Friday had come and David was taking the kids for the day. Erin was more then happy to have the kids at house. She loved having them around. Kyra on the other hand was cleaning like mad. She didn't know this person, but wanted the house ot be clean. She even made lunch for this person. Pierre luaghed at how crazy Kyra was being. He didn't get why it was so important to her that the house be spotless.
"Ok, I'm gonan go change. I smell like bleach. Your wearing that?" She asked. Pierre had on a Black t-shirt that said The Used and a pair of jeans with holes in the ass.
"What's wrong with it? I'm comfy." He said rasing an eyebrow.
"Your hopeless!" She said as she went to get changed.
"I am not! I'm just not going put on a suit for people we don't know!" He called after her.
"Just change the jeans and don't roll your eyes at me!" She bellowed as he infact did roll his eyes.
"How the hell did you know?" He said walking into their room.
"You always do when I tell you to change your pants." She said as she took a record shower and pulled out her dark blue jeans and her Plain White T's shirt.
"It'll be fine honey. Just relax." He said as he kissed her.
"I'm just nervous." She said.
"I understand in some odd way. Not sure how, but I understand. You need to relax. Your gonna be fine. I'll be there with you." He said as the doorbell rang and Polly began to bark like mad.
"Oh god!" She said as she looked inthe mirror.
"You get dressed. I'll go get the door." He said as he went to get it.
Pierre pushed Polly away from the door and opened it, holding on to her collar. A woman no older then Kyra stood there. She had blonde hair pulled into a pony tail and a NoFx shirt on.
"Hi......is this the Bouvier home?" She asked.
"Yes......who are you?" He asked.
"I'm M. Porter, well Misty Porter. I'm here to see Kyra." She said.
"Your M. Porter?!" He tried to hide the shock in his voice.
"You were expecting someone older right? My husband is parking the car." She said.
"Please come in." He said holding Polly.
"Nice dog." She said as he husband walked up.
"The car's down the street. Only place to park." He laughed.
"Mr. Bouvier, this is my husband Kyle. He's the one who called you and called the house before." She said.
"Call me Pierre and this is my wife Kyra." He said as Kyra walked down.
"Nice to fineally meet you. I Know this is all very odd. I should probally explain huh?" Misty said.
"Ky this is Kyle and Misty Porter." Pierre said.
"Nice to meet you." She said as they went into the livingroom. Polly laid right next to Pierre's feet.
"I'm not a stalker. I just want to get that out there. I found out about a missing child online one day. I printed out the articals. The family is still looking for her today. The mother had taken the little girl to the mall for school clothes. The mother had told her older child to make sure that she was ok and that nothing happened. Only the store they were in was very crowded and the little girl wandered away. The mother was in histarics when the police showed up." She explained.
"What does it have to do with me though?" Kyra asked.
"When did you move here to Canada?" She asked.
"When I was 3. I don't remember anything before that. I talked to my parents and they said I was adopted, but not legaly." She said.
"That's what I thought. I did some searching and I found out that you were adopted about 2 weeks after this girl went missing. They family is still hoping that one day they can find her. I think this girl may be you." She said.
"Why though? I mean why do this?" Pierre asked.
"Well I work part time as a private investagort. My father was in charge of this case when it first hit. I went thorugh his old files and found htis case. It peeked my intrest and when I saw you on Tv a few years ago you reminded me of the girl in the photo. When I saw you again, when you had your daughter.....MTV showed it. I saw the photo they had of your daughter and I knew there was something there. Your daughter looks like the little girl." Misty said.
"You can't be sure I'm that girl." She said.
"How old are you? 24?" She asked.
"Yes......" She said looking at Pierre.
"11 years ago......" She told Kyle.
"It fits." He said looking at her. He puleld out his laptop he had brought in and pulled up the photo of the little girl.
"What are you doing?" Kyra asked.
"He's using a program to age the little girl 11 years." Misty said.
"Ok what I don't get is why you contacted us." Pierre said.
"I wanted her to find out for sure if she was adopted." She admited.
"Well I did. I'll be right back." Krya said as her phone rang.
"Look I just want to say this now. I don't want my wife getting hurt. I don't want her gtting her hopes up and then have them being crushed by something that may or may not be true. I won't let that happen." He said.
"That's why we waited for so long to contact her. We wanted to be sure." Misty said.
"Look, just don't get her hopes up unless your sure." Pierre said.
"We wont." Kyle said. Kyra walked out and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Pierre asked.
"We have to go pick up Jayson. He just tried to paint Moe." She said. Pierre had to fight back his laughter.
"Why or how would he do that?" He asked.
"Well Seb had been over there earlier and dropped some paint off for David to use to paint the baby's crib. Well David left it out with the paint brushes and Jayson thought it was ok to try and change the color of the dog." She said.
"Oh god." Pierre laughed.
"Sorry to cut this short, but we have to get our children. Maybe we can do this some other time." Kyra said.
"We understand completly." Kyle said as they said their goodbyes as he put his laptop up.
They left the house and Pierre looked at Kyra.
"Did Jayson really try to paint Moe?" He asked.
"No.......I just freaked out. That was my mom. She gave me the name of the man who handled my adoption." She said.
"Well we have something to work with now." He said.
"Yea........but I'm worried about what I'll find." She said.