Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. - George Bernard Shaw

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Linda and Kevin had been living in New York for a few months now and things were going fairly well. Linda had been having a little trouble at school with a professor and a student and she was getting upset about it. She couldn't tell Kevin because she was scared but she was getting about sick of it. Today she had broke and didn't know what to do now. She went home early and stayed in the bedroom until Kevin got home.
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Linda looked up when she heard the front door open and close. She got up and went out to the living room.

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Linda and Kevin had been talking a lot since they'd met a month ago. They'd text and talk on the phone every night until almost the morning. About anything really. They were still just friends but there was obviously tension. They'd only seen each other a few times and Linda was getting really busy was work. She only hoped she could see him soon. She was starting to really like him and she even started to miss him. It was silly really, but she did miss him.
Today, Linda had a photo shoot like she had had every day this week. This time it was for a perfume ad and she had to be pretty much completely naked and only a bed sheet would cover her. She always hated these kind of photo shoots and was just happy to be over with them.
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She walked onto set and started on her way to hair and make up. She looked around at the set and spotted Kevin. She gasped a little and called to him. "Kevin!"

New Rp.

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Linda lived and worked in New York City. She'd grown up there all her life and she loved it. She was a model there and also went to school and did an internship at Cosmopolitan magazine. She was young, 22. Her life was going a million miles a minute and sometimes she just wanted a break. Photoshoots all the time and school and traveling. It was a lot. She learned to deal with it some but it was getting harder now.
Linda walked into the building where her photoshoot was for today. She was exhausted from staying up late to get a paper in on time. All she wanted to do was sleep. People rushed to her to start getting her ready. "Guys, can I just have two seconds? Please?" She almost whined. She didn't want to burst into tears in front of everyone but she didn't feel good and wasn't in the mood for this. "I'll be right back, okay?" She made her way to the back and laid down on the couch. She cuddled up into a ball and closed her eyes.
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She was woken up by a guy tapping on her shoulder. "They need you on set.." He was sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
"Who are you?" She asked him tiredly as she ran her hands through her hair.
"My name is Kevin. They really need you out there."
"Do you even work here?" She sighed and laid back down.
"Photographer's assistant.."
"Please just go away..."

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Linda and Kevin had made the decision to move in together. It was a big step but they thought they needed to take it. They picked out a fairly large apartment in SoHo in New York City. Linda already loved it and they hadn't even moved in yet. Huge windows, high ceilings, hardwood floors, it was exactly what she had in mind when she thought of living in New York City. She had decided to go back to school to fulfill a dream of hers. One she'd had all her life. It was nice to be able to lead a semi normal life with Kevin being a rock star and all. He liked it too though. The paparazzi still followed him everywhere but they were different than in L.A.
Today, Linda and Kevin were actually moving in. They were bringing all their stuff and decorating the apartment. They hoped they could sleep here for tonight even if all they had was a mattress and a lamp moved in.
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Linda grabbed a box from the moving truck and started her way into the apartment. She walked in and smiled as she saw Kevin putting a box by the kitchen. She set the box on the floor and walked over to him.

@xoxokatie finally made a set for this xD
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Linda was a little further along in her pregnancy with her second child. She was about 22 weeks along and today she was finding out what the baby was. Kevin was at work and Linda couldn't bring Delilah so she was left with a babysitter that they'd hired a while ago. Linda wasn't too fond of this babysitter for a few reasons. One reason was because Kevin stared at her every time he saw her. She had big breasts and she was thin, no wonder he stared. Another reason was because Delilah started liking the babysitter more than her. She didn't like that at all. Now she was worried that Delilah would forget about her all together.
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Linda got home from finding out the sex of the baby. She walked into the living room where the babysitter, Lea, and Delilah were playing. Kevin walked out from the kitchen with snacks and drinks for the two. Linda looked at him and frowned a bit.

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Linda and Kevin were alright now and everything was good between them. It'd been about a month since they made up and Kevin decided to take Linda on a trip. She wasn't too excited because she had a lot on her mind for some reason, but Kevin thought this would help some. They arrived in France where they'd stay right on the beach for two weeks. Kevin just wanted to make Linda smile because she hadn't in a week or two. He wanted to make her better while Linda just wanted to be left alone. She didn't let him touch her and he couldn't figure out why. He was scare for her.
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Linda got dressed then headed outside. She sat on the beach and sighed a little bit. When would this just leave her alone?

I had to rewrite this because the first draft got deleted :( This one isn't as good as the first one but it's decent I guess. Give me feedback :)
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We laid there, tangled in each other. Intertwined. He moved his hand up the back of my neck. His hands...those that had assaulted every inch of me just hours earlier. He moved his fingers through my hair slowly. It was oddly soothing and I felt myself dozing off until he spoke softly in my ear.
 
“What’s this?” I felt him run his finger over a small spot on my head. I yawned a little and closed my eyes.
 
“I fell off a step stool when I was 16 and cracked my head open. Had to get stitches.” I nodded and yawned again. I felt him lean over me and place a small kiss on my scar. I opened my eyes suddenly and jumped slightly. It was the most affectionate thing he’d done all night. Affectionate wasn't something that happened in this room. This secret room that was hidden from the world. Dark, windowless and...odd. He pulled me into him more and I glanced around this room. My eyes wandered over the pictures that covered these walls. Pictures of women he’d been with before. Naked women. This was a side of him that I should have been afraid of but I wasn't. Yes it was dark and in a way...sadistic, but it was art. It wasn't weird to me because he was a photographer. All photographers have odd traits, right? Now pictures of me would cover parts of the walls. I was his piece of art. I was his. My trance ended when I felt him pull me into him again, picking me up. He covered me with a blanket and started carrying me. Like child. He held me and walked me out of his territory. His labyrinth. I laid my head on his shoulder and he walked me into his other domain. His bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and dressed me in one of his shirts. He laid beside me and pulled a blanket up over the two of us. Pulling me close, he kissed my forehead and my lips. He ran his hands through my hair slowly and kissed me again slowly. He pulled me closer and closed his eyes, saying goodnight to me. Just like that. What have I gotten myself into?
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