Right Kind Of Wrong

'And that folks is a wrap for the auditions of season four of American Idol.......' I clapped along with everyone else as the producer announced it was finally over.

'I get to go home........' Simon smiled wide at the thought.

'And do another round of the British version of this......'That soon wiped the smile off his face.

'Oh yea........another four months of it........But your coming over right?......' I had almost forgot he had invited me over for a week of judging the British show.

'Simon I really don't.........'

'You promised......'He was in front of me with his finger pointed straight at my face. 'And it will be good promotion with the album coming out that week...........'

'You know you don't even make money off me any more.......why are you so worried about my album sales........'

'first im hurt that you would even ask that........' He gave me one of his pouts to prove his point. ' you were the first.........your albums are like my kids........i want them all to do well..........' He had this look on his face, not quite a smirk but it look like he could slip into one very easily.

'Ok I don't know if your screwing with me or not..........'

'Kelly.....'He laughed pulling me into a strong hold. 'You repeat what i'm about to say and ill say your lying and say your drunk,........but I like you........take away all those cameras and fancy record people and I would still be happy to have dinner with you.........' He squeezed me closer to his chest so my nose squashed up against this man boobs. 'So come to England get away from here and get your mind off things..........' He let me go to look into my eyes. 'You know what I mean?.......' I knew exactly what he meant, he was talking about Carrie again. He was always talking about Carrie.

'I guess it will be good for my album........' I shrugged as he gave me one last hug.

'It's settled then......you and your people be at my house next week.........and by people I mean that little brunette your always with........Annie?'

'Ashley......' I corrected him.

'Well I'll see you and Annie next week........'

'Ashley......' I repeated but he was already out the door, his band of groupies following close behind. England did sound like a good idea but I knew Annie would hate it, just as much as she would hate her new name.

It seemed weird to wake up and not have Ashley snoring beside me like some sort of alarm clock. I had just arrived back home for two days off before the promotion of the album started. Simon had told me to rest before I had to be in England, the British were just as bad at the auditions. I could see my phone flashing on the night stand, I hadn't even checked it when I got home. I knew there would be quite a few messages from people I had almost forgot all about during the audition tour.

(Kelly....your mother here...please give me a call to let me know your still alive, I swear if it wasn't for Ashley I would never know where you are......)

My mother always the dramatic one.

(Hey sis....listen I'm in Vegas and well funny story really........I met this girl and well.......remember what Britney did in Vegas?.......Damn hey listen got to go I'll call you later and explain..........)

I quickly deleted that one, if my mother decided to kill him I really didn't want to be called as some sort of witness during the trial.

(I called Ashley and she tells me your going home, you can't come to visit for a few days. I have beds..........')

So dramatic.

(Hi....hey Kelly's it's Emma.........it was good to hear from you. Ashley tells me your in town for a few days, maybe we could grab something to eat while your here........anyway give me a call......bye.......' )

I could have killed Ashley for what she had to say to my mother and Emma. I knew I wasn't being fair to Emma but right now I didn't know what to feel or think about anything. My mind was so focused on Carrie that it was hard to see what was real and what I had made up on my own. Ashley would never let me just ignore Emma while I was home so I knew I would have to see her at some point. I just hoped I knew what I wanted with I did finally sent eyes on her again.