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Best Days Of Our Lives	By : classic06 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 14130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"So can I wear shorts too?" Carrie asked as she drove to her house.
"No," Kelly laughed. "It's just extremely hot in those choir robes. I'd be sweating up a storm in anything else."
"So not fair," Carrie shook her head as she pulled into her driveway. "You're gonna be ok in here by yourself?"
"Um, is your mom here?"
"Yea," Carrie replied, noting her mom's car in the garage.
"Actually, I'd rather stay with you if that's ok."
"Yea, sure," Carrie nodded. "Come on."
Kelly got out of the car, following Carrie closely into the house and straight up the stairs. Carrie stopped at the top to open the door, causing Kelly to run straight into her.
She laughed, making sure the shorter girl had her balance, "You ok?"
"Yea."
"She doesn't bite you know, my mom."
"Yea, but I'd still rather not run into her," Kelly replied, following her into the room, closing the door behind them.
"Why?"
"Call me weird, but I rather not have someone make me feel like a piece of trash."
Carrie winced before turning around to face her, "Kelly, she doesn't think of you that way."
"No, just like some bum off the street," Kelly rolled her eyes, as she walked past her to sit on the couch.
"Ok, in the past couple months that I have known you, I have never seen you once care about what someone else thinks of you, so why is this bothering you now?"
"That's not true. I care about what my friends think," she pointed out.
"Alright," Carrie smiled, sitting beside her, turning her so that they were facing each other. "I don't think you're trash."
Kelly eyed her skeptically.
"Ok, so you aren't the richest person in the world...who cares? I sure as heck don't. It's not like we're the freaking Rockefellers over here. None of that matters to me. All I care about is that you're a great person, and you make me laugh, and I love hanging out with you, ok?"
Kelly nodded.
"And I'm you're friend, so what I think matters, so listen to it."
"Alright," Kelly laughed softly.
"Good," Carrie nodded, standing. "I'm gonna go change. You sit tight."
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"So is this ok?" Kelly heard Carrie's voice as she emerged from the bathroom.
She looked up from the magazine she had been reading to find Carrie standing there in knee-length flowy skirt and a simple blouse and sandals.
"You look great," Kelly replied honestly.
"Thanks," Carrie smiled.
"You ready to go?
"Yea, let's go," she nodded as Kelly stood, following her to the door and down the stairs.
"Carrie?"
Kelly fought the urge to cringe at the sound of Carrie's mother's voice calling from the living room.
Carrie sighed, whispering a "Sorry" as she walked into the room to find her mom sitting in her favorite chair, reading the newspaper. Kelly stayed close to her side.
"Where are you going all dressed up so early?" Carole asked. "Church isn't for another hour and a half."
"Kelly invited me to go with her this morning, Momma."
"You're going too?" Carole raised a curious eyebrow, studying Kelly's outfit.
Kelly bit her tongue.
"She's in their choir," Carrie explained.
"So you're a singer too?"
"Yes ma'am," Kelly nodded.
"She's really good," Carrie added. "Like really good."
"Really?" Carole smiled a little too sweetly for Kelly's taste.
"Um, haven't made anybody's ears bleed yet," Kelly shrugged.
"I'd say. One weekend she was bored and decided to try out for the all-state choir...and she made it. That's huge," Carrie smiled.
"Who told you that?" Kelly asked, turning to her curiously.
"Some girl in choir," Carrie replied, making Kelly laugh softly, shaking her head.
"Well, that's really something," Carole nodded. "Alright. Well, I'll see you after church then."
"Actually, I was going to have lunch with Kelly and her parents."
"No, you will be here to have Sunday lunch with your own family."
"But Mom, I already told them."
"And your Dad was really looking forward to this lunch. You know he likes getting to sit down and talk with you over a nice meal."
Kelly could see the guilt in Carrie's eyes as she turned to her.
"Kelly, is it ok if I take a rain check?"
"Of course," Kelly nodded. "It's no big deal. It's just food."
"Just food?" Carrie raised an eyebrow. "Since when is it just food to you?"
"Hey now," Kelly laughed.
"You had better get going girls," Carole cut in. "You don't want to be late for the service. That's disrespectful."
"Yes, Mom," Carrie nodded.
"It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Underwood," Kelly grinned broadly.
"You too, Kelly," Carole nodded through a thin smile.
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"I think she's warming up to me," Kelly nodded as they walked into the choir's changing room in the church.
"My mom?" Carrie asked.
"Yea, I mean, she didn't try to arrest me or anything. That's gotta mean something, right?"
Carrie forced a smile. The sad thing was, she knew the Texan wasn't being sarcastic for once, "Yea, I think she may be."
Kelly smiled back before turning to the choir robes that were hanging on a metal rod.
Carrie's smile grew as she watched her grab what was easily the shortest robe.
"So how do I look?" Kelly asked, zipping up the robe and placing the golden stole over her shoulders. "Totally cool right? I know, it's ok to be jealous. Not everybody can pull off this look, but I've definitely got it."
Carrie laughed, shaking her head, "You've definitely got something, that's for sure."
Kelly grinned broadly as Carrie stood up, straightening the stole for her. "What's up?" she asked, noting the look on the taller blonde's face.
"Nothing," Carrie shook her head.
"Liar."
"It's just...I'm really sorry."
"About what?" Kelly asked curiously.
"My mom. You are seriously the last person in the world that deserves to be treated like that. I mean, you're like the sweetest thing ever."
Kelly laughed, "Well, that's not true, but thanks. And it's ok, about your mom. I'm fine. She was probably just having a bad morning earlier. It's no big deal."
Carrie looked at her, shocked. "Are you serious? You can't tell me you've already forgiven her. Kelly, she was down right mean to you. I saw how much that hurt you. There's no way you're over it."
"Can't sweat the small stuff, right?" she offered a small smile.
"You forgive way too easy."
"Remember the day we met when I went off on you for absolutely no reason?"
"Well, there was a slight reason, but yea of course."
"There may have been a reason, but there was no excuse," Kelly corrected. "And you forgave me when you had no excuse to. You didn't even know me, you could've walked away."
"But we wouldn't be where we are right now."
"Exactly," Kelly nodded. "Just figured I'd return the favor."
Carrie smiled.
"Besides, like we said, I'm totally growing on her."
"Of course you are," Carrie nodded, watching her eyes light up. "You seriously are the sweetest thing ever, you know that?"
Kelly rolled her eyes, "Come on. We don't want to hold up the mass."
"Kell," Carrie reached out as she walked away, turning her back around.
"Wha--" her question was cut off as Carrie pulled her into a tight hug.
"What was that for?" Kelly smiled as she pulled away.
"I just...nothing."
"Alrighty then," she laughed, eyeing her curiously before leading the way out the door.
Carrie frowned, wishing there were some way to get her mom to see what she saw in the bubbly Texan, knowing that Kelly was completely wrong about her mother warming up to her.
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Carrie watched in awe as the choir sang the service's closing song while everybody walked out of the church. Her eyes had been glued to Kelly the entire time. There was no way someone that small and that white could have a voice that was that big and that soulful. She smiled as Kelly passed sending her a wink as she filed in with the rest of the choir, going back into the changing room.
Carrie shook her head. All the compliments she had heard people give about the shorter girl's voice was nothing compared to the actual thing.
"Hey," she heard her drawl as she sat beside her. "You look zoned out the entire time. Not much of a church person?"
Carrie laughed, "Do you have any idea what you sound like?"
"A Texan?" Kelly asked, thinking she was referring to her accent, smiling as a couple of people from the choir gave her a small wave in passing.
"No, your voice. When you sing."
"I hate hearing myself sing," she scrunched her nose. "I never watch the video my mom takes at recitals and stuff. All I do is criticize myself."
"How in the world can you find something to criticize?"
"I'm not that good," Kelly shook her head. "Trust me. I have a lot I need to work on."
"Like what? What could you possibly work on?"
"My lower register for one is no where near as strong as my upper register."
Carrie looked at her in disbelief, "That's because you were freaking singing opera just now. Did you realize how high you were?"
"I was just singing my part," she shrugged.
"I wish I were you."
"Trust me, you don't," Kelly gave a short laugh.
"I would give an arm and a leg to be able to sing like that."
"Make sure they're not on the same side cause when you go swimming, you'll be stuck swimming in circles."
Carrie laughed, turning to her, "You're retarded, you know that?"
"Now that's not a very nice thing to say in a church of all places," Kelly grinned.
"Seriously, where do you come up with these things? Like I honestly have no idea what to expect whenever you open your mouth."
Kelly arched an eyebrow.
"I know, I know," Carrie smiled. "I'm not supposed to expect things."
"You really are a slow learner," Kelly teased.
"Whatever," Carrie laughed.
"Kelly," a middle-aged woman cut in as she walked up to the choir loft. "Your mother's on the phone."
"Ok, I'm coming," Kelly nodded.
"Is she ok?" Carrie asked, following Kelly down the stairs.
"Yea, probably just calling to say that she's picking up a shift at the library. She works there on weekends."
Carrie frowned, definitely seeing where Kelly got the ability to push herself so hard from.
"Hey mom," Kelly smiled, picking up the phone. "Yea, ok...Yea, no, it's no problem...Ok, I'll see you later...Love you too."
"So?" Carrie asked as she hung up the phone.
"Yep, she's going into work."
"What about lunch?"
"I've survived this long fending for myself," Kelly reminded. "I make a pretty mean hot dog."
"Why don't you come eat with us?"
"Carrie, you don't have to do that. Seriously, it's no big deal. I'm by myself ninety percent of the time at the apartment."
"I know, but I know you were looking forward to eating with your family."
"You think your mom will be ok with it?"
"Yea, of course," she lied.
"Alright then, thanks."
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"Kelly," Stephen smiled as she walked into the living room behind Carrie.
"Hey Mr. Underwood," Kelly smiled back, shaking his hand.
"Well, if I had known we were going to have company, I would've worn my good jeans."
Kelly laughed as Carrie shook her head, "Dad..."
"What?" he asked innocently. "Oh, I'm doing the embarrassing dad thing again? Sorry."
Carrie rolled her eyes.
"So, my wife tells me you're in your church's choir, Kelly."
"Yes sir, for about three years now."
"Sounds fun. Maybe you can help Carrie here become a bit more involved. She's always been a bit on the shy side."
"Dad..." Carrie fussed again.
"What?"
"Don't worry," Kelly smiled. "I'm gonna talk to the choir teacher about giving her a small part in the spring play. We've already had auditions, but I'm sure there's a place for her somewhere. She's got a great voice you know."
"I know," he nodded, proudly. "It's from my side of the family."
"You can sing?"
"Not a note," Carrie replied.
"Hey, I can sing a note. It may not be the note you wanted, but it's definitely a note," he countered playfully.
Kelly laughed again, "Yea, and where in the law does it say you have to be in tune, right?"
"Exactly," Stephen nodded. "See, you need to bring her around more often Carrie. I like this girl. She's a smart one."
Carrie smiled, happy at least one person in her family got it right, "So where's mom?"
"In the kitchen, finishing up lunch."
"I'm gonna go see if she needs some help," Carrie nodded, standing.
"I'll help too," Kelly offered.
"Um, no, it's fine," Carrie quickly replied. "You stay here."
"You sure?"
"Of course she's sure," Stephen nodded. "Guests aren't supposed to help. You're supposed to eat and leave. You would think you were raised right or something."
Kelly smiled as Carrie walked to the kitchen, "It's a southern thing. The manners are all a part of the package."
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"Hey mom," Carrie smiled. "Need help with anything?"
"Hi sweetie," Carole smiled back, giving her a quick hug. "How was church?"
"It was nice," she nodded, stirring the pot her mom pointed to. "The choir is amazing. You're gonna have to go listen sometime."
"Sure," Carole nodded. "Have you seen your father? He was supposed to be in here helping me, but I think he got distracted by the game on t.v."
"Yea, he's in the living room with Kelly."
"Kelly's here?"
"Yea, I invited her to lunch."
"You really need to pass these things by me. What if I didn't have enough food?"
"Mom, you always make plenty of food," Carrie pointed out.
"It's rude to just invite oneself to someone's house, you know? Especially with so little warning."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but Kelly's anything but rude. Besides, like I said, I invited her."
"Yea, well..."
"Mom, please stop, alright?" Carrie begged. "Can you at least be civil to her during lunch? That's all I'm asking."
"I've been nothing but civil since I met the girl last night."
Carrie sighed, looking at the food on the stove, "I think it's ready."
"Good, why don't you go let them know."
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Carrie smiled proudly as she watched her mom watching Kelly as the Texan said a silent prayer before starting to eat.
"So, Kelly," Stephen smiled. "This play...when does it start up?"
"Rehearsals start up in two weeks," Kelly replied, taking a bite. "Um, wow. Mrs. Underwood. This is great."
"Thank you," Carole nodded stiffly.
"And Carrie says you have a part in it?" Stephen commented.
"Yes sir."
"She's the lead," Carrie cut in.
"One of the leads," Kelly corrected.
"And what's it called?" Stephen asked.
"Stephen," Carole fussed shortly.
"What?" he looked at her innocently before turning to Kelly. "Carrie's old school didn't put on plays, and a lot of choir stuff was during the day, and I could never get off of work to go watch."
"It's called Brigadoon."
"Never heard of it," he nodded surely.
Kelly laughed, "Most people haven't, but it's really great. And don't worry, there will be performances during the day as well as at night."
"Well, sign me up for a ticket to every one."
"Dad..." Carrie blushed. "You don't even know if I'm gonna get a part or not."
"So? Maybe I want to go see all the beautiful trees you're going to paint. What's wrong with that?"
Kelly smiled as Carrie rolled her eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with being a proud father, right Kelly?" Stephen beamed. "I'm sure your dad makes it to all of your stuff."
"He definitely tries his best to," Kelly nodded. "And if not, my mom always tapes it for him."
"See?" Stephen turned to Carrie. "I'm totally normal."
"Now would that be your real father, or the man your mom married?" Carole asked curiously.
Kelly's eyes fell for a moment.
"Kelly, I'm sorry," Stephen apologized. "I didn't realize..."
"It's fine," she quickly assured him before turning to Carole. "Jimmy, or the man my mom married as you put it, is my dad. In every way that it counts, at least."
"And what does he do?" Stephen asked.
"He's a contractor."
"You ever go out to job sites with him?"
"Yea," Kelly smiled. "I can't lie. It's fun to get to bang around on things with a hammer."
"They trust you with a hammer?" Carrie teased.
"Hey now, I am very graceful with a hammer."
"How many fingers have you smashed?"
"A fair few," she laughed.
"What about your real father?" Carole cut in. "What does he do?"
"He lives in California," Kelly replied.
"Does he have a job?"
"Mom," Carrie fussed.
"What?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"I don't think she wants to talk about it," she whispered.
"I was just trying to make conversation," Carole replied.
"Um, Kelly," Stephen turned to her as they continued to argue. "Why don't you come with me into the kitchen? I think the salad and rolls might have been left in there. Help an old man out, huh?"
"Yes sir," Kelly nodded, getting up and following him into the kitchen.
"Have a seat," Stephen nodded to the island as he wheeled himself over to the fridge, opening it up.
Kelly did as she was told, smiling as Stephen pulled out a chocolate candy bar. He broke it, handing her half.
"Don't tell Carole; she'll be mad we ruined our dinner," he grinned, like a little five year old.
"Deal," she agreed.
"You'll have to forgive them," Stephen said, nodding towards the dining room. "Things have been tense between the two of them ever since we moved here. My wife...she just wants things to be like they used to."
"I don't think that's possible," Kelly replied. "I mean, new town, new people. Things are going to be different no matter what."
"I was right--you are a smart kid," Stephen nodded. "Carrie...she's just..."
"She's just being a good friend," Kelly cut in.
"Yea," he smiled. "She's an amazing kid. Thanks so much for helping her out."
"No problem," she nodded.
"Kelly," Carrie said softly, causing the two of them to look up.
Kelly immediately stood at the look on her face.
"I think I should bring you home."
"Yea, sure," Kelly nodded before turning to Stephen. "Thanks for the chocolate, Mr. Underwood."
"Anytime," he replied. "You're also welcome here, anytime, ok?"
"Thanks, sir," she smiled before following Carrie out through the dining room where her mother was no longer seated and out of the house.
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