Right Kind Of Wrong

'OK people places......One minute till air...............' This is it, I swear if the American public don't vote her through I'll make them all pay. I'll do something so terrible they will wish they had never been born with ears. I'll make an album with Paula. I'm sitting smiling happily to myself as the theme music starts. Results night, I always hated this night myself but I don't ever remember being this scared. Carrie's just out of camera shot with the other contestants, all huddled together petrified at what's about to happy. Simon and Randy are sitting next to each other both holding rolls of money in their hands and watching Ryan closely as he talks.

'What are you two doing.......' Simon's head shoots up and gives Randy a pleading look.

'Making our bonus money.........' Randy explains and Simon's face crumbles.

'Your betting on the contestants?.............' So much for professionalism.

'When you say it like that it seems so wrong..............'

'It is wrong Simon......It's........' It suddenly hits me. 'Did you bet the first season.............' Randy's all smiles now while Simon's shaking his head.

'This is the first time.............'

'You lost didn't you............' I'm seeing the funny side of it now.

'And I won.......' Randy says with a big smile on his face.

'I had fifty on Justin...........'Simon explains as he tries not to look at me.

'And this year?...........' Ignore the fact that he didn't see me winning the show.

'Fifty on Bo Rice.............' I look at Randy.

Fifty on Anthony Fedorov...............'

'Really?.......None of you are betting on Carrie?.......' I can see Randy looking towards the contestants to remind himself of what one Carrie is, I Simon doesn't need to look. He just sitting smiling at me with that goofy grin, he knows what I'm going to do before I do.

'I think she'll be in the top five.........' Randy finally answers.

'Fifty on Carrie.........' I know I've sunk to a new low I can't have no one believing in my girl. Oh not good. That's just good at all, thoughts like that are going to get me in so much trouble.

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By the time mister tan fantastic finally got round to saying the names of who was through I was almost in tears. I had my shoe slipped off my foot and ready to throw at Ryan if he had hurried the hell up. Carrie was through thank god and I was now feeling a little silly that I had been worrying so much, it was clear to see that the American public would love her. I'm standing in my dressing room with the door open when footsteps make their way towards me. And for some reason I know who it is before they speak.

'So I'm through...........' I turn to see Carrie with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face. She's now out the black dress and in a pair of PJ's.

'Ready for bed?..........' Oh I so don't mean it like that and thankfully she doesn't catch it.

'That dress was so uncomfortable............' she throws herself down on my sofa and I look towards the door. 'You can close it if you want but everyone is away home..............'

'I just don't think it would be good for you to be seen laying across my sofa like that.............people could talk............'

'No-one's here........... I made sure to wait before I came looking for you..............'

'Well congrats..............'She smiles up at me and I can't help but smile back. 'I knew you would get through...........'

'No you didn't...........' she laughs and sits up. 'I saw the look on your face when Ryan started talking..........You were scared.............'

'You saw that?..............' I hate being caught.

'I see everything you do...................' She stands up and gives me a small wave before leaving the room. She leaves me standing there all confused and annoyed. I'm confused by her hot and cold personality and annoyed that I'm letting her control this, she's teasing me and playing games that I don't know the rules to. And it finally hits me that Little miss Underwood isn't as sweet and innocent as she likes to make out, but there are ways of getting my own back. I can be just as bad as she can be, Worse if she pushes me.