Chapter Three: Craftsmen Fair- Sunapee

July came and went and here it was the second week of August. The state of New Hampshire already in cool down after a brief hot spell, funny how 80 degree weather here was unbearable by most and the 60 degree was a pleasant change.

This week probably one of the biggest events in the state was going on. The League of New Hampshire Craftsmen's Fair in Sunapee NH. The League, a collection of juried craftsmen, sells handmade items. It's a big going on here and people from all over the country go.

He walked between the white tents that were shadowed by the ski mountain, Mt. Sunapee. He walked into one of the lodges, the living with Craft collection. He wandered, his hands shoved deep into his track jacket pockets. He admired the beds and art work, all of which impressive yet expensive. He was shocked to find a 1,000 dollar puzzle, but knowing that someone hand carved the pieces and drew the picture, it almost seemed worth it. It was becoming a little much for him so he went back down to the white tents.

He found the first one to the right of him, the Shop at the Fair, maybe he'd find something for Megan. He looked around. There were mink bears, handmade, all of which had their different expressions. He found a 30 dollar cloth bear for Megan, he wasn't about to spend 165 dollars on a bear, for Megan. Then he figured he'd look around for something for his mother.

He found it soon enough, it was a green coffee cup with a little clay frog in the bottom. It was worth the 16 dollars and he also got her a 14 dollar picture of a fall day in Warner, NH. A flame red tree near a barn of the same color, flanked by the mountains in the back. He knew that she felt guilty about this whole thing and he wanted her to know that he didn't blame her.

He waited at the end of a long line. It shocked him at how many people came here and bought this stuff. He looked at the jewelry and thought twice about the mug, but decided that it'd make her smile each time she used it and he knew she needed to smile as much as he did.

He realized when he got to the counter that she was there. That same girl he'd seen at Market Days a month ago. It was clear she remembered him by the way she cast an awkward smile his way as she pulled the price tags off and wrapped the mug up carefully.

"We have one of Edna's bears at home, we named him Minkus." She said softly as she packed the bear into his own bag.

The other girl who had been with her at Market Day's called out her name, they had the have been sisters, the way she rolled her eyes before she answered her.

"Em, we can go take lunch when you're done." She said as she walked up next to her. It was obvious the two were sisters, same dark hair, same face, and the same light eyes. Though the others were blue, hers a shadow of green.

"There you go, have a good day." She said as he said, "Thanks, you too." While grabbing the bags and reading their name tags. –Emerson and Orleanna White.-

Emerson, so this mysterious face had a name. He said it over in his mind, captivated by the unusualness of the name, but if he was correct wasn't that Eva Longoria's daughters name or was it Terri hatchers, regardless, he liked it, he liked her and he hoped that it was some sort of odd twist of fate that she kept showing up.

He had wandered to the actual lodge, exploring the bizarre sculpture garden where he saw Nate necking with some girl on the sky ride. He turned and walked back. Passing Emerson sitting wither her sister, who blurted, a little loudly, "Hey didn't we see that guy at Market Day's." Followed by a 'sssshh.' From Emerson who blushed as he passed her a smile.

For once Drake Parker wasn't playing the over confident male card. He was going to test fate on this one. It was somehow the only way he could let anything make sense anymore. If it was fate that he was the only one that had done, what he'd done that day. If it was fate that had allowed him to be standing here right now, not luck, then it would be fate that Emerson White would be in his life. Luck was always on Drake Parker's side, it was that damn lucky star. It was luck that landed him that gig on TRL or it could have been his own sheer stupidity, or it could have been fate because the events just linked together perfectly, firing his manager, deciding that Josh would be his new manager, and then sending Megan on the wrong plane. It all just flowed and that couldn't be luck, it had to be fate. He didn't bother himself with the difference between luck and fate. He just told himself that if Emerson White were to be in his life that it would be for a reason and he'd wait for it all to work out.

A/N: Sorry these are a little short, I know they are, but I have posted a lot so far so it works. I hope you like this so far. I'm working on Chapter four and that should be up either in a few hours or a few days. Considering I have to read the PoisonWood bible...urgh. Information of LoNHC found and Peace.

-Morgan