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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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"No..." Kelly groaned under her breath as she stood beside Carrie at her locker.
"What?" Carrie asked, putting the books she needed in her bag.
"Morning y'all," Stacey greeted from behind her.
"What the--" Carrie jumped, dropping her book.
"Shit!" Kelly cursed, jumping back and grabbing her foot.
"Kelly..." Carrie rushed to her. "I am so sorry. Are you ok?"
Kelly nodded, keeping her jaw firmly shut to keep from letting anymore curse words escape her mouth.
"You ok, KC?" Stacey asked, feigning worry.
"Fine," she replied through clenched teeth.
"Kell..." Carrie shook her head apologetically.
"It's fine," Kelly assured her, her voice softer.
"So, girls..." Stacey smiled. "What I was going to say before that little incident is that I'm having a party this weekend."
"Really?" Kelly asked, her surprise about as genuine as Stacey's worry was moments before.
Carrie had to fight not to giggle.
"Yes," she nodded. "And I was wondering if you two wanted to come. Y'all were such a hit at the last party, and Kelly, I heard there is a little something going on with you and Eric. Now, while he's not normally the type of person I would invite, I'll gladly let you bring him as your date. Oh, Carrie...I heard Jeff was coming. I bet he'd love to see you again."
"You know what, Stacey," Kelly placed her foot down, standing up straight. "I'm sorry, but we'll pass...actually, I'm not sorry. Your parties are nothing but an excuse for you and your friends to get wasted and screw whoever is the nearest person around, all the while pretending that it all means something, that the fact that you can't remember what the hell happened the night before come Sunday morning means that you are somebody. I'm sorry, but I already know who I am, and I don't need to attend one of your parties to make me feel better about that person."
Stacey stood with her mouth open, clearly shocked, "So...that means..."
"No, we won't be attending your party," Kelly replied firmly.
"Oh...ok," she nodded, unsurely before turning and walking away.
Carrie turned to her in surprise.
Kelly frowned, "Sorry, Care. I know I shouldn't have answered for you. She just...she's so clueless."
"No, it's fine. I would've loved to be able to tell her something like that," she smiled. "I just find it so funny how shy and nervous you are when it's just you and me, then how confident and opinionated you are when we're with others."
"You know, the exact opposite could be said for you," Kelly replied.
"Sorry bout your foot."
"It's ok," she offered a smile. "Gave me an excuse to be short with her."
"Well, in that case, glad I could help," Carrie nodded.
Kelly laughed softly as they made their way to their first class.
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"Hey," Kelly smiled nervously as she took her normal desk beside Ashley in their first period class.
"Hey," she smiled back.
"Good day so far?"
"Yea," Ashley nodded.
Kelly shifted in her seat.
"You had a good weekend?"
"It was ok. The weather sucked."
"Yea...you didn't get rained on when you left my house, did you?"
"Nah..." she lied, feeling her cheeks burning slightly at the thought of that night. "So...how was work?"
"Kelly, we don't have to do this if it's weird for you," Ashley said, looking down at her hands that were clasped on her desk.
"It's not weird," she quickly replied. "I just...I'm not sure how I'm supposed to be. I don't want to act normal and possibly upset you, but I don't want to lose you as a friend either."
"I don't think you can have it both ways."
Kelly's heart sunk.
Mrs. Glover walked into the classroom, closing the door behind her.
"We'll talk after class," Ashley offered.
Kelly nodded, tuning into whatever the teacher was saying.
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"Five page paper?" Carrie groaned, walking out of the class with Kelly. "On Shakespeare? Who reads Shakespeare?"
"You don't like Shakespeare?" Kelly looked at her curiously.
"You sound surprised."
"I guess I still have a bit of that girl dressed in all pink on her first day in my mind," Kelly smirked. "Figured you'd be the total romantic."
"I am a romantic. I just think Shakespeare was a fairy in tights."
Kelly laughed, "A fairy in tights? Have you read any of his stuff?"
"Romeo, Romeo, where far art thou, Romeo," Carrie recited dramatically. "Give me a break. The girl was like what, ten?"
"I think it was just under fourteen."
"Who talks like that when they're thirteen?"
"This was a couple centuries ago," Kelly pointed out.
"It's a bunch of bologna."
"I think you just don't understand what he's trying to say, so like the typical American high schooler, you blow it off as stupid."
"You're calling me typical?" Carrie raised a playful eyebrow.
"You, All-star, are anything but typical," Kelly smiled. "But I do think you need to give Shakespeare another chance. He may surprise you."
"You're on," Carrie nodded. "Who are you looking for?"
"Ashley," Kelly's smile fell slightly as she searched the hall. "Did she not come out the classroom? She was supposed to meet me so we could talk."
Carrie walked back a couple steps to look in the classroom they had just left, "She's not in there."
"Hm," she frowned.
"Maybe she forgot something in her car or something?"
"Maybe so," Kelly nodded. "Walk you to your class?"
"Yea, come on," she smiled, linking their arms together.
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"Hey hey," Kelly grinned as Carrie joined them at the table for lunch. "You're eating that?" she reached out, grabbing her cookie.
"Apparently not," Carrie laughed. "Were you able to talk to Ashley?"
"No," she frowned, slightly. "Lyndsey said she opted out of lunch."
"Yea, she said she wasn't hungry," Lyndsey shrugged.
"Is she feeling ok?" Mary asked.
"She looked fine to me."
"Odd," Mary noted, nodding as Kelly pointed to the apple on her tray.
Kelly took it, handing it to Carrie who had been too shy to ask.
Carrie smiled at the two of them appreciatively, taking a bite out of it.
Mary laughed softly, "What did you need to talk to her about?"
"Just some stuff for class," Kelly shrugged it off.
"So, Carrie, big game tomorrow?" Lyndsey smiled, trying to gently urge the girl out of her shell.
"Yea," she offered a small smile.
"That's right. First district game, right?" Kelly turned to her.
She nodded.
"Nervous?" Mary asked.
"Of what? Actually winning for once? Deathly afraid."
The three girls laughed as Carrie's smile grew a little.
Kelly bumped their shoulders together playfully.
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Kelly's eye opened groggily as she felt someone sliding onto her bed, between the comforter and sheets. "Hey," she drawled, squinting at the morning sun that was lighting up the room.
"Hey," Carrie replied meekly.
"You ok?"
She shrugged.
"Your mom flipped about you staying here night before last?"
Carrie nodded, "Yea."
"I'm sorry," Kelly reached out, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "What'd she say?"
"I'd rather not..."
Kelly frowned, knowing she was protecting her from her mother's opinion, "Well, what's your punishment?"
"I'm not supposed to hang out with you anymore."
"How's that going so far?"
Carrie laughed softly.
"Does she know you're here?"
"I told her I was coming pick you up because I wouldn't just bail on you like that."
"She got mad?"
"Yea, she said I was blatantly disrespecting her."
Kelly sighed, "I'm sorry about all this, Care."
"It's not your fault. She's just being dumb."
"Yea, but it still sucks for you."
"I'm sorry she doesn't like you."
"You win some you lose some," she shrugged with a gentle smile.
Carrie returned it.
"You know you have a game today, right?"
"I don't care."
"You sure?"
"I just need a break."
Kelly nodded, pulling her closer, wrapping an arm around her as Carrie buried her face in the Texan's bare shoulder.
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Kelly lay, stretched out on the bench in the courtyard, one of her arms over her eyes to block out the bright sun during their lunch break.
"Where's everybody at?" a voice asked.
Kelly raised her arm to see Ashley standing over her, "Hey, uh, Mary and Lyndsey are in the cafeteria."
"You weren't hungry?"
"It was chicken nuggets again."
"Didn't they have that yesterday?"
"That's what I said," she grinned.
"Where's, uh..."
"Carrie," Kelly reminded, resisting the urge to sigh.
"Yea," Ashley nodded.
"In a meeting with her coach."
"For what?"
"She was late today so she can't play in the game."
"They have a game today?"
"First district game," Kelly nodded, placing her arm back over her eyes and scooting over as Ashley sat on the edge of the bench.
"Not like they were gonna win anyway."
"True."
"Why was she late?"
"Slept late."
"You or her?" Ashley asked, curiously.
Kelly frowned, "I looked for you after class yesterday, but you weren't there."
"I, uh, had to do something."
"You weren't at lunch either; I thought you wanted to talk."
"You sound upset."
"Ash, I know you have a lot going on right now, and you're probably confused as hell, but that doesn't mean I'm just not gonna say anything when you blow me off."
"I didn't blow you off," Ashley argued. "You were busy talking to Carrie. You seemed to be enjoying yourself."
"And that, that right there," Kelly removed her arm again, leaning up on her elbows. "What's with the need to constantly drag Carrie into this? I know you don't like her, that's fine, you're entitled to your own opinion, but why do you keep bringing her up if all it does is upsets you?"
"Because," Ashley's face fell.
"Because why?" her voice softened.
"Because she's just like them," Ashley fussed weakly.
"Them?"
"Them," she pointed to where a few of Stacey's friends were standing. "She's just like them, Kelly. She has the perfect little life with the perfect little family without a freaking care in the world. You used to hate people like that before her."
"She's not like them, Ashley."
"Yes, she is. She has everything," she shook her head, her voice faltering slightly. "And now she has you."
Kelly pushed herself up into a sitting position, "She is nothing like them, Ash. You've just never given her enough of a chance to be able to see that. And you think she's perfect?"
Ashley's jaw clenched.
"She is going through so much right now with her family--you don't know anything about it, and you have no right to judge her like that," Kelly stood, grabbing her bag.
"Kelly, wait," Ashley protested.
Kelly paused, standing there impatiently.
"Does she have you?"
Kelly shook her head, "You've got to get over this jealousy thing, Ashley. It's not good, especially not for our friendship if you want it to last."
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"Kell?" Carrie asked, confusedly as the shorter girl rushed into her in the gymnasium. She wrapped her arms around her, "What's wrong?"
"I'm such a bitch."
"You're so not a bitch," she assured.
"No," Kelly nodded, pulling back some. "I am."
"What happened?"
"I was completely rude, and mean, and insensitive with Ashley just now."
"I'm sure you weren't all that," Carrie soothed, bringing her over to sit down on the bleachers.
"No, I was. I was awful."
"Kell, come on, now. What happened?"
"I went off on her about being jealous of you. I told her to get over it or we wouldn't be friends anymore."
Carrie nodded.
"See? I'm a bitch."
"Kell..." she laughed softly. "You're not a bitch. You do tend to have a temper, but that's how you deal with things. You keep it in till it explodes. I'm sure there was a very good reason for you to say that to her."
"She blew me off after class yesterday cause I was talking to you. Then she kept pushing about you and why we were late, and I know she knows you drive me to school, so she probably realized you slept with me this morning, but she just pushed because I swear she's a freaking masochist. And then, she was totally rude to you."
"I wasn't there," Carrie pointed out.
"I know, but she was saying how you're just like them--Stacey and them--and how your life's so perfect and you have everything, and now you have me, and she was going off on me because I used to hate people like you, and I told her she had it all wrong, and--"
"Baby..." Carrie placed her hands on Kelly's arms. "Pause...breathe..."
Kelly stopped rambling, taking a deep breath.
"Better?"
"Yea," she nodded.
"Now, first off, thank you for standing up for me. It's one thing for you to stand up to your best friend for me when I'm right there in the room, it's another thing entirely when I'm nowhere around...that means a lot."
"She was wrong about you," she replied simply.
Carrie nodded, "Yes, but still, it would've been much easier for you to just say nothing. I would've been none the wiser."
"I wasn't gonna let her tear you down like that, putting you in the same category as Stacey. You don't deserve that. You're nothing like them."
Carrie smiled, "You are something else, kid."
"I was mean to my best friend," she shook her head.
"Maybe she needed to hear what you had to say?"
"She likes me, Care. She can't help that. I shouldn't just toss her feelings aside."
"Yea, but you can't help that she likes you either. And her liking you, doesn't give her the right to try and make you toss your other friendships aside because she doesn't agree with them. That's not fair to you."
"This is so complicated."
"That's the way love goes."
"Love's stupid."
Carrie laughed softly, "One day you'll think differently."
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