Kinsley loved books, constantly reading something new whenever she got out. She hated where she lived, and wanted a new adventure. When she turned 18, she left America for England, and landed in London. Her plan was to open a book store, which is what she had always wanted to do. For three years, she worked her butt off to get enough money to lease a place for her store and to fill it. She put a down payment on a place and named it [b New Chapters]
Kinsley was so happy to be living her dream, and it seemed to be doing really well. She was so busy working, she hadn't much time to date. Her friends had set her up on dates all the time, but no one clicked with her. But that changed when [b he] came in. [You] are famous around these parts, everyone always asking for pictures or autographs. [You] ran into Kinsley's store to ditch the paparazzi just as she was closing, and ended up looking around. Kinsley and [You] bumped into each other, and because Kinsley didn't recognize [You], she started a conversation. [You] came back everyday right before closing, just to see Kinsley. Kinsley had no idea of his fame, and he really didn't want her to think differently of him. They end up exchanging numbers, talking all the time. They go out a few times, but he always presses to go to her place or the bookstore after hours. He didn't want to go out, in worries of being seen, and he didn't want to go to his place, because she would know he was rich/famous from looking at it.
Kinsley asks him to help her stock the store early one day, and he agrees. People come in, and flock around [You]. She finds out everything, and kicks everyone out. Will he be able to make it up to her? Will there chapters be over?
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Ian Taylor was twenty one living in London, England. He was rich, a famous musican, he had everything that he could ever want. Except he didn't. Growing up, he was the poor boy bouncing from house to house. His Mother had done everything she could to give him a stable home, but her idea of stable was boucing around from Friend's spare bedrooms. When he was sixteen, his mother had finally saved up enough to buy a two bedroom home. It was a little cottage outside of the city. It was his favourite place in the entire world, his esacpe. But life couldn't stay happy forever, could it? His mother died of cancer that she had been hiding when he turned seventeen. Somehow he convienced the court that he could take care of himself.
When he was eighteen, his music career took off. He was the best musician that London had seen in years. He loved playing the guitar, but people loved his voice more. He was a jack of all trades. He loved rapping, but also rock and some country. It was hard being this famous, so young. He had a four bedroom penthouse in London, but he found himself escaping to the cottage on the outskirts every once in a while, seeking peace from the paparazzi.
He was out roaming the city, just trying to be normal for once. He thought he was doing a swell job of hiding from paparazzi. But they were following him. He ran into a store that he know of, seeking shelter. He looked around, seeing that it was a bookstore. [b "Woah."] he muttered. He looked up when he heard a woman's voice. [b "I'm Ian.."] he said, he was flabbergasted. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Kinsley watched into her flat, kicking her flats off at the door. That was probably the worst blind date she had ever been on. The guy called her the wrong name about 7 times, told her how she'd "look better" if he got her nose fixed, and then asked when they were gonna 'get outta here and do it in her car'. She fell back onto her couch, sighing. "Why is every guy such a dick?" she said to herself. She got herself ready for bed, a pair of shorts and a tank top. She tied her hair up in a bun, washed her face and brushed her teeth. She laid back on her bed, sighing again, "Tomorrow is a new day, maybe it will be really good!" she said, and quickly falling asleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BE- The alarm next to Kinsley was turned off. 8:30, perfect. She took a quick shower, and dried her hair quickly. She did her makeup, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, blush and a pink lipstick. She put her glasses on her face, and smiled. She went over to her closet, pulling a black shirt that hugged her figure with long sleeves, a floral skirt, black tights and a pair of oxford shoes. She tossled her hair in the mirror and went made a tea, grabbed her bag and headed to New Chapters.
New Chapters was a cute bookstore, new and used books, in the center of town. She had a few regulars, and at least one new person would wonder in. She had some couches where people could also sit and read, which people loved. The windows were tinted, so people couldn't see in unless the came in. Kinsley turned the sign so people could see it was open today. She started setting up a new display for some romance novels for Valentines Day coming up soon. She also had a poetry display, with everything from Shakespeare's love sonnets to Edgar Allen Poe's The Mask of the Red Death. She had a wonderful day helping a teen find a new book, an older women find a self-help book, and a little boy find a new dinosaur book. It was close to closing and no one was in the shop. She decided to go through the aisles and put some stray books away, she heard the bell on the door go off. She would meet up with whom ever that was soon enough, she wanted to get these books away. She wandered around and saw the person who came in. "Oh, hello. Do you need help finding something?" Kinsley asked, fixing her glasses. "Oh, I don't think we've met, I'm Kinsley Hardell. I own New Chapters." she put her hand out for him to shake it. "What is your name?" she asked. She loved getting to know new people, especially if they were to become regulars.