Behind These Hazel Eyes
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Reality TV › American Idol/Pop Idol
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,544
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Behind These Hazel Eyes
Author: Darth Artis.
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Yes I am Clive Davis and I keep Kelly locked in the dungeon at RCA so I can write stories about her. This is all fiction I'm afraid.
Summary:A glimpse into the darker side of Kelly Clarkson. Kelly pov.
Pairing: Kelly Clarkson/Diana DeGarmo , mentions of Kelly/David Hodges.
Feedback: review here or alternatively send your questions , comments and marriage proposals to darthartis@yahoo.com
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What do you think of when you hear the name Kelly Clarkson ? Does your mind automatically go 'American Idol !' ? Do you picture a sweet southern girl with blonde hair and a big voice ? If the answer is yes then i don't blame you. I am all of those things but I'm also so much more.
Everyone thinks that I'm just being cute or modest when I say that I'm weird. I'm not. Truth is , I'm pretty fucked up and I've been that way for a long time. So long that I've become good enough at hiding it so noone suspects a thing. How do you think people would react if they knew I got off on being dominated ? If they knew I prefered girls over guys ? Now that you know what do you think ?
On the rare occasion that I do fall for a guy it's usually fast and hard. It was like that with David. It wasn't that I was all that attracted to him physically but I was attracted by his confidence , intelligence and his passion for music. I thought if he could fell that much passion for my songs then he could feel it for me too.
I wanted things to work out between us so badly. Finally I had fallen for someone that the public would accept , that my family would accept. I tried so hard , probably too hard really. I was clingy and needy and ignored that most of the time he treated me like an annoying child. I blinded myself to the fact that he was just using me to get over someone else.
Then he dumped me called late one night and told me it was over. That he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend and that it wasn't fair to lead me on any longer. As if it was fair in the first place , the bastard. All the same I can't help but feel grateful to him. Because all of that shitty experience brought me to where I am now.On my back with my lovers head between my legs , lapping furiously at my clit as her manicured fingers move inside of me , urging me closer and closer to orgasm.
Diana. My lover. My soulmate. My other half. The girl who I spent almost three hours crying over the phone to the night David dumped me. The same girl who shocked the hell out of me when she told me , plainly and simply , that David was a cunt and didn't deserve me. The only one who has looked behind the mask and seen the real me. The only one who not only liked but loved what she saw. Probably because she's very much the same way.
I know that my friends think it's strange when they see us interact with each other. They don't get why I allow her to keep teasing me about my lack of boobage , when if one of them said anything I'd get pissed off. They don't see why I'm so submissive towards her even though she's five years younger than me. They'd never understand the truth , so I lie. Sometimes it scares me how good I've become at doing that. But in my position it is a necessary evil. No one could ever hope to understand the bond Diana and I have and I wouldn't have a clue where to begin should I ever have to explain it. We just are.
Diana says I shouldn't analyze it too much , that I should accept it for what it is. I'm glad that most people take that approach with me because I'm sure that if they took the time to look below the surface , they wouldn't like what it is they see.
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Yes I am Clive Davis and I keep Kelly locked in the dungeon at RCA so I can write stories about her. This is all fiction I'm afraid.
Summary:A glimpse into the darker side of Kelly Clarkson. Kelly pov.
Pairing: Kelly Clarkson/Diana DeGarmo , mentions of Kelly/David Hodges.
Feedback: review here or alternatively send your questions , comments and marriage proposals to darthartis@yahoo.com
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What do you think of when you hear the name Kelly Clarkson ? Does your mind automatically go 'American Idol !' ? Do you picture a sweet southern girl with blonde hair and a big voice ? If the answer is yes then i don't blame you. I am all of those things but I'm also so much more.
Everyone thinks that I'm just being cute or modest when I say that I'm weird. I'm not. Truth is , I'm pretty fucked up and I've been that way for a long time. So long that I've become good enough at hiding it so noone suspects a thing. How do you think people would react if they knew I got off on being dominated ? If they knew I prefered girls over guys ? Now that you know what do you think ?
On the rare occasion that I do fall for a guy it's usually fast and hard. It was like that with David. It wasn't that I was all that attracted to him physically but I was attracted by his confidence , intelligence and his passion for music. I thought if he could fell that much passion for my songs then he could feel it for me too.
I wanted things to work out between us so badly. Finally I had fallen for someone that the public would accept , that my family would accept. I tried so hard , probably too hard really. I was clingy and needy and ignored that most of the time he treated me like an annoying child. I blinded myself to the fact that he was just using me to get over someone else.
Then he dumped me called late one night and told me it was over. That he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend and that it wasn't fair to lead me on any longer. As if it was fair in the first place , the bastard. All the same I can't help but feel grateful to him. Because all of that shitty experience brought me to where I am now.On my back with my lovers head between my legs , lapping furiously at my clit as her manicured fingers move inside of me , urging me closer and closer to orgasm.
Diana. My lover. My soulmate. My other half. The girl who I spent almost three hours crying over the phone to the night David dumped me. The same girl who shocked the hell out of me when she told me , plainly and simply , that David was a cunt and didn't deserve me. The only one who has looked behind the mask and seen the real me. The only one who not only liked but loved what she saw. Probably because she's very much the same way.
I know that my friends think it's strange when they see us interact with each other. They don't get why I allow her to keep teasing me about my lack of boobage , when if one of them said anything I'd get pissed off. They don't see why I'm so submissive towards her even though she's five years younger than me. They'd never understand the truth , so I lie. Sometimes it scares me how good I've become at doing that. But in my position it is a necessary evil. No one could ever hope to understand the bond Diana and I have and I wouldn't have a clue where to begin should I ever have to explain it. We just are.
Diana says I shouldn't analyze it too much , that I should accept it for what it is. I'm glad that most people take that approach with me because I'm sure that if they took the time to look below the surface , they wouldn't like what it is they see.