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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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"Hey sweetie," Kelly's skin crawled at the feeling of someone grabbing her arm. "How about you get me another beer?"
"Frank," the owner of the bar warned the nightly regular. "No touching the waitresses."
"Sorry," Frank laughed, pulling his hand back. "Forgot."
Kelly muttered under her breath as she walked to the back to fill a table's order. She tugged on her blue jean skirt, hating that it was so short, before adjusting her black polo shirt that she had told the comedy bar's owner was a size to small when he handed it to her, but he had just smiled at her in reply. "Thanks," she smiled appreciatively as one of the bartenders filled her order of drinks.
"Everything's ok out there?"
"Yea, it's kind of a slow night...Frank's here."
"Fun," he chuckled, lifting the tray he had placed all the drinks on for her and placing it on her hand. "Got it?"
"Yea, I got it. Thanks."
"Don't let the jackasses get to you."
"I won't," she laughed, walking back out to the bar and bringing the drinks to her table, passing them out with a smile.
"KC..." Kelly turned at the sound of the owner's voice. "You know the rules. Get the kid away from the bar."
"Yes sir," Kelly smiled when she saw Carrie sitting all the way at the end of the bar in her usual spot, staring up at the television. She walked towards her, quietly stepping between her and the wall. "How's it going, All-star?" she asked in her ear.
Carrie melted as Kelly nibbled on her ear playfully, her hand resting on the taller girl's back.
Kelly giggled as Carrie blushed.
"That's not even right," Carrie shook her head, turning to her.
Kelly wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a hug as she pressed their cheeks together.
"Rough night?" she asked, rubbing the Texan's back.
"Nah, it's just always a welcome break to see you here," Kelly pulled back with a smile. "Come on, I'll get you a table."
Carrie took the arm she offered, "How come I'm never allowed to stay at the bar?"
"Because you aren't old enough to drink," Kelly explained, guiding her to an empty table. "And you sitting there is taking up the spot of someone who is old enough to drink, and will pay lots of money to do so."
"There were tons of seats open," she pointed out.
"Why do you love sitting there?" Kelly asked curiously. "And always in the same spot?"
"I'm sorry, baby. I know this is a comedy bar, but the acts here suck."
Kelly laughed, "Yea."
"I'd rather watch television instead," Carrie shrugged. "Plus, I can see the whole place from there, so I can make sure none of the creeps that hit on you try to take it too far."
Kelly smiled, squeezing her shoulder as she sat down, "Don't worry. They have strict rules to protect us."
"Kell...I've heard the stuff some of these guys say to you..."
"It's just harmless talk."
Carrie frowned.
"How about I go get you some wings?"
She nodded.
"Care...I do love that you watch out for me. I'm just used to taking care of myself, you know that."
Carrie smiled, "Yea, well...can't say I blame those guys. You do look really hot in that skirt."
Kelly blushed, "Ok, I'm gonna go place that order for you."
Carrie laughed, watching her as she walked away.
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"So question," Kelly stopped by Carrie's table, balancing a tray of empty beer bottles on her hand. "Where does your mom think you are when you come over here?"
"I tell her we're just hanging out at your house," Carrie shrugged. "Why?"
"I'd love to see her face if she found out. I can about imagine what she would say. 'That girl is corrupting you, Carrie Marie. She's bad for you...bad, you here me?'."
Carrie smiled, tugging her closer by her shirt, "But really, you are so good for me...so, so good."
Kelly grinned, biting her lip.
"What time you get off?" Carrie asked, her voice low.
"About an hour from now."
"Not soon enough," Carrie shook her head, letting go of her shirt.
Kelly laughed softly, her hand rubbing the other girl's arms as she walked passed her, placing the tray on the bar. The bartender smiled, taking the beer bottles. She smiled at the feeling of a small hand placed lightly on the small of her back.
"Can I have a rootbeer?" Carrie asked politely.
"Sure thing," the bartender nodded, turning to grab a drink.
"Now, why can she touch the waitress and I can't?" Kelly sighed at the sound of a rather drunk Frank debating with the bar's owner a few seats down.
"Because she isn't a creepy, drunk old man," the owner replied with a laugh, handing him another beer.
"Asshole," Carrie muttered.
"Frank's harmless," the bartender smiled, handing her a rootbeer.
"I meant the owner," Carrie replied before walking back to the table.
"So, KC," the bartender turned to her. "Your friend...is she single?"
"No," Kelly replied firmly.
"That's a shame," he shook his head. "You think you can give her my number anyway?"
"Hell no," Kelly grabbed the tray as she walked away. "Asshole."
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"Oh shit," Kelly cursed as they reached Carrie's car.
"What's wrong?" Carrie turned to her.
"I forgot to tip out to the bartender."
"You have to tip out the bartender? Doesn't he get enough tips on his own?"
Kelly shrugged, opening her door for her, "Probably, but that's the rules."
"Stupid rules," Carrie noted as she sat in the driver's seat.
"Yea," Kelly laughed softly, looking around before she leaned down, giving her a quick kiss. "I'll be right back."
"Ok, hurry though."
"I will," she assured, closing the door for her before making her way back to the bar. She groaned as she tugged on the door handle, realizing it was already locked. She held a hand up, waving to Carrie before walking around the building to the back parking lot, finding the back door.
"Hey," the bartender smiled as she opened the door and nearly ran into her. "I thought you had left on me."
"Almost," she gave a short laugh, pulling out her tips for the night and handing him a portion of it.
"Thanks," he nodded.
"Yea," Kelly turned to walk back.
"Hey, wait, let me go clock out real quick, and I'll walk you back."
"I'm fine," Kelly shook her head, his request for Carrie's number still a little too fresh in her mind.
"You sure?"
"Yea, see you next weekend."
"You too," he smiled, closing the back door after she had walked out of the bar.
Kelly yawned as she made her way back to the car. She stiffened at the feeling of someone walking behind her as she turned the corner to the side of the building. "Mike?" she questioned the bartender as she turned to look. "Oh...h-hey Frank," she greeted uneasily when she realized it was the bar patron behind her, and not the bartender.
He smiled.
"Night Frank," Kelly waved politely, turning back around and quickening her pace. She cursed herself for not waiting for Mike when she felt Frank keeping pace with her.
"Wait," he reached out, grabbing her arm, halting her.
"Frank, my friend's waiting for me," Kelly struggled to keep her voice steady. "I should get going."
"Your friend from the bar?" Frank questioned, his words running together slowly.
Kelly scrunched her nose at the smell of alcohol on his breath. She'd always hated the smell of beer, "Yea, she's waiting for me."
"She was cute too," he tightened his grip on her arm, pushing her against the side wall of the building.
"Care!" Kelly yelled loudly, even though she knew the chance of her hearing was slim to none from where she sat in the car with the radio on. She was just hoping to scare Frank off. "Care!"
"You think she'd like to join us?" Frank asked with a curious smile.
Kelly quickly closed her mouth.
He laughed, his other hand gripping onto her hip.
Kelly swallowed hard, trying to think of any form of self-defense that she knew, finding herself surprised at how much bigger he appeared when he wasn't slouched over a bar. "Frank...just let me go...please..."
"Please..." he mocked with a grin, his hand sliding over the front of her skirt. "You act like you don't want this...like you didn't start this."
Kelly whimpered at the feeling of Frank's hand on her leg, his fingers rough and calloused. She tried to find her voice to scream again, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.
"All those times you've flirted with me..." Frank let his fingers slowly move up her skirt, ignoring the tears that were silently streaming down the short Texan's cheeks. "Walked right past me in that short skirt, knowing I was watching..."
"Please don't," Kelly's voice cracked. She'd sworn she'd never be one of those girls that let this happen to them, but now that she was actually here, she found herself frozen in the spot, unable to move except for the way her body was shaking when Frank pressed himself against her.
"See...you do want this," he breathed against her face. "You're not even trying...you're making it easier."
Kelly took a deep breath, suddenly finding her voice as she yelled as loudly as she could, "Care!"
Her voice was muffled as a pair of lips pressed firmly against her own. She had the sudden urge to throw up as she pushed his chest with all the strength had, unable to move him off of her. She winced as his hand squeezed her thigh roughly.
"Hey!" Kelly felt dizzy with relief at the sound of a familiar voice and the feeling of Frank being pulled off of her. She turned, steadying herself against the wall at the sound of bone hitting bone, figuring that Mike had hit him. She could hear cursewords flying from the bartender's mouth, but she couldn't really comprehend any of them as she gulped at the night air, trying to find her head.
"KC, you're ok?" she quickly stepped back as someone put a hand on her back.
"Hey," Mike held up his hands in surrender. "It's just me."
Kelly looked over to where Frank was huddled on the ground, covering his now bloodied face with his hands.
"Are you ok?" Mike asked gently.
"Yea, I'm fine," she nodded, unsure of the voice that was coming out of her mouth--it sounded nothing like her own.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to call the police or anything?"
"I'm fine," she insisted, taking a couple steps back.
"Hey, wait. Let me at least walk you to your car."
"I said, I'm fine," she repeated harshly, straightening her skirt and turning to walk away.
Mike looked between her and a now passed out Frank, helplessly.
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"Hey," Carrie smiled as Kelly got into the car. "Took you long enough."
"Yea," Kelly was amazed at her own ability to laugh. "I couldn't find Mike."
"The bartender?"
"Yea," she nodded. "You know...he asked me for your number tonight."
Carrie laughed.
"I'm serious," Kelly replied as Carrie adjusted the air conditioner.
"And what did you say?"
"That you were taken," she shrugged.
"Very much so," Carrie agreed with a wink.
Kelly smiled, "Let's go home?"
"Definitely," Carrie nodded, pulling the car out of the parking lot.
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