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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.

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Taking a deep breath she allowed the air to sink into her lungs and immediately felt her throat burn. She could feel herself becoming more and more breathless with every push of her feet against the pedals. Almost there Kelly, just a little bit further. She played the words of encouragement over and over again in her head but they were useless. Her legs were screaming at her to stop and her pores were spewing out sweat excessively, and she wasn’t even riding that fast. Tiredly her eyes danced over the numbers on the side of the houses as she strolled down the sidewalk. Inwardly she cursed herself for agreeing to ride the stupid contraption she was currently on to make the delivery in the first place. She’d much rather have stayed behind indoors preparing pizzas and risk getting burns all over her arms rather than riding the damn bike right now. Carefully she came to a stop at the edge of the driveway and glanced down at the sheet of paper in front of her to make sure she had the right address. Releasing a sigh of relief she tossed a leg over the bike and immediately gripped the seat to catch her unsteady balance.

“I’m so never doing this again.” She swore to herself, continuing to hold onto the seat until she regained the feeling in her legs and was able to breathe again without wanting to throw up.

With the toe of her sneaker she kicked the stand down and stepped around towards the end of the bike to retrieve the pizza from the warming case resting on the back. She double checked the order slip taped to the top of the box to make sure she had the right one before she pivoted on her heel and made her move towards the house. As she marched up the driveway she couldn’t help but admire the large, dark brown and beige stone house before her.

“Must be nice." She mumbled under her breath as she reached the double mahogany doors.

Clearly the people who lived in this house were well off, so much better off than she and her family were. She couldn’t stand the type of people that lived in houses like these. Well, most of them. Most of those people, she was convinced, had everything handed to them on a silver platter and took the things they had that others didn’t for granted. Pulling herself out of her thoughts she bawled her left hand into a fist and brought it down against one of the doors.

She eyed around the door for a bell and reached out to push it when she found one. She knocked again when she didn't get a response the first time from either her knock or the ringing of the bell. Don't these people have a butler or something? She noticed her impatience start to kick in as her foot began to tap lightly against the pavement. She continued to balance the pizza with one hand and decided she'd knock one more time before she left and ate the damn thing herself.

Smacking her lips together she then opened them to resort to shouting. "Deliv-" One of the doors swung open and she was immediately met by the wildest, most beautiful set of hazel eyes she'd ever seen in her life. The girl standing behind the mahogany shield shot her a somewhat annoyed look before her features slowly softened. Kelly couldn’t help but give the girl a once over. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled up into a loose pony tail with a few stray strands lingering over the side of her face and her eyes and she was dressed comfortably in a pair of dark gray mesh shorts with a light blue hoodie.

I’ve never seen her around before; she must be new in town. Duh, her hoodie says Checotah Cheer. Hmm maybe this delivery thing wasn’t so bad after all. Oh god, how long have you been staring at her and not speaking? Say something you moron.

She stopped staring and finally spoke up. "Uh, did you order pizza?" Did I seriously just ask that and squeak? Pull yourself together; this isn’t the time to be getting crushed out on cute girls.

The girl smiled politely at her and leaned away from the door, pulling it open further. "Yeah, come on in, I'll be right back." Before Kelly could decline the invite in the girl had already spun around and disappeared somewhere down a long hallway.

Clearing her throat Kelly hesitantly stepped forward and over the threshold, shyly pushing the door shut some without allowing it to touch completely closed. If she thought the outside of the house was something the second she stepped through the doors the inside made the exterior pale in comparison. Her eyes shifted admiringly around the living room, her gaze shifting upwards and following up the length of the walls towards the high ceiling.

“Wow.” The place was amazing, to say the least. She noted the boxes scattered throughout the living room as she continued to survey her surroundings and her eyes were instantly drawn to the charcoal baby grand piano in the far corner of the room. She was quickly pulled out of her dream state when she heard footsteps padding down the hall. Glancing forward she spotted the girl coming towards her. Why was her throat feeling dry again?

“How much is it again?” She asked, opening the palm of her hand and revealing a small wad of cash.

Kelly tried to swallow through the dryness in her mouth to speak. “Um,” She stammered, averting her eyes down to the box, “Thirteen fifty.” She replied, glancing back up and meeting the other girl’s eyes.

She pulled a twenty out of the small stack of bills and handed it over to Kelly. “Here you go, keep the change.” The girl insisted, gratefully accepting the pizza from her extended hand.

“Thanks.” Her eyes were drawn away from the girl’s at the flash of movement coming from behind her.

“Got it, Care?” The man’s deep voice questioned.

She turned to the side and handed the pizza over to the towering man. “Yeah, here you go.”

He took the pizza from her hands and glanced over at Kelly standing near the door. “Thanks, you got here pretty quick.”

She wanted to laugh considering the pain in the ass, literally, the ride there had been. But she refrained. “Yeah, we’re pretty close to y’all so it didn’t take too long to get here by bike.”

The man lifted a brow. “A motorized bike?” He questioned.

She laughed softly. “I wish, but no sir, the good ole fashioned pedal yourself kind of bike.”

“Oh, you must be thirsty after that ride.” It’s true, she was, but she wasn’t going to put anybody out of their way.

She shook her head. “Oh no no, I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, why don’t you come on in and we can get you some water or something and you can sit and have a slice.” He lifted the box in offering.

She smiled. “Thanks, but I really should be heading back, my shift is going to be over soon but I need to clock out and all that and—“

“At least let me send you on your way with a bottle of water?” He offered, not taking no for an answer.

She nodded and kept the smile on her face. “Sure, thank you.” She said and watched him descend down the same hall he had come from.

“Sorry about him. My dad gets overly friendly sometimes, and I’m sure he’s flipping out because someone around my age is here. I’m Carrie.” She said, extending her hand out to Kelly.

Kelly glanced down before slowly reaching out and taking it into her own. “I’m Kelly; it’s nice to meet you. I’m taking it y’all are new in town?” She asked, releasing her hold on Carrie’s hand and placing it at her side.

“What gave it away, the boxes or my sweatshirt?” She teased with a laugh, a grin spreading across her lips.

Kelly giggled and returned the grin. “I think it might have been the accent.” She teased back, crossing her arms over her chest. “And honestly I have no idea where Checotah is so…”

Carrie chuckled and looked down at her hoodie. “It’s in Oklahoma, that’s where we’re from.” She told her, glancing back up.

“Oh, awesome possum.” Did I just say that? “I mean cool, that’s cool, even though Oklahoma is like our biggest rival.”

“That we are, but I guess technically I’m a Texan now.”

Kelly scoffed jokingly. “Girl please, being Texan is like a birth right…or something you have to earn. I’m totally kidding, but no, you’re not Texan just yet.” She saw movement again behind Carrie’s head and smiled at her dad once more when he stepped beside his daughter.

“Here you go.” He said, handing over a bottle of water.

Kelly took it and waved it politely in the air. “Thank you, I appreciate it. Well, I should probably get going. It was nice meeting you.” She averted her attention back to Carrie.

“Yeah, you too.” Carrie replied, flashing one last smile at her.

God, that smile is going to be in my head all night.

“Bah!” She exclaimed, turning and pulling the door open just wide enough for her to squeeze out of before she pulled it shut behind her, barely catching the “she seems like a nice girl” coming from Carrie’s dad before the door clicked closed.

They always think that at first.
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