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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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The first part of this chapter is told from Carrie's perspective and the second portion is told from Kelly's. Enjoy :)

Carrie eased the cart down the aisle while aimlessly staring at the products on the shelves. Her mother was a few steps behind her, at a short distance she created herself, mumbling on about something she long ago stopped paying attention to. A stack full of assorted colored notebooks with overly girly designs were tossed into the cart which caused a loud smacking sound as they hit the bottom of the cage that momentarily startled her. She loosened the tight grip she soon realized she had on the handle in front of her and shifted her head to the side as her mother slid up beside her.

“Mom, I really don’t need designs on my notebooks.” She protested, bringing the cart to a slow stop.

Her mother chose to ignore her as she stepped around her and reached out toward a middle shelf to retrieve some pens and pencils. “They’re just notebooks, Carrie.”

She shot her a look. “Exactly, so I can just as easily have a solid colored notebook. I’m not some middle school aged teenager that’s in to that kind of stuff.” She pushed, reaching down into the cart and lifting the notebooks up. “They go.”

Her mom got a firm hold on the edge of the stack of notebooks and pried them from her fingers. “I’m paying, they stay.” She said firmly, and that was that.

Carrie sucked her teeth and placed her hands back on the handle. “Whatever.” I really hate when she pulls this money shit on me. Technically it’s dad’s money, so there. He’d let me buy solid colored notebooks and not treat me like I’m some kid. I really need a job so she can stop rubbing crap in my face.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts when she saw her mom reach up for a pack of glittery gel pens. Okay, that’s where she’d draw the line. Quickly she took hold of her mom’s wrist and forced her to push the pens back up on their display post.

“Okay, that’s pushing it, I will not use gel pens.” Her mom shrugged her shoulders and let her win that battle without another word.

Sighing in relief she started guiding the cart down the aisle again, her mother once again falling a few steps behind her.

“So your father tells me that you made a friend the other day.” She spoke hopefully.

Without responding right away she rolled her eyes and turned the cart down another aisle. “Hardly mom, I spoke to the girl for like two seconds. She seemed really nice though. I wonder if she goes to Burleson High.”

“What was her name again?”

“It’s Kelly, I didn’t get her last name so it’s not like I could ask around or anything, and it’s not like I would or anything. That’d be super lame.”

“I guess, dear. I hope you’re able to drop this whole attitude thing you’ve got going on or you’re not going to make any friends or meet any boys. No one likes a sour puss.”

“I could give two shits what these people think about me.” That wasn’t true; she was scared shitless of possibly not fitting in. She’d never had to be the new girl before and she didn’t like the feeling at all.

Her head bobbed forward, the sting immediately following once she realized her mom had smacked her upside the back of her head. “Ouch.” She whimpered in disbelief.

Her mom pointed a finger in her face. “Watch your language Carrie Marie.”

She rubbed the back of her head with one hand as she continued to guide the cart down the new aisle with her other. “You didn’t have to freaking hit me.” She squeaked out.

“Consider it a lesson.” Her mother responded, tossing jumbo sized binders into the cart. Seriously woman you are over doing it right now.

Her mom must’ve seen the look on her face because she rolled her eyes. “These aren’t for you; I’ll need them for my grade book sheets. You’re free to grab your solid colored binders.” Her mother told her, stressing out the word solid.

“I don’t need any new ones; my old ones are perfectly…” She trailed off when her mother gave her a disapproving look. “Fiiine, I’ll get some new ones.” She caved, lifting her arm towards the middle shelf and swooping an armful of binders into the cart.

“There.” She said flatly, pushing the cart further ahead and passed her mother.

“Watch where you’re going!” The voice barked at her.

Carrie drew the cart back abruptly and glanced to her right, spotting a lanky auburn-haired girl around her age glaring at her.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.” She apologized quickly, stuttering like a fool.

The girl was soon joined by two other girls, both just as tall and equally as unimpressed by her as their friend seemed to be. She chewed away nervously on her bottom lip as the three sets of eyes beside her stared her up and down, sizing her up, as if they were going to attack her. Where the hell is my mother now when I may actually need her?

The three girls snickered but it was their leader that spoke up. “Nice boots.” That was an insult, she was sure. She didn’t even need to pretend like it was meant to be otherwise. Insecurely she shifted her weight on her feet and apologized one last time before turning and hurriedly heading in the opposite direction to find her mom.

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“I’m seriously going to quit.” Kelly announced, stopping in Ashley’s doorway and instantly glaring at her friend who was laughing hysterically at her.

She had to hand it to her though; Ashley had managed to only minorly make fun of her when she had picked her up from work the other night and spotted her walking like she needed a cane for assistance. A louder laugh rippled from her best friend’s chest as she continued to ease her way into the room at the speed of a slug.

“You laugh, but when I smother you with a pillow in your sleep, we’ll see who’s laughing then.”

Ashley continued to chuckle as she pushed up into a sitting position on her bed and folded her legs Indian style. “My grandmother walks faster than you on bad day.”

She picked up the first thing within her reach, which happened to be a paperback book, and chucked it across the room at her friend. Ashley successfully dodged it even though it flew at her with great speed and force.

“I’m sorry, you’re right, it’s not funny,”

She nodded thankfully at her friend. “Thank you.”

“It’s freaking hilarious.” She didn’t dodge the fist that crashed into her arm. “Ouch, you punch like a dude.” She complained, rubbing her arm.

Kelly snorted and carefully lowered herself onto Ashley’s bed. “Then you should really stop teasing me before I deck your ass again.” She warned.

Ashley shook her head and lowered herself back down against the mattress, stretching her body out the opposite way of her friends, her head resting beside her feet. “You need to take your shoes off.” Ashley said, slapping her hand against one of her shoes.

Kelly rolled her eyes and swiftly kicked the worn out chucks off her feet. “Better?”

“Much, but if your feet are funky I swear I’ll shove you off my bed.”

She wiggled her toes. “Please, my feet smell like roses.”

Ashley scoffed. “Those are some pretty fucked up roses.” She laughed.

She tapped her friend playfully in the head with her foot. “Bitch.”

Ashley cracked a smile and folded her hands across her stomach. “Right back at you.” They shared a soft laugh before it quickly died down.

“So if you quit, what happens to your Mustang dream?” Ashley quizzed.

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll just find another job because the money I make at the video store is crap so I wouldn’t be able to save up for it on that alone.”

“I could pitch in some.”

Kelly propped herself up, leaning back against the mattress with her elbows. Slowly Ashley did the same so that she could see her.

“Absolutely not, I’m even offended by the offer.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, stop with the dramatic act, I was being nice.”

“Well don’t.” She demanded, casually dropping her elbows and laying back flat against the mattress again.

Ashley knew best to just change the subject. “So, are you ready for school tomorrow?”

Kelly sighed and gradually shut her eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Maybe it wasn’t the best subject to change to.

“How do you think it’ll be now?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.” She admitted, and the truth was it kind of scared her not knowing what to expect.

“I mean, it’s been pretty quiet this summer so maybe they…”

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she glanced up at the ceiling. “Maybe they what, forgot? Not likely.”

Ashley frowned and languidly lowered herself back against the mattress as well. “Well, I guess we’ll find out right.”

“I guess we will.” She murmured in response, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

She felt Ashley’s hand reach out for and grasp her own. “I’m still here.” Ashley said softly.

“I know.” She whispered back, feeling her eyes stinging behind her lids. She licked away at her bottom lip, a warm tear gliding down her cheek and grazing them. “Thank you.”
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The Oklahoma-Texas Line