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Love Quotes	By : classic06 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 18138 -:- 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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"I just want to know
What it feels like to touch
Something so pure."
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"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Ashley Rae."
"Kelly Brianne," Ashley countered.
"First, I am not wearing that," Kelly said, pointing to the outfit that was hanging on the back of the door. It was a pair of extremely baggy black pants that seemed to be held together by saftey pins and chain links, and a black t-shirt that would most definitely show off her entire midriff. "Second, I am not dying my hair black," she said, pointing to the box of hair dye on the counter. "And third," she said, pointing to her best friend. "I am not wearing make-up that makes me look gothic."
"But it's part of Francois' concept," Ashley reminded her with a cheeky grin.
Kelly narrowed her eyes, "That...that butterfly has a concept?"
"You know..." Ashley laughed. "She's a little bit country. You're a little bit rock and roll."
"Ugh!" Kelly groaned, covering her eyes exasperatedly. "I'm not doing this. You knew I wouldn't do this."
"Yea," she nodded. "I just wanted to see your face. So what are you gonna do?"
"Go out nekked?"
Ashley laughed, "I'm sure that will go over well with the hospital."
"Well they are doctors," Kelly shrugged. "So it's nothing they haven't seen before."
"Kelly," Ashley fussed, trying to be serious, but failing miserably.
"I'll just wait to talk to Carrie about it," she sighed.
"Speaking of," Ashley said as there was a knock on the door.
Kelly's jaw dropped as Carrie walked into the dressing room.
"Howdy y'all," Carrie greeted, drawing out her accent purposefully.
Kelly's eyes traveled down from the adorable cowboy hat, to the cowboy shirt that seemed to be made for a three year old with the way it was tied right below her chest--seemingly making it impossible to breathe--down her toned stomach to what seemed to have once been a pair of extremely low rise jeans that had been turned into a pair of cut-offs that covered, well nothing, all the way down her long legs to her cowboy boots.
When Kelly's gaze finally met Carrie's again, the Texan was beat red.
"It's ok," Carrie smiled. "I know I look like a cross between Daisy Duke and a street-walker."
"A very hot street walker," Kelly offered with a grin, making the country singer laugh.
"But seriously, I'm not wearing this," Carrie shook her head. "Besides, there's no way I could stand in these boots for more than two seconds. They must be two sizes too small. My feet are killing me," she groaned looking around the room for a chair, only to find that Ashley had sat in the spare.
Ashley gave her a look, daring her to ask for her to move. She was still rather upset that the Oklahoma native had messed up Kelly's make-up earlier.
Carrie turned to Kelly who opened her arms to her, and the country singer sighed in relief as she sat on the Texan's lap, pulling the boots off.
Kelly bit her lip, not exactly sure what to do with her hands. Instinctively, she wanted to put them around her fellow Idol in order to keep her from slipping off, but the only thing she could see to put her hands on was skin. So, she settled to holding on to the armrests of the chair, her fists closed tight.
"Is that yours?" Carrie giggled, nodding towards the outfit hanging on the door.
"You laugh," Kelly said. "But I'm not the one that actually put it on."
Carrie shrugged, "I figured you'd get a kick out of it."
"Well thanks, cause I am," Kelly teased.
"You know," Ashley began. "A while back, I got lost getting back to my apartment in L.A. after a night out, and I saw a hooker that had on more clothes than what you're wearing now."
"Oh shut it," Carrie laughed.
Ashley just smiled in reply.
"I thought you lived in Texas," Carrie commented, turning to face Kelly.
"I do," she nodded, not helping the soft smile that was forming. She was so close to Carrie that she could see the flecks of gold in her hazel eyes. "But Ashley is more of one for the party life, so she lives in L.A. when we have time off."
"You don't like L.A.?"
"No," Kelly shook her head. "That's why I moved all my music stuff to Nashville."
Carrie nodded, "I can see that."
"So what about the shoot?" Ashley asked, reminding them about the reason why there were where they were.
Carrie and Kelly looked at each other with a smile.
"Michael!" they called out at the same time.
The door soon opened as Michael walked into the dressing room.
"Hey girls," his voice trailed off as he saw the pair of them, a blush rising to his cheeks. "You're not wearing that...you can't...I mean...charity."
"We know," Carrie laughed. "We're not wearing this."
"Good," he nodded, straightening his tie.
"But what about Francois?" Kelly asked resting her chin on Carrie's shoulder and pronouncing the name as the photographer had.
"I think I'm gonna have a little talk with him," Michael replied. "I didn't like the way he was addressing you two anyway."
"No, Michael, it's ok," Kelly said quickly.
"Yea," Carrie nodded. "We weren't exactly doing what he asked."
"Butterflies?" Michael asked. "I'll be the first to admit that I don't know much about all of this, but I think even I know more than that guy."
"But we need a photographer," Kelly pointed out.
"Don't worry," he smiled. "I'll handle it. You two just sit tight, ok?"
The two singers nodded before Michael walked out of the dressing room, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, an argument could be heard on the other side of the door, and the three girls listened as Francois' accent began to sound less and less French, and more and more as if he were from Brooklyn.
"So," Michael said, opening the door, making the girls jump. Kelly quickly reached out, putting her arms around Carrie to keep her from falling off. Carrie looked down to where Kelly's arms were wrapped around her bare stomach up to where Kelly's cheeks were burning brightly. The country singer couldn't help but giggle.
"Everything ok?" he asked.
"Yea," Kelly answered quickly, looking anywhere but at Carrie's brilliant smile. Her skin beneath her fingertips was easily the softest thing she had ever felt.
"Ok, so. Francois' gone."
"But who's gonna--" Carrie began, but Michael held up a hand to stop her. He opened the door, allowing for someone to walk in. Kelly looked to see Francois' assistant standing there. Suddenly with only one camera around his neck and without all the extra equipment he looked to be a lot more capable.
"Kelly, Carrie, this is Andrew. He is going to be your new photographer," Michael smiled.
"Hey," Carrie greeted.
"What's up?" Kelly smiled.
He nodded to each of them politely before asking, "Um, you're not planning to wear that are you?"
The two singers began to laugh again.
"No," Ashley assured him when the other two girls couldn't stop long enough to talk.
"Ok, good, cause from what I gathered, that's not at all what this shoot's about. I was thinking more along the lines of simple. Jeans and a nice shirt?" he suggested.
"God bless you," Kelly replied.
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