The Oklahoma-Texas Line | By : Tansterz Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 3030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
It's a tad on the short side but I promise the chapters get longer
Kelly laughed out loud to herself at the sound of light tapping coming from the outside of her bedroom window, something that she had grown accustomed to hearing over the years. Absentmindedly she lifted the lock up and slid the window wide open before she turned her back to it, pulling her shirt up over her head in the process. Ashley, who has been her best friend since the first grade, cursed loudly behind her as she climbed through the window; falling down hard onto the carpeted floor and knocking a row of her CD collection over with her feet.
“You know, you could just use the front door.” She said pointedly with a laugh before disappearing inside of her closet.
Ashley chuckled at her in response as she came back into view. “And miss out on that exercise? I’m good.”
Shaking her head at her friend she pulled the black shirt she retrieved from inside of the closet over her head and tugged it down, smoothing out the small wrinkles that she was too lazy to iron at that particular moment.
The taller girl eyed her friend’s shirt and made a face. “I thought you were quitting since school is starting back up?”
Kelly glanced down at the Pizza Hut logo printed out on her shirt and shrugged her shoulders. “I planned on it, but then I saw this rad old school Mustang for sale and I figured it couldn’t hurt putting in some more hours at the lovely Hut to save up for it.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you still working at the video store, too?”
She sighed and nodded, moving around Ashley to fetch her name tag off of her desk. “I am, but it’s no big. I’ll be able to balance two jobs and school; I’ve done the whole work and school thing before.” She points out while sticking the pin that’s attached to the plastic part of her name tag through her wrinkly shirt.
Ashley lowered herself onto the edge of Kelly’s bed and watched her struggle with getting her name tag to latch. She pricked her finger and muttered a curse under her breath, gaining a laugh from the other girl at her expense.
“Yeah, I remember when you did that, you ended up having to go to summer school that year because you flunked math.”
Kelly did a short victory dance, more to herself than to Ashley, as the latch on her name tag finally cooperates. “This is true, but that was only one time. I’m perfectly capable of balancing things now.”
Ashley opened her mouth and just as quickly shut it. She knew there wasn’t a need to point out that Kelly wasn’t capable of balancing work and school, the girl already knew that’s what she was thinking.
“You still need to fix my CDs by the way.” Kelly said, easily changing the subject while shuffling back into her closet for her shoes.
A short yet firm knock sounded on the door before it was being pushed open and Kelly’s mom was stepping inside of the room. Kelly stepped out of the closet, stomping her right foot into one of her sneakers, and shot her mom a look from the doorway.
“You almost ready,” She paused when she spotted Ashley sitting on the bed, “Hey Ash,” she laughed as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Kelly placed her hand on the doorway for support and stepped into her other shoe, moving her foot around in it until it fell comfortably into place.
“Actually,” She began, “Ash was going to drop me off, weren’t you Ash?” She finished, smiling brightly at her best friend as she volunteered her for driving services.
Ashley rolled her eyes and waved politely at Kelly’s mom. “Yeah, I’m going to take her. She offered free pizza in return, so I couldn’t pass it up.” She stuck her tongue out at the other girl and tossed her work hat in her direction. Well played Donovan.
She caught her hat and tucked it between her legs for a second to scoop her hair up into a quick pony tail. Missing a few strands of hair she easily tucked them behind her ears before lifting her hat onto her head and adjusting it.
Pumping her fists she let out an enthusiastic, “Ready, let’s do this,” while making her way towards her bedroom door.
Ashley pushed up from the bed and fell into step behind her. She paused in front of her mom who was leaning off to the side against the door frame.
“I’ll be home in a couple of hours, love you!” She kissed her on the cheek and proceeded towards the front of their two bedroom apartment. Contrary to Ashley’s methods, she preferred using the front door.
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