Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 39
- 40
- 41
+++++++++
Carrie giggled as Kelly grinned while they lay in bed, face to face, "You're such a dork."
"So I've heard," Kelly smiled. "So you feel like being honest with me?"
"About what?"
"How mad was your mom?"
"No worries," Carrie assured, touching her cheek softly. "Good thing is, I doubt she'll try calling here again."
"I'm sorry, Care. I know it was immature. She just bugs me."
"I said no worries," Carrie smiled, her fingers tracing along the Texan's jaw line. She could see the small spark growing in her gaze.
"I want to kiss you," Kelly said softly, looking her straight in the eyes.
Carrie swallowed hard, studying her carefully, "Just go slow."
Kelly nodded, and Carrie leaned forward, her fingers resting lightly on her jaw as their lips brushed together.
She took a shaky breath as Kelly placed her hand on her hip, their lips moving together slowly. Carrie let her fingers slide along the shorter girl's jaw before running them through her hair. Her body was very aware of the space between them, and she could feel Kelly scoot closer. She broke the kiss, looking at her nervously.
"What...what's wrong?" Kelly asked confusedly.
Carrie shook her head.
"Was it something I did?"
"You just...you don't understand," Carrie explained.
"Understand what?"
"You feel the need to be closer..."
"You don't feel that?"
"No, I do, but you don't understand what that means," Carrie said gently, not wanting to seem like she was fussing. "You don't understand where that leads because this is all so new to you, your brain isn't making that connection, yet. You're just...you're reacting. It's all physical."
"I care about you," Kelly protested.
"No, I know that. I just meant that your body is reacting, but your brain isn't."
"You told me not to think."
Carrie sighed, realizing she was getting nowhere, "Maybe we should just go to sleep."
"Are you mad?" Kelly looked at her worriedly.
"I'm not mad," she replied honestly.
"You seem mad."
"I'm not mad. I just...I want to be closer to you."
"So? I already told you I felt like that too."
Carrie smiled sadly, "And like I said, you just don't understand."
"You could always explain it to me."
"I don't want to ruin this," she shook her head.
"You wanna know what I think?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you're the one that needs to stop thinking."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, I'm happy, and I was just reacting like you said. You're all torn up about something, and you were the one thinking. Maybe you should stop thinking and just react."
Carrie looked at her curiously.
"I know, I'm a genius," Kelly smiled, wrapping her arms around her and snuggling into her.
Carrie laughed softly, holding her close, "You know, I may try that."
"Good," Kelly nodded. "Cause I don't like it when something's bothering you."
Carrie smiled, kissing the top of her head as the Texan yawned deeply.
++++++++++
Carrie sat in her normal chair along the side wall of the choir loft, her chin resting in her hands as she sat deep in thought, completely oblivious to the fact that the service had ended a good few minutes before.
Kelly sat at the piano, watching her out the corner of her eye with an amused smile, while playing out a soft melody on the instrument before her, the entire church now empty except for the two of them.
Carrie sat up straight, shaking her head as she looked around confusedly. She stood, walking over to the piano and sat next to the short girl on the bench, "It's over?"
Kelly nodded, absentmindedly humming along to the melody.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You were so lost in thought--I figured you were praying," she shrugged.
"That's pretty," Carrie nodded down to the keys as she continued to play.
Kelly intentionally played a wrong chord, earning a laugh, "Penny for your thoughts?"
Carrie shrugged, "I don't know. Just a lot of stuff going on right now, you know?"
"I know," she nodded. "Can I ask you something?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Always."
"Sure," Carrie nodded.
"Why is your mom so afraid of you being gay?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean I know a lot of people are against it, but it's not normal for a parent to set out on a mission to make sure their kid doesn't turn out gay, you know? Like, usually it never even comes up until after the kid comes out, I'm guessing."
"I don't know."
Kelly stopped playing.
"Don't stop. I liked it."
Kelly nodded, picking up where she had let off.
"My mom controls everything in the house. I'm sure you've noticed that."
Kelly nodded again.
"It's because my dad doesn't feel like he has the right to stand up to her."
"Why not?" she asked, not looking up from the piano.
"Because he cheated on her."
Kelly's fingers faltered.
"Don't. Music makes it easier."
Kelly started playing again, knowing exactly what she meant.
"It was before the accident. I think it's another reason why we moved. Take the temptation out of the equation and everything will be fixed, right?"
Kelly forced herself to continue playing even though the way Carrie's voice was wavering made her want to wrap her arms around the poor girl.
"You asked why my mom works so hard to make sure I don't turn out gay...it's because she thinks it's genetic. Some genetic disease. Because of that she also thinks it can be cured with something as silly as couple's therapy. Imagine that. A few sessions with a marriage counselor, and you're cured," Carrie laughed as her eyes filled with tears. "My dad's unhappy. How can he not be? He loves my mom...he does, but he's not in love with her, and I think I always sorta knew that."
Kelly bit her bottom lip hard to keep tears from forming as she heard the taller girl next to her on the verge of breaking down.
"But because of the type of man he is, he won't ask for a divorce. He thinks it's not fair to Mom, that he made a promise to her, and he intends on keeping it. And he will," she nodded. "It doesn't matter if he's unhappy for the rest of his life, he'll keep his promise just because my mother is too selfish to let him go because she's afraid of what people will think."
Kelly stopped playing opening her arms as Carrie crumbled into her, crying on her shoulder. She held her closely, rubbing her back soothingly as she tried to process all that had just been revealed.
+++++++++
"Some family, huh?" Carrie laughed softly as they sat on the floor in Kelly's room, eating chocolate ice cream straight out of the carton. "Gay dad. Crazy mom."
"I wish my dad was half the man yours is," Kelly noted. "Maybe at least then I could remember what he looks like."
"Was it hard?" Carrie asked carefully. "When your parents got divorced..."
"Yea," she nodded.
"You mentioned once that that was the reason you started writing."
"Um, yea, I mean, you can ask my mom...I was kinda hard to handle after the divorce."
"How so?"
"I just had this bad habit. I wouldn't talk to anyone about stuff that was bothering me, and I'd just keep it inside until I pretty much exploded on whoever was nearest around me."
"You still kinda do that."
"Yea," she laughed. "But not nearly as bad as it was back then. Someone suggested that I started writing my feelings out. Then in the fourth grade, my whole family pitched in to get me my keyboard. Journals and poems turned into songs."
"Can I ask what happened? With your mom and dad, I mean..."
"It's pretty simple. My dad left my mom for a friend of the family."
"Wow."
"Yea. It sucked so bad. My brother stayed with my dad. My sister went with an aunt. I came back to Texas with my mom. It was so hard for her which in turn made it hard for me. She was so angry with my dad. She'd tell me things...about my dad and their marriage...six year olds shouldn't have to deal with that. My mom talked to me as if I were an adult, like I was one of her friends. Naturally, I couldn't handle that."
"So you shut down."
"Yep," she stuck her spoon in the ice cream, leaving it there. "But I mean, me and my mom are great now. She's the most important person in my life."
"Dang..." Carrie sighed. "Our lives are more dramatic than soap operas."
Kelly laughed shortly, leaning over to rest her head on the Oklahoma native's shoulder.
"Do you ever think about what you would do if you saw your dad again?"
"I have no idea," she admitted.
"What about your brother and sister? Do you ever see them?"
"I see my brother more than my sister. He comes here at least a three or four times a year to visit. I don't get to see my sister as much. Like once a year, maybe? We talk on the phone whenever we can. Long distance just gets expensive, you know?"
Carrie nodded, wrapping an arm around her.
"You have siblings, right?"
"Two sisters. One's in Arizona, the other's in Tennessee."
"Do they know about your Dad?"
"I don't know."
"Y'all don't talk about it?"
"I'm not supposed to know," Carrie admitted.
"Your parents don't know you know?" Kelly pulled back to look at her in shock.
"No."
"Damn, Care," Kelly took her face in her hands gently. "You had to go through that on your own? I am so sorry."
"It's ok," she raised a hand up, placing it over one of Kelly's. She brought it to her mouth, kissing her finger tips.
Kelly smiled softly, her fingers grazing back and forth over the other blonde's lips. Her fingers moved aside as she leaned forward, brushing their lips together.
Carrie smiled as she pulled back, "Not bad."
"I have a pretty good teacher."
She laughed, taking her spoon out of the ice cream and handing it back to her.
- 39
- 40
- 41
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Best Days Of Our Lives