where you’re getting at Jill and I don’t want to change him. I just want to teach him to have some fun. I mean at the moment it’s all studying. I just want to help him relax a little.” She stopped and smiled up at the older woman. She hoped that Jill would be able to understand where she was coming from. Nobody wanted to go out with someone who was totally uptight and studied all day. Not that she was suggesting they date or anything. Shaking her head she cleared the thoughts.

“Oh, and since when do I have a type?” Kiara muttered accusingly although by her tone anyone could tell she was joking. Laughing a little she turned her mind onto the last question asked by her favourite mother. “That’d be awesome. I mean, I’m sure he would love to meet my family.” Kiara wondered if Jill minded her calling the Marcilles family. Of course, it was more like the Marcilles plus Tigg. Ah, Earnest Tigg. Funny story that one was and one she was sure Jill knew of too. Grinning she decided to sail across some dangerous waters. “Why do you call him Mr Tigg? I mean, you’re totally not fooling me Jill. I know how you feel about him. And you know it’s okay to be in loooooooove.” Kiara was acting very childish but that was just her way. She laughed and looked over at Jill watching for her reaction.

The young girl really did love her other family. Jill was the most amazing mother anyone could ask for, and that was probably because Kiara had never really met her own mother. Still, she was truly a saint. She was the best baker of cupcakes in the whole universe and that was not an exaggeration. Ruth was cute to say the least. She was always so bubbly, which was why she and Kiara got along so well. She was absolutely adorable they had so much fun together. Earnest was the father of the family. He wasn’t really but he was practically the father anyway. He was so sweet with Ruth and even with Kiara. Although she often feigned idiocy she knew exactly what was going on between Tigg and Jill although Tigg would kill her if she mentioned anything. For some reason Ruth remained oblivious to everything so of course Kiara kept it a secret. She just wished that Jill and Tigg would hurry up and get married or something. I mean really, they were absolutely perfect for each other. Someone was going to have to take action soon or she would.

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T A G jillian
C L O T H E S click
L Y R I C S yellow submarine by the beatles
N O T E S sorry for the wait nikki}

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[JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Of course Kiara had a type. And Jillian was very much aware of that type. She’d witnessed enough of the blonde’s dating patterns to figure that out. Not to mention listened to her talk about the sorts of guys she liked. From the brief description Kiara had given of her now grown up childhood friend, it was very plain to see that he was just her type indeed. Even the need to see him have fun was the sort of thing Kiara was drawn to in men. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like to an on-looker like Jill. In fact, seeing them interact as children had made Jill wonder if they’d end up together. Then, that could be more the mother’s desire to see a child fall in love and be happy. She’d pictured Ruth marrying her little friends plenty of times. She just wanted to see her girls happy, that was all. Nodding, she felt herself smile gently. “I understand, dear. I know you just want to help him loosen up. That’s part of what makes you a lovely young woman. I just don’t want to see you get yourself set up to be disappointed. Sometimes people don’t want to change and resist it. Now I’m not saying that Kaleb will be one of those people. I just want you to be careful, and not get disappointed if he doesn’t want to loosen up. Just support him for who he is, and be there for him if he decides he is ready to relax a little.” She gave the girl a gentle smile. While Jillian could be a romantic about some things, the experiences in her life had caused the woman to keep it practical when it came to expectations and protecting your heart. Perhaps a little too practical, some would say. She had been about to start discussing plans for the family dinner- yes, she considered Kiara her family just as much as Kiara considered them family, when the younger girl had started to talk about Mr. Tigg. Jillian froze by the cupboard door. Heart beat picking up. This wasn’t usually a subject she would discuss with Kiara. Her love-life, or really lack of one. However the childish teasing had caught Jillian off guard. How many other people considered them to be in love? Jillian bit her lip, considering this. She supposed if she tried she could shrug it off as just societies view on relationships. If you were close to a man, then you must be in love with him, or something like that. Kiara, however, witnessed the relationship first hand, so where was she getting all this from? Was she teasing, or did she really think they were in love? Biting her bottom lip, Jillian turned to face the younger girl. Frown on her features. “Kiara...” She started, swallowing. It wasn’t often that Jillian found herself flustered, but now was one of those times. Even her cheeks were flushing. “Earnest and I..” she started again, failing at finding a way to finish. “We aren’t.. It isn’t. He’s just..” Nothing she started to say was coming out right, and the woman wasn’t sure how to explain herself. “It’s just, not that way with Earnest and I. I love him.. As a friend.” She tried to explain feebly. “He’d make a wonderful husband... but..” C O U N T, 558 N O T E S, arg i suck i'm sorry O U T F I T, click && click

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