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All In The Family	By : Tansterz Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 4733 -:- 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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You’d think by now I’d be completely sick and tired of the same boring shit. Day in and day out, it was the same routine. I’d spend most of the morning dead to the world, not bothering to wake up before noon, and even then I’d have to pry myself out of bed and force myself to stop by my mom’s house before I headed to work for set up. There, I would face the same scrutiny I always did; Kelly why are you still single? Kelly when are you going to settle down? Kelly are you happy? Kelly are you eating properly? Kelly, Kelly, Kelly! God bless my mom’s little heart, but seriously, butt the hell out already.

My eyes twitched slightly at the sound of my alarm clock beeping obnoxiously beside me and without bothering to open them yet, I reached out blindly and swatted at the device until it was finally silent. Beside me something shuffled and it was then that I finally pried my eyes open. Oh great, what would this one be like? I rolled onto my side and was met with a confused set of brown eyes. I had to admit, I had good taste, and that the girl was gorgeous. But with one look into her eyes, I could tell that underneath all of that beauty, there was a whole bunch of insecurity I just didn’t even want to begin to deal with right now, which was going to make this next part a little difficult.

“You have to go,” I grumbled coldly, pushing up from my bed and strolling towards the other end of my bedroom, not bothering to cover up my naked form.

Even though my back was turned to the girl, I could hear her sitting up on the bed, the protest already forming on her lips, “But I…”

I rubbed my temple and silently hoped this wouldn’t take too long, “Look…” I trailed off, slowly turning towards the brunette. I didn’t even want to attempt guessing at her name. Thank god she got the hint, “its Ashli,” she spat out, obviously offended. Clearly I had broken one of my rules last night. I never, I repeat never, slept with or dated girls that had the same names as my friends. It just made it too weird for me.

“Ashli,” I let it flow off my lips like it didn’t bother me, “You seem like a wonderful woman,” I began, preparing to tell the same speech I told every morning to every girl that woke up beside me, “Really, you do, and I had a great time last night,” Lie. I totally just lied to her. I didn’t remember last night at all, “But you really need to go,” This was the part I hated most—the morning after, but I was highly incapable of getting into relationships and staying in them. This seemed to work out well for me, even if I did completely stomp all over poor girls hearts.

Without another word I slipped into the bathroom, pulled the door shut behind me and turned the lock, all in one swift motion. I could hear shuffling inside of my room on the other side of the door. I don’t care if this made me a coward, it was just how things were, and I was completely fine living like this. I waited a couple minutes, listening to Ashli gather her things and I’d guess get dressed as well, when I heard my apartment door open and slam shut, I knew that she was gone.

Unlocking the bathroom door I reentered my now empty bedroom. I shot a quick glance in the direction of my bed and frowned slightly. Such a shame it almost always remained empty.

I made my way out of my bedroom, still naked, and sauntered towards the front door. I turned the lock and slid the chain over the door—didn’t need any of the crazy one night stands showing up while I was in the shower.

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I arrived at my moms house about an hour after the whole Ashli incident, and as usual I was kind of dreading being there. I slid in through the garage, which led into the kitchen, and as always my mom was in there preparing something.

“Hey Kell,” she greeted without looking up at me, completely focused on whatever she was stirring inside of the bowl on the counter.

“Hey mom,” I replied, positioning myself onto a bar stool in front of the island, staring at my moms back for a couple of seconds before she finally turned around to face me.

She looked me up and down for a split second and in the next instant she rolled her eyes at me as she moved with the bowl to the counter closer to me, “Do you have a problem wearing clothes that actually have…I don’t know, more material?”

I glanced down at my outfit as I reached out and stuck my finger inside of the bowl she was mixing shit into, “What’s wrong with my outfit?” I asked indignantly, trying to hold back my laughter. I knew perfectly well what was wrong with my outfit—or at least what my mom didn’t like about it.

Smiling I brought my hands up to the tight, black tuxedo vest I was wearing and adjusted it to where more of my almost non-existent cleavage was showing, “Mm there, I think I fixed it now,” I said sarcastically, watching my moms face twist into a sour expression, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” my mom sighed, turning her back to me again to retrieve something from the fridge.

I pushed up from the bar stool, “Nothing, you’re going to do nothing. Mom, I’m almost 27, seriously when are you going to start treating me like an adult?” I questioned, leaning against the island with my hands, “When you start acting like one,” she shot back.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, “Ugh, whatever. My shift starts soon, I have to go,” I told her, turning on my heel and practically leaping towards the door, “You’re not going to eat anything?” she asked before I had the chance to slip out the door. I paused, the screen door slightly ajar, “No, I’m not that hungry,” I told her. I rolled my eyes again when she shot me a warning look, “I’ll grab something on my way. Goodbye mom,” I was out the door and halfway down the driveway when I heard my mom shout after me.

I kept walking until I reached my car, pretending like I hadn’t heard her, “Kelly!” finally I turned, leaning on my now opened car door, “What?” I called back to her, “Don’t forget, your brother is bringing home his new girlfriend this weekend,” she answered. I let out a short laugh, “And?” I responded. My brother bringing home a new girlfriend was probably about as new as me sleeping with a different girl almost every night.

“He seems serious about this one. We’re having a lot of the family over this weekend, and I want you to come and stay at the house,” she paused and had to have known I was going to say something smart because she was cutting me off before I even had the chance to, “We want the family to meet her,”

“Your plan is to scare off the one girl he might be serious about?” I questioned confused, “Just shut up and go along with it. I’ll see you later tonight,” she snapped.

I waved my hand at her before I slid into the car, “Yeah, yeah whatever.” I started up my car and quickly reversed out of the driveway.

My brother and I are basically the same person—I am pretty much the female version of him. So the chances of him being serious about his latest conquest were slim to none. And besides, the family would probably scare her off before the weekend was even over.

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Everything was stocked and ready to go by the time the bar opened at four. Yes, I’m a bartender, surely I’m the child my mother is most proud of. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure my mother loves all her children equally, but sometimes I get the feeling that I fall short of her expectations.

The bar was already pretty packed almost instantly after we opened our doors, but as the hours passed by, more and more people started to show up. Patrons came and went, girls flirted and slipped me their numbers, but none of them were interesting. That was until in walked the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life, and she clearly looked like a challenge—I loved challenges.

She looked a good mixture of lost and scared, but either way, I was more than willing to help her out.

She approached the bar, her golden blonde locks bouncing with each step she took. I pretended that I didn’t see her at first as I knelt down to busy myself with some glasses under the counter.

“Excuse me,”

I swear I think I just melted. Slowly I straightened back up and blew a few strands of hair that had fallen into my face out of my way.

“What can I get you sexy?” I asked, locking my eyes on hers as I placed a napkin on the bar top and waited for her to order something.

I suppose my open forwardness shocked her a little, “Um…well, I…what do you recommend?”

Smiling I responded with, “Would you like an orgasm?” her reaction to the question was priceless. Such a shame she seemed so uptight, she was probably a really good lay.

I smiled wider and started making the drink for her anyways, “Relax honey, I was only talking about a drink,” I told her. Which I’m sure she believed. I could be really convincing when I wanted to be.

“Oh,” she laughed, somewhat shyly as she propped herself up onto an empty bar stool, “Is it strong? I really need something to relax me,” She sighed, setting her purse onto the bar top.

“It’ll probably do the trick for you,” I told her as I slid the glass her way. She seemed like she was probably a light weight.

“Thank you,” she smiled politely at me and lifted the glass to her lips, taking a small taste, “Mm,” I swear the sound that came out of her mouth just then, almost gave me an orgasm.

I grabbed a near by rag and quickly began cleaning the already clean bar top, anything to keep my mind off of the girl in front of me, because if I didn’t stay busy, there was no telling what I would do.

I could feel her eyes watching me curiously, by now she probably took notice of the rainbow bracelets aligned along my wrist. Her next question and my obvious answer would let me know almost all I needed to know about the woman.

“Are you…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence. So more than likely me replying with, “Gay? Yes, I am,” may have made her uncomfortable. But if she couldn’t have guessed that by my obvious flirting the second she walked into the bar, she was a complete idiot.

She offered me a friendly smile, “That’s great,” she began, “great that you can be so open about it, most people aren’t like that. You must be really confident and content with yourself,” maybe she wasn’t an idiot after all.

I shrugged, “On a good day I suppose so,”

I watched her as she finished up her drink and sat the now empty glass down onto the bar top, “Wow, you drank that quicker than I expected,” I admitted as I lifted her glass up off the bar and tossed it into the mini sink under the bar.

“I’m probably not as much as a light weight as you’d expect either,” she said, smiling widely at me. Could the girl read minds or something?

“Thanks for the drink…under different circumstances…” she trailed off as she fished through her purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

Under different circumstances what?

She never finished her sentence. She placed the bill onto the counter and exited the bar just as quickly as she had entered, and just like that, she was gone.

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By the end of my shift I was fucking exhausted, and in all honesty I had absolutely no desire to meet my brother’s latest fling. But I’d rather deal with being around my family for the weekend than dealing with my mother’s mouth if I didn’t. Sometimes I seriously still felt like I was a child with the things that woman could convince me to do.

I pulled into the driveway behind my brother’s beat up pick up truck, and beside an unfamiliar white SUV, I assumed it was probably belonged to the new girlfriend. Putting my car in park and shutting it off, I ejected myself from it and slowly made my way towards the house. I glanced down at my watch as I walked, hoping that since it was late, that maybe everyone would be asleep. But the second I pushed my way through the front door and spotted my mom and brother in the living room talking, I knew that God must’ve really hated me.

“Hey sis,” my brother greeted as I pushed the door shut once I was inside, “Hey,” I replied, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my brother to death, but I seriously just didn’t want to be here.

“Where’s the newest victim?” I teased, crossing through the living room to enter the kitchen. I could practically feel my mom’s eyes rolling even though I couldn’t see her, “She’s upstairs still getting settled in,” My brother called out in response.

“Sounds great,” I said, pretending to be interested as I reached inside of the fridge and pulled out a beer, “I can’t wait to meet her,” I bumped the fridge shut with my hip and twisted the cap off of the bottle. I took a generous sip out of it as I made my way back towards the living room. Before I even entered fully, I watched my brother push up from the couch and glance towards the stairs. That could only mean the girlfriend was coming down now—great, I couldn’t wait.

Chugging another generous amount of my beer I finally stepped fully into the living room just as my brother’s girlfriend was entering as well, “Kell, I’d like you to meet Carrie,”

I turned my head, bottle still pressed up against my lips, cold liquid sliding down my throat, and the second my head was facing the woman in front of me, those contents were splattering across the room and all over her.

“Ohmygod,” I mumbled under my breath.

Yes, it was apparent now that God did in fact seriously hate me.
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