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Best Days Of Our Lives	By : classic06 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 14130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jeanne walked down the hall, opening Kelly's door quietly to be able to peek inside and check on her daughter. She smiled to find her asleep in bed with Carrie, the blankets pulled up to their chins, both looking completely worn out. She could hear Kelly snoring softly. How Carrie managed to continue to get her daughter to rest was beyond her, but it definitely wasn't something she was going to complain about.
She went to turn back around, but a movement caught her eye. Kelly shifted her position slightly, causing the blanket to fall. Jeanne felt her heart stop at the sight of the two girl's bare shoulders. She backed out of the room, closing the door behind her.
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Carrie smiled at the sight of a pair of hazel eyes waking up and staring back at her. "Hey," she greeted, leaning forward to kiss Kelly's forehead.
"Hey," Kelly replied, wrapping her arms tighter around her.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm on cloud nine," she smiled, practically purring as Carrie ran her nails up and down her bare back.
Carrie's smile grew as she pulled her as close as she could, kissing her lightly.
"You ok?"
"Perfect," she replied.
"About your mom..."
"That's the furthest thing from my mind right now," Carrie admitted.
"Good, that was my plan."
"Ah, so this was all a part of your plan?"
"Yep."
"And what plan is that?"
"To make you forget about everything bad, and to be happy forever."
"Well, I have to say you are definitely off to a good start."
"Good," Kelly grinned, accepting another kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Carrie replied kissing her again. "Are you hungry?"
"How'd you know?"
"Because I know you...and your stomach was growling while you were sleeping."
Kelly laughed.
"How about I fix you a peanut butter sandwich?"
"Sounds really good," she nodded, getting one more quick kiss before Carrie sat up, looking around for her bra and shirt.
Kelly blushed, closing her eyes quickly. She felt Carrie kissing her lightly, and she opened her eyes to find Carrie pulling on her shirt, smiling.
"You are the cutest thing ever, do you know that?"
Kelly smiled back as Carrie kissed her again before walking out of the room. She lay in bed for a few more moments, before getting dressed herself, deciding to go help her.
"Hey," she greeted, placing a hand on Carrie's back as she dug around the kitchen.
"What are you doing? I was going to come bring it to you in bed," Carrie pouted.
"But I wanted to come help."
Carrie smiled, "We're going to have to work on this. One of us needs to be the selfish one."
"Fine," Kelly sighed, playfully. "I'll be the selfish one. I'll go wait in the living room. But next time, you have to be the selfish one, got it?"
"Deal," Carrie nodded, kissing her. "Now go."
Kelly smiled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before walking out of the kitchen, past the dining room and into the living room. She let out a light scream at the sight of her mom sitting on the sofa, her hands folded lightly in her lap.
"Shoot, Mom. You scared me," Kelly said, her hand over her heart. "How...how long have you been here?"
"For over an hour," Jeanne replied.
"Oh."
"Where's Carrie?"
Kelly felt her stomach flip as her mother caught her eye, "She's, uh, she's making me a sandwich."
"Get that poor girl out of the kitchen."
"Carrie!" Kelly called out.
"Yea baby?!"
Kelly could no longer meet her mother's gaze, "Come see for a sec!"
Carrie walked into the living room, a jar of peanut butter in one hand, a bottle of honey in the other, "Hey, y'all must be out of jelly, but I found some honey. It's really great, though, I've had it like that before. You game?"
"Carrie," Jeanne said carefully, causing her to jump.
"Mrs....Mrs. Taylor," she took a shaky breath. "I didn't know you were here."
"Put the food down, dear. I think we need to have a talk."
Carrie looked from her to Kelly who was standing there as if she had just seen a ghost. Carrie nodded, doing as she was told, placing the peanut butter and honey down on a small table.
"I think y'all should sit."
Carrie sat down on the recliner, and Kelly made a move to go join her.
"Kelly, come sit by me."
"Yes ma'am," she mumbled, joining her mother on the couch, making sure to sit all the way on the other end of it.
"Kelly," Jeanne turned to her, trying to keep her voice calm. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
"Um...I got an A on my math test?" she offered.
"Kelly..."
Kelly had suddenly found the arm rest of the sofa very interesting. She tugged on a loose button.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't ruin the couch. We can't exactly afford another one right now."
Kelly felt herself sinking down even lower at the mention of money problems, being reminded of Carrie's mom.
"Kelly," Jeanne sighed. "I am trying very hard to be patient right now."
"It's not her fault," Carrie cut in.
Jeanne raised a hand up, stopping her, "I believe I am talking to my daughter right now. You will have your turn."
Carrie shifted in her seat.
"Kelly, you really don't want me to get angry about this."
"I love her," she whispered.
"Louder, Kelly. I can't hear you."
"I love her," she repeated, her voice cracking as she looked at her mom, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Jeanne took a deep breath, "Now Kelly--"
"No, I know what you're going to say," Kelly interrupted. "But I'm not too young. I love her, Mom."
"Sweetie, you are young."
"I'm eighteen. I'm an adult."
"I like Carrie," Jeanne commented. "You know I think she's a sweet girl, but you don't love her. You don't know what love is, yet. You haven't even dated anyone."
"Maybe you're the one that doesn't know what love is," Kelly replied growing angry.
"Kell..." Carrie said worriedly, knowing now wasn't the time for her temper to flare up.
"What does that mean?" Jeanne questioned.
"That means that maybe you're the one that doesn't know what love is. I mean, who's to say I'm too young? Grandma and Grandpa are still together, and they've been dating since they were sixteen. You...you're the one with the divorce, and you waited until you were older to be in "love"."
"Kelly Brianne," her mom scolded.
"No," she shook her head. "Maybe that's everybody's problem nowadays. They wait too long, and they forget what love really is. They think too much about money and their careers, and they forget that love really is very simple. I love her, Mom."
Jeanne frowned at the sight of her daughter starting to cry harder.
"I love her," she repeated, the tears falling faster.
"Sweetie," Jeanne sighed, reaching out and pulling her to her, holding her close as she cried on her shoulder. "It's ok," she soothed. "It's all going to be ok."
"No, it won't. You hate me now."
"I don't hate you, Kelly. I could never hate you. You're my baby girl. I just...I just want what's best for you."
"But I love her."
"Ok," Jeanne rubbed her back. "It's ok."
"I'm so sorry," she cried, holding onto her tightly.
Carrie felt her heart tugging at the sight of the short Texan this upset. She wanted nothing more than to be the one with her arms around her, but she knew better than to even ask.
"Kelly, come on," Jeanne urged, trying to sit her up. "Come on now. Enough."
Kelly immediately reached back for her mother, but Jeanne pulled back, holding her upright.
"Stop. Now there's no reason to be this upset," Jeanne said firmly. "You're better than this."
Kelly sniffed hard, wiping her eyes.
"There you go," she nodded, helping her brush her tears away. "That's my girl."
"You don't...you don't hate me?" Kelly looked up at her, the fear obvious in her eyes.
"I don't hate you. I just..." Jeanne sighed. "I don't hate you, sweetie."
Kelly nodded.
"Now how about you go take a shower and freshen up, and we'll go out to eat somewhere, ok?"
"What about Carrie?"
"Carrie and I need to have a talk," Jeanne replied.
"Will she be going eat with us?" Kelly asked.
"Kelly..."
Kelly looked at her hopefully.
Jeanne sighed, "We'll see. You go get ready."
"Yes ma'am," Kelly nodded, standing. She looked at Carrie, wanting to say something, but not knowing what could be said in front of her mother that wouldn't upset her any more, so she merely settled for a smile.
Carrie returned it, watching as she walked out of the room, leaving her alone with Jeanne.
"Please don't be mad at her," Carrie quickly said.
"I'm not mad," Jeanne shook her head. "Upset, yes. Disappointed, maybe."
"Disappointed?"
Jeanne eyed her carefully, "I came back from work today and went check on my daughter like I always do to find the two of you sleeping in the same bed."
Carrie paled, feeling as if she were about to throw up.
"It's funny because I used to thank you because I had no idea how you managed to get her to rest when nobody else can. Imagine my surprise, when I found out how you've been managing to get her to sleep when the sheet fell some, and I realized the both of you were shirtless."
Carrie blushed, but spoke up, "It isn't like that. That was the first...that was our first..."
Jeanne closed her eyes as her heart sank, "That's my baby."
"I know," Carrie said softly.
"And I knew that this day would come, I just...this is a religious house hold. We raised her to believe that it is special and that she should wait until marriage. I never thought it would've been so soon--"
"Really, it isn't that soon, I mean most people our age..." Carrie's voice trailed off at the look in Jeanne's eyes that told her that she wasn't helping herself at all.
"And I thought it would be with a boy. Someone that would take care of her. Someone that would protect her."
"I can protect her," Carrie argued.
"You're just a baby like she is," Jeanne shook her head.
"But I'm not," she replied. "I can protect her. I promise I will."
"Carrie..."
"Mrs. Taylor, please," Carrie looked at her desperately. "Your daughter...she means everything to me, and I know you're upset and confused and a lot of other things right now, but please just...don't...can you just think about it? I mean, you don't have to like it or accept it, but maybe, can you tolerate it?"
"Carrie," Jeanne shook her head again.
Carrie mentally cursed herself as she felt her eyes stinging.
"Do your parents know?"
"Yes ma'am. That's kind of why I'm here."
"They kicked you out?" Jeanne asked, shocked.
"No, they kicked Kelly out."
"So, that means you're here, why?"
"Why would I be where she isn't?"
Jeanne rubbed her eyes tiredly, "This is a lot to take in, and honestly, I don't know what to do. You kids, y'all don't come with manuals, you know?"
Carrie let out a slight laugh as she sniffed back the tears that had been threatening to fall.
"If I told you to leave, where would you go?"
"I don't know," she replied, truthfully. "I can't go home right now. Not just because Kelly can't be there--my mom...it wouldn't be good."
Jeanne nodded, "Why don't you come to dinner with us? You can stay here tonight."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, but Kelly will be sleeping on the couch.."
"No, I'll take the couch, it's fine."
"Nonsense, you're a guest," Jeanne eyed her carefully. "Actually, Kelly will sleep with me, Jimmy will take the couch...that's final."
Carrie nodded, knowing Jeanne wanted to make sure the two girls didn't share a bed, and honestly, she couldn't blame her, knowing that she wouldn't be able to share a bed with the short Texan and manage to keep her hands to herself.
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Kelly shifted uncomfortably in the back seat of her mother's car as they drove home. She saw Carrie's hand slipping back between the front passenger seat and the door. She leaned forward, resting her chin on one hand, her other hand slowly falling to meet Carrie's, their fingers hooking together.
Kelly couldn't help but take a breath of relief at the contact, no matter how small it was. She hadn't been able to touch the girl, let alone get a moment of privacy with her since her mom had talked to them. She had hoped when she had gotten up after the meal to go wash her hands, and Carrie had stood to go as well that that would've been their chance, but her mom gotten up and followed them. All she really wanted was to be able to talk to the other girl. She didn't know what her mom had told her, and she just wanted to make sure that everything was ok, and to hug her and just be in her arms. She tightened her fingers around Carrie's, feeling the Oklahoma native do the same.
"So...last week of school," Jeanne tried to make small talk with Carrie in the front. "Are you ready?"
"Yes ma'am," Carrie nodded. "I can't wait to be done with it."
"And have you decided on which college you're going to pick, yet?"
"No ma'am. The more I think about it, the more I want to go to L.A. with Kelly."
"And how do your parents feel about that?"
"Honestly, I'm not of the particular mind right now to really give a darn about what my parents think."
Kelly smiled in the back seat, her thumb tracing a soft circle in the palm of Carrie's hand.
"Now, Carrie, I know things may seem tough right now with them, but they're still your parents," Jeanne noted.
"Mrs. Taylor, I just..." Carrie paused, trying to think of the most respectful way to continue. "I really, really appreciate you letting me come out to dinner with you, and letting me stay in your home, I do, but I'd really be thankful it if we didn't talk about my parents. It's just...you don't know the full story, so it wouldn't be fair for you to make a judgement about them."
Jeanne nodded, "You're right. I'm sorry, dear."
"It's ok," Carrie let out the breath she had been holding, thankful that she didn't get herself kicked out of the car.
Kelly gave her fingers another squeeze before pulling away as her mother pulled the car into park in front of the apartment. She sat up straight, getting out of the car. She smiled as Carrie's hand smoothed across her arm as she got out as well, pulling back as Jeanne crossed in front of the car to join them, motioning for them to walk in front of her. Kelly clasped her hands together to keep from reaching out and taking the other girl's like she was dying to do. She followed Carrie up the stairs, working to keep her eyes anywhere but on the body in front of her.
Jeanne reached the top of the stairs, opening the door to the apartment, letting both girls in.
Kelly laughed softly at the sound of snoring. She looked to find her dad had fallen asleep on the couch, watching television. At least they wouldn't have to explain to him why he was getting kicked out of his own bed. She followed Carrie down the hall, feeling her mom right behind her.
Carrie paused when she reached Kelly's room, turning back, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Jeanne nodded.
Kelly turned to her mother pleadingly as Carrie walked into the room.
"You have two minutes," Jeanne replied, the warning evident in her voice.
"Yes ma'am," Kelly quickly agreed, before walking into her bedroom. "Care..."
Carrie turned to face her with a smile. "Hey..." her smile faded.
Kelly looked over her shoulder to find her mother had left the door wide open.
"I guess this is the closest we're gonna get to being alone together for now, huh?"
"I guess so," Kelly sighed.
Carrie reached out, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her into a hug, "Everything's going to be ok."
"Do you really believe that?"
"I do."
"Good," Kelly buried her face in her neck. "Because I really needed to hear you say that."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Man, I wish this afternoon had been different. I wish your mom would've never walked in on us so I could hold you tonight and push away any doubts or fears or questions you have."
"It's ok," Kelly assured. "This is enough for now."
"You don't have any regrets, do you?"
"Not a single one," Kelly replied honestly. "Do you?"
"Not at all. Baby, I'm dying for all this mess to be over with so I can just make love to you over, and over, and over again," she held her closer.
Kelly buried her face further in her neck.
Carrie closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of the short Texan being in her arms once more.
Much too soon in both their opinion, there was a knock on the door frame.
"Kelly," Jeanne interrupted gently. "Time for bed."
"Yes ma'am," Kelly pulled back slowly.
"I love you," Carrie whispered.
"I love you too," Kelly replied with a smile. "Sleep well."
"You too," Carrie finally let go, feeling Jeanne's eyes glued to her. She watched Kelly walk out the room, past her mother, heading towards her parents' bed room.
Jeanne turned to follow.
"Mrs. Taylor..."
She looked back at her.
"I, um, I really am very grateful to you for letting me stay here, even if it's just for one night. You didn't have to do that, and I...thank you," Carrie nodded.
Jeanne gave a soft smile of appreciation, "You're welcome. Now get some sleep. You've had a long day."
"Yes ma'am," Carrie nodded again.
Jeanne walked out, closing the door carefully before making her way back to her bedroom.
Kelly was curled up under the covers, pretending to be asleep as her mom closed the door and got ready for bed.
"Kelly..." Jeanne said carefully as she got in bed. "Kelly, I know you're awake. You're never tense like that when you're asleep."
Kelly relaxed some, turning onto her back.
"We need to talk."
"Are you gonna let Carrie stay here?"
Jeanne sighed.
"Mom, you can't make her go back to her house. Her mother hit her."
"I have no control over other people and how they choose to raise their children, Kelly."
"But you let her stay here before," Kelly pointed out.
"What do you think your dad's gonna say?" Jeanne asked.
Kelly swallowed hard.
"This is not how we raised you, Kelly."
"Mom, come on. No sex until I'm married? Do you know how unrealistic that is? I'm sure you and Dad had sex before y'all were married."
"Jimmy and I's private time is none of your business," Jeanne replied. "Besides, we're adults."
"Carrie and I are adults."
"Y'all are just babies."
"No, we're not. That's just how you see us. What I feel for her...that is a very adult thing."
Jeanne shook her head, "This is different."
"Why is this different?"
"She's a girl, Kelly."
"So that's really why you're so upset. I mean, if Carrie were a guy, then we wouldn't even have half as much resistance from you."
"Now, you know that's not true."
"You just said it was different, Mom."
"I know...I know, sweetie, I just...this is all a big shock for me, but I...I can see how much she means to you, and I know that you really, truly believe that you love her, I know that, and you know all I want is for you to be happy."
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that if Carrie is what makes you happy, then I am willing to accept that. I may not fully understand it, but you two really do care about each other, I can see that. I raised you to be tolerant of other people and their lifestyles, so it would be extremely hypocritical of me to say that I wouldn't allow this."
"Thank you," Kelly turned quickly, wrapping her arms around her mother tightly.
Jeanne rubbed her back comfortingly, "I just don't know how your Dad is going to feel about this. I don't think he'll be quite as accepting."
Kelly sniffed, brushing back the tears she hadn't even realized she was crying, "Do we...do we have to tell him?"
"You know I don't like lying, Kelly. And speaking of...I want you to know how upset I am that you have been lying to me about this. You should've come to me."
"I know, and I'm so sorry about that, but I was scared."
"Well, at least I know now."
"So are you going to tell him?"
"Not right away."
Kelly smiled, "Thank you, Mommy."
"Don't Mommy me," Jeanne couldn't help but laugh softly at Kelly's attempt to butter her up. "There will be some ground rules."
"Yes ma'am."
"You will not share a bed with her."
"But Mom--"
"No, no but Moms. If she were a boy, you know I definitely wouldn't allow it, so the same rules apply."
"What about Dad?"
"You will sleep on the couch as long as Carrie's staying here."
"So she can stay?"
"She can stay as long as she needs," Jeanne nodded. "And Kelly..."
"Yes ma'am?"
"I'm trusting you. I mean it when I say that I don't want you two sharing a bed."
"Yes ma'am."
"And during the day, if the two of you are in your room, I want the door open."
"Mom..."
"Kelly, you want me to be fair? This is exactly what the rules would be if she were a boy, and you know it."
Kelly sighed.
"Now, Carrie will still be driving you to and from school and work if she wants," Jeanne nodded. "But everyday this week as soon as school lets out, the both of you will come straight to the elementary school and help me out with tutoring. Think of it as your punishment for lying to me."
Kelly nodded.
"And Kelly..."
"Yes ma'am?"
"I love you."
"I love you too," Kelly smiled as her mom kissed the top of her head.
"Now try and get some sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am," Kelly nodded, curling up against her mother's side.
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