My idea was to have an American Idol roleplay, and since the last time I brought it up it kind of died, I thoiugh I'd try again. A Season 4 fic, concentrating on the contestants and the perils of being on national tv and trying to have a semblance of a normal life. I'm a big, big fan of the Carrie/Constantine romantic pairing, but also the Carrie/Mikalah and Bo/Constantine friendship. That's what I'd want the fic to be about. Something about Carrie and Constantine realizing their feelings or each other somehow and trying to balance that with keeping normal relationships with the others and being public figures. Other couples may arise.

Main Characters
Carrie Underwood - Bella_KitKat
Constantine Maroulis - JohnR_Lover

Semi-Main Characters
Mikalah Gordon - CravinForCarrie
Lindsey Cardinale
Bo Bice - -*Forever*-
Mario Vasquez

Others
Nadia Turner
Vonzell Solomon
Jessica Sierra - JT
Scott Savol
Anthony Federov - Maroon5'D
Anwar Robinson
Paula Abdul - Janet McFarland
Ryan Seacrest
Simon Cowell - JohnR_Lover
Randy Jackson


This is fan-fic world, so elimination orders and things like that can be changed. You'll notice how Mario is in this fic; I personally like him better than Nikko. Also, I'd like the 'fab 6' (Carrie, Mikalah, Lindsey, Constantine, Mario, Bo) to make top 6.

Ill be Anthony Federov :D

and I'm Carrie...please

If I ever get a chance to post, I'll be Jessica!

I can easily make her out to be the bitch of the RP.

If I ever get a chance to post, I'll be Jessica!

I can easily make her out to be the bitch of the RP.
BUT BUT!!! I wanted to play Jess!!

Okay, I'll be Bo. JT, get ready for some action :grineyes:

Oh no, Mistah Bice, I don't thinks you ready fo' this!

hey!!

feedback is appreciated. I know what direction I want the fic to go in, but what about you guys? What would you like to see?

I want Bo/Jessica. Good couple. *points to avatar*

I'd like to see Jessica and Carrie get into a large amounts of verbal and physical battles. Simple. And I want to see Jessica steal everyone else's man. Simple. And I want Anthony to be her bitch. Simple.

I'd like to see Jessica and Carrie get into a large amounts of verbal and physical battles. Simple. And I want to see Jessica steal everyone else's man. Simple. And I want Anthony to be her bitch. Simple.


How about a Carrie/Constantine/Bo/Jessica love square thing?

But Carrie and Anthony have to at least be friends ;)

but of course....any other thoughts? who wants to be the other charcters?

I'll be Paula ;)

if we get people to be Mikalah and Lindsey and Mario, we can start this thing....

But Carrie and Anthony have to at least be friends ;)
Much to the dismay of Jessica, who plots to ruin Carrie!

See how it all connects?!

Much to the dismay of Jessica, who plots to ruin Carrie!

See how it all connects?!
But it's got to be Bo/Jessica. She can ruin relationships as long as hers is good.

But it's got to be Bo/Jessica. She can ruin relationships as long as hers is good.
Mhm.

Bo can be Lindsey or Mikalah's man, but he and Jessica can have an affair, behind Lindsey/Mikalah's back. And Anthony, while he gives Jess some of the best sex she's ever had (you know how sexy those young Ukranian men are...), is still, in essence, Jess's bitch, so he doesn't really matter. Bo and Jess are like the Luke and Laura...without the disco raping...

Mhm.

Bo can be Lindsey or Mikalah's man, but he and Jessica can have an affair, behind Lindsey/Mikalah's back. And Anthony, while he gives Jess some of the best sex she's ever had (you know how sexy those young Ukranian men are...), is still, in essence, Jess's bitch, so he doesn't really matter. Bo and Jess are like the Luke and Laura...without the disco raping...
I think he goes better with Lindsey. So yeah.

all right you guys....anyone wanna be Lindsey or Mikalah or Mario?

Hey I'll be Mikahla!! :)

GREAT! any more takers? or should we just start this somehow?

I say we should just start it!

I say we should just start it!

okay by me....any thoughts on how? anyone willing to be mutiple characters? some won't be used alot

hey....any title suggestions? My thought is to use a title of a song sung on the show. Ideas...feel free to add.

Trouble
Love Is A Battlefield
When Will I Be Loved?
Piece Of My Heart
A Broken Wing
I Wanna Know What Love Is
On The Side Of Angels
Everlasting Love
Hold On To The Night
I Can't Make You Love Me

Love Is A Battlefield sounds good ;)

No way! That's the title of me and Kat's other RP!

No way! That's the title of me and Kat's other RP!
Ok..sorry :lookaroun

Ok..sorry :lookaroun

It's ok! I'm not mad. I'd thought I'd just let everyone know about that. :D

"Trouble" and "On The Side Of Angels"sound good than

my votes go to Trouble, Piece Of My Heart, and I Wanna Know What Love Is

my votes go to Trouble, Piece Of My Heart, and I Wanna Know What Love Is
Piece of My Heart sounds good too ;)

all right...that's what It'll be.

I like 'I Wanna Know What Love Is'.

Edit- I guess we found the title :lol:

OK then let's get this show on the road! I can't wait to have Jessica DEVOUR (DEVOUR) Carrie!

lol...any suggestions on how to start? and anyone willing to play two characters?

If you want, I can try and play three characters.

If you want, I can try and play three characters.

so coolness...who?

Doesn't really matter to me. Whatever character you really need.

Actually, I can try and play as many characters you want. Doesn't matter to me.

OK enough small talk! Let's start this bitch!

OK enough small talk! Let's start this bitch!

LOL...sure...here we go.


Lugging two extremely large - and, she thought, ridiculously overpacked - suitcases, the young blonde checked the piece of paper one more time. After all, she had never been to Hollywood (or anywhere, for that matter) and it would be soo embarrasing to get lost and have to ask for directions. She came out here to be a star, and finding the first building shouldn't be that much of a challenge. Right? Or maybe not. Just as she was about to rummage in her purse for her cell phone, she took sight of the most handsome man she had ever seen. And he was coming in her direction! "Hey, little lady, you here for the cattle call?"

The woman in question turned to face him, amusement mixed with anger in her delicate eyes. "One, I don't appreciate being called 'little lady.' Don't do it again. And yes, I'm here for the American Idol auditions, though I'm not quite sure if I should be."

"Sing something."

Normally, she would have laughed off the request, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her shiver. Maybe I should be here after all...

His mouth dropped slightly as he listened to the woman in front of him softly sing a few bars of the classic Bonnie Taylor hit 'I Can't Make You Love Me.' "You're kidding right? Of course you should be here. Mark my words, woman, you're going to be famous. And I expect generous discounts for saying that I knew you back when."

She laughed genuienly, and the nervousness she'd been feeling ever since she left Checotah seemed to fade away. Sticking out her hand by way of introduction, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Carrie Underwood."

"Constantine Maroulis."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Constantine." Carrie smiled toward him, and he nodded in his head. From all the boys she had met, she could tell that his wordless gesture meant the same thing back to her. But he was different. There was just something about him that made him stand out. Maybe it was his long, dark hair that made any girl melt, or maybe it was his bright eyes that seemed to cast a spell under any girl that looked into them.

"I'm guessing you're here for the auditions too?" She asked, hoping that he would say yes.

Maybe I'll see him again, she thought with wonder. Maybe they would even be in the top 12, or even lower. When the show that she was going to be on, finally came on the air, she used to watch it all the time. Just staring into the screen, watching people sing with all they got to try and make it big. That was Carrie's dream - to be a great singer. She would do whatever it took to make it big. She was sure that everyone who was going to the next round had that same dream, but she wanted it more.

"Oh yeah. But you're not going to get a single note out of me." He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. Carrie almost felt her knees go weak, but he stood tall and kept her balance. She was a little confused as to why he wouldn't sing to her though. So she asked.

"You'll be hearing more of me," he said, and within seconds, he walked away with a smile on his face.

"Will you please move!?" Jessica snapped at Carrie as she came behind her. "Yes! You, princess! Get the hell out of my way!"

"Oh...I'm sorry." Carrie, still in awe of Constantine, turned to smile at Jessica, who was lugging her own bags.

"Yeah, whatever, don't give me any apologies. It's just that some of us have a reason to be here..." Jessica saw the fear in Carrie's eyes. "Oh did I make you sad? I'm sorry. My name is Jessica, Jessica Sierra."

Carrie's smile returned. "Carrie Underwood! I'm here for American Idol too!"

"Hey! That's great. But let me give you a little hint. If you want to make it big, you first have to make it off of the street. I think I know where I'm going to just follow me."

The two young women finally found the building that they were so desperately searching for.

Within the week, Carrie was making fast friends. Her roomate Mikalah was annoying, but could be really great other times, and she liked her a lot. Lindsey was rooming down the hall with Jessica, but they saw a lot of each other throughout the day. The four were becoming friends, but Carrie had to admit she didn't too much care for Jessica. The way the Florida native looked at Constantine...it was too much.

"You guys!" Bo cried, sticking his head in the general area of the girls rooms. "Food's here! You best get it before Scott does."

Mikalah giggled, and even Carrie couldn't help but to smile. Out of the guys, Bo was definently her favorite. He never failed to make her laugh and make her smile...he was like the big brother she never had and always wanted. "You're awful, Bogart."

Bo grimaced at the proper use of his nickname. "I know, but you all love me anyway."

Carrie made a face at him, then plopped down onto the couch, squeezing herslf between her two friends. Three pizza boxes sat on the middle ottoman, and soon they began to dig in. "If you catch me reaching for a fourth slice, don't. Take it away," she cautioned Mikalah. "I can't pig out when I'm on TV now."

"So does that mean you pig out when you're not on TV?" came a voice from the doorway. Carrie grinned and Constantine came around and sat right in front of her, so that she could feel his breath in her ear. True, Bo was her favorite guy, but Constantine was different. No one could have expected that they would like each other, much less be great friends. Small town girls and big city boys didn't mix.

"No, Constantine, let her believe that she isn't fat already," Jessica said. Everyone went silent and looked at Jess. "Good God, people, it's a joke!." She wolfed down the rest of the pizza on her plate and rose from her seat. "I'm gonna go back to the room now. I have to get my beauty sleep."

"Oh we can't interrupt that. You need all you can get!" Bo said. Everyone laughed.

"Put a sock in it, Harold. Unless you want me to put my fists in your mouth and my feet up your you-know-what. Why don't you come with me?"

Jessica and Bo went into Jessica and Lindsey's room. "Oh I can't help it! I need to have you right here right now," Bo said. Jessica looked at her hair in the mirror.

"Bogart, you really make me look bad when you make your little cracks like that..."

"Oh, babes, you mean the beauty sleep thing?"

"No, no. The thing about Scott. It made Carrie smile."

"Yeah, and?"

"We can't let her be happy, can't you see? She wants to be with Constantine."

"And so?"

"So they can gain their own little fanbase and have more reason for fans to vote for them? I'm not going down like that. Carrie and Constantine are going to WISH they never tried to screw Jessica Sierra!"

Bo stared at Jessica. Jessica sighed and went back into the lobby.

Sorry to interupt but how should Anthony come in? :lol:

LOL! He can be in the lobby area when Jessica reenters it with Bo.

"No, Constantine, let her believe that she isn't fat already," Jessica said. Everyone went silent and looked at Jess. "Good God, people, it's a joke!." She wolfed down the rest of the pizza on her plate and rose from her seat. "I'm gonna go back to the room now. I have to get my beauty sleep."

"Oh we can't interrupt that. You need all you can get!" Bo said. Everyone laughed.

"Put a sock in it, Harold. Unless you want me to put my fists in your mouth and my feet up your you-know-what. Why don't you come with me?"

Jessica and Bo went into Jessica and Lindsey's room. "Oh I can't help it! I need to have you right here right now," Bo said. Jessica looked at her hair in the mirror.

"Bogart, you really make me look bad when you make your little cracks like that..."

"Oh, babes, you mean the beauty sleep thing?"

"No, no. The thing about Scott. It made Carrie smile."

"Yeah, and?"

"We can't let her be happy, can't you see? She wants to be with Constantine."

"And so?"

"So they can gain their own little fanbase and have more reason for fans to vote for them? I'm not going down like that. Carrie and Constantine are going to WISH they never tried to screw Jessica Sierra!"

Bo stared at Jessica. Jessica sighed and went back into the lobby.


Carrie Underwood prided herself on not being a crybaby litle girl, but stray tears trickled down her cheeks as Jessica stormed off. "I'm a size 6. I work on my farm every day. I'm not fat..."

Standing, Constantine came toward her and enveloped her in a hug. "You're not fat at all," he assured her softly, wiping away her tears. "You're gorgeous."

"You really mean that?" Carrie asked, not sure if she heard him right. Sure in her lifetime, people would always say she was pretty or cute, but no one ever told her that she was gorgeous. She couldn't believe that he had said that. It was amazing have few words meant so much to one person.

"Of course I do, babe." He smiled at her, reasurring her that he really did mean it. He wasn't lying either. Carrie was beautiful compared to all those somewhat punck and rock girls that he used to date. Carrie was just a simple girl with a lot of beauty and talent.

Carrie managed a small smile. The sincere look in his eyes told her that he meant what he said, and she believed him. Although she knew that she had found herslf an enemy in Jessica, she didn't really care. Too many good things were happining in her life. She was on a hit TV show, striving to make her dreams come true, and had already made some amazing friends. "Thanks..." She would have said more, but suddenly they became aware that everyone was still eating their pizza, sitting silently within a few feet away.

Mikalah chowed down her sixth slice, gulped the rest of her soda, and then let out a loud and unashamed belch.

Anwar made a face. "Charming, Mika."

The hyper teenager giggled. "It's only 9:00. The night's still young...what games can we play?"

"Let's-all-go-to-bed-because-we-have-to-sing-tomorrow?" Vonzell suggested hopefully, and Carrie seconded the motion.

"Sorry, Kay, but I'm tired. And we've got a big big day tomorrow, in case you somehow forgot."

The next day, Carrie, Constantine, Bo, Jessica, Anwar, and Mikalah woke up too early than they had expected and left their rooms - all prompt and ready to begin the next round. They were more people who made it through the first stage than expected, but the six of them knew they could make it farther.

And they were right. All of them made it through the second round. They also got to meet a few other people. One of them was Lindsay Cardinale. She was nice to everyone, even Jessica, and they both seemed to instantly become friends. Not only did Lindsay make friends with the girls, but also the guys who she seemed to flirt with constantly.

"Ugh.., I cannot stand that Carrie!" Lindsay said that night in her, Jessica, and Bo's room. Obviously Bo wasn't around to hear what Lindsay was saying. "She's such a little prep, god." She clenched her fists.

"Oh," Jessica said. She ran to make sure the door was locked and then came back. "I wasn't going to tell anyone else, but DAMN, I so agree with you, girl! The way she parades herself around here like some Hee Haw reject just pisses me off! You have to help me destroy her!"

The day of the first of many Hollywood rounds, Carrie was extremely nervous. Luckily, she was on the same schedule as Bo, Mikalah, and Constantine; it helped to see familar faces. Lindsey, Jessica, Anwar, and Scott, along with many others, were touring the town today; they would sing tomorrow. Ecen with her three friends around her, Carrie was a walking disaster. "Why couldn't I have picked a small number?" she wailed. "Now I have to wait here and be nervous all day!"

"You'll be great, Care," Constantine said softly, putiing his hand on her shoulder. "The judges love you. Everybody believes in you. Believe in yourself, okay?"

"You get that from a fortune cookie?" Mikalah asked.

"Yep."

Carrie managed a tiny laugh, then became serious again. "Easy for you to say. You all already know you're coming back to sing again."

"Underwood! On in five!" yelled a stage hand.

"Knock 'em dead," Bo whispered as the Oklahoma girl took the stage.

Taking a deep breath, Carrie opened her mouth and gave it her all.

What's the sense in sharing, this one and only life
Ending up just another lost and lonely wife
You count up the years and they will be filled with tears
Love only breaks up, to start over again
You'll get the babies, but you won't have your man
While he is busy loving every woman that he can....

When she was done, she looked expectantly at the judges, who told her that she would be coming back to sing again. Carrie thanked them profously, giving a small squeal as she ran off the stage. Her three friends came toward her, and Constantine picked her up and swung her around playfully. "Awesome action, girl!"

"Thanks!"

She squealed and giggled as he spinned her around once again, creating small butterflies in her stomach from the excitement and just being in Constantine's arms. Mind you, they were only small because her liking for Constantine was beginning to fade away slowly. Realizing that he only wanted to be her friend but never implied it, she stopped getting her hopes up that maybe they would be a couple. But flirting never really hurt anybody..
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"Jess, I think I have an idea." Lindsay's face suddenly lighted up even though the sun was about to go down. They were touring the city all day, and their trip was almost done. The last stop was the beach, and Lindsay and Jessica were sitting down on the sand.

Jessica's eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard Lindsay. "What is it?" Even though both of them were enjoying the touring, they thought that today would be the best time to make up a plan.

"Well, you know how Constantine and Carrie have a little 'thing' going on?" When she say Jess nod her head, she continued. "Well, let's try and ruin their relationship. If we ruin their relationship, they won't concentrate as much on the stage, and then we can take over." Her smile beamed with pride.

"Lindsay," she jumped up from the sand, causing it to fly in the air from the wind, "that's brillant!" She sat back down and they both giggled at their mischevious plan.

Lindsay nodded and bit her lip and smiled. "That bitch will be wishing she never came to Hollywood."

Carrie was a LOT more relaxed the next day, because she knew her dreams were safe - at least for another few days. She, Constantine, Bo, and Mikalah were touring Hollywood. She'd never been there before, and she wanted to see everything. Luckily, she had three very eager tour guides. Especially Mikalah. "Mika..." the guys whined as she ran toward Victoria's Secret. "We've been good sports all day, don't you think?"

"Don't make us go in there," Bo added.

"You can just wait outside. Carrie and I need to get some stuff." Before she had a chance to respond, Mikalah practically dragged her into the store. They emerged ten minutes later, Carrie with three bags in her grasp.

"See, now that wasn't so bad!"

"Not really...Hey!" Carrie cried, giggling as Constantine tried to peek in her bag. "No free show."

"You're no fun," he muttered.

"Hey!" She poked him in the sides, causing him to poke her back and then deciding to tickle her. Everyone turned around as they heard Carrie's voice shriek as she tried to gasp for air. They all rolled their eyes, including Mikalah, and knew that this was one of their "moments" again. Everyone knew that they both had a thing for each other, but they guessed that Carrie and Constantine took it another way and decided to just stay friends.

"Ow!" Carrie said as she rubbed her eyes continously. The winds were taking up speed, and they carried grains of sand in the air, and into her eyes. Now they were all watery, and she had to close her eyes, not noticing that Constantine had came up and sat down next to her.

"You ok?" He looked at her struggle to get the sand out of her eyes.

She was still digging her nails in her eyes. "Yeah, I think. Do I have any in my eyes?" She blinked a few times, and soon the pain was gone. But she still felt like something was in there. Constantine's hand reached up to her eyes, taking his thumb and trying to wipe the invisible sand out of her eyes.

His soft touch to her didn't make her flinch, but created butterflies in her stomach again as his eyes connected with hers. A few seconds later, he switched sides and started on her other eye, but Carrie kept watching him. When he was done, he smiled at her. "There, all better," he said.

"All better," she whispered softly. Carrie suddenly became cold, and it had nothing to do with the whipping winds. The way Constantine was looking at her, and the gentle way he had touched her skin and made everythng okay, sent shivers down her spine.

"Cold?" he asked gently, draping his trademark leather jacket around her shoulders. "Wouldn't want Simon's pet to get sick now, would we?"

Carrie glared at him, but she knew he was teasing. "Would you kindly knock it off? I'm not his pet."

"Please...he loves you. He practically gave you the competition on a silver platter."

"At least he thinks I'm good."

Constantine sighed. "Carrie Underwood, you've got to quit that. You are an amazing woman, all right? You're talented, smart, funny, sweet, and an incredible singer. Not to mention amaznigly beautiful."

Her heart seemed to skip a beat. Beautiful was not a word often used in connection to herself. "You - did you call me beautiful?"

"You are, Carrie. You're beautiful...so beautiful."

(((do you want them to kiss soon?)))

"T-Thanks.." Carrie trailed off, turning her head away from him. She hoped that he didn't notice the redness growing in her cheeks as he told her that she was beautiful. She was still shocked and stunned, but happy that he said it. Sure, Carrie decided in her mind that she just wanted to be friends with Consantine, but there was a tiny part of her that was telling to go for it.

"Carrie." The only thing that Carrie felt was Constantine's hand grab her arm, spin her around, and crush his lips upon hers.

"Con...." she mumbled, his mouth meeting hers. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close to him. The kiss deepened slightly, and she ran her fingers through his hair. Carrie moaned softly, Constantine raining kisses down her neck. Pushing him away, she hurriedly picked up her shoes and ran across the sand.

When Constantine caught up with her and made her face him, soft tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Did I scare you, honey?"

"I - we can't do this."

"Why not? Make me understand why." His voice was gentle, but she could tell he was understandibly pissed.

"Because we're both on TV now."

"So? What the hell difference does that make?"

"Connie, please listen. You're...you're an amazing guy. And you're a great friend to me; I really like being with you. But you're also - I can't deny that I'm incredibly attracted to you. That kiss just proved my point, and more. And I know that if I spend more time with you...I really could fall in love."

"Carrie...this scares me too. I've never felt this for anyone, least of all - "

"A small town country gal from Oklahoma?" she grinned.

"You got it," he said and punched her in the arm. Carrie squealed and rubbed her arm, just like any girl would do. But then she picked up grains of sand and threw it on him. It was so weird how one minute Carrie wanted Con for a moment, then just wanted to be friends, and now at this very moment, she was having a good time with him. It confused her a lot, but hopefully Constantine understood that their relationship would just be platonic.

"Come on, let's get back to the bus," Constantine said after a while of chasing each other around.

After avoiding each other for a few days - to be perfectly honest, the avoiding was mostly on her part - everything was back to normal for Carrie and Constantine. They slowly started to repair their broken friendship, and hung out together even more. It was the second round of Hollywood auditions, and Carrie decided to go back to an old favorite. She had performed Martina ever since she was a little girl, and it never failed her. She just hoped it wouldn't fail her now.

Well, she seemed alright by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But Daddy left the proof on her cheek
I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day....

Before anyone knew what hit them, it was time for more cuts to be made. It was the day that the top 44 would be announced. Pacing the length of the room nervously, Carrie's voice was high and frenzied. "Four rooms, Connie. Four rooms. Only three can stay. One leaves. About twenty of us are going home today. God, I can't stand this."

"Carrie, sweetie, we'll be fine. Mario and Anwar are here, you know? And so's Nikko and Vonzell. The judges really like them...and they really like you and me. We're good as gold."

"I wish I could be as confident as you."

(WOW you all are great at this. Continue :lol: )

(JT...waiting for you)

"Hot damn, I need to make sure I'm in the right room," Jessica said to Anthony. Since they had been in Hollywood, Jess and Anthony became friends. It was obvious to her that he heavily admired her for being such a strong woman, because he hardly saw that back in his native country, Ukraine.

"Why do you say that, Jess?" he asked.

"Because, duh, Amanda's in here. And look at lard ass Scott over there eating all the damn refreshments. They can't sing!"

"Do you think I can?" Anthony asked innocently.

Jess looked down at his sweet face. 'You know,' she thought to herself, 'I might wanna get some of that one of these days.' "Yes, Anthony. You can sing. You're one of the only talented folks in here, besides me and Lindsey. Where the hell is she anyway?"

"I was talking it up with Nadia and Mikalah. Hey...does Anthony here know about...the plan?" Lindsey said as she came over to them.

"No."

"Do I know about what plan?" Anthony asked.

"Nothing, Anthony, nothing." Jessica and Lindsey walked away. "Listen, Strawberry Shortcake, don't let your gums flap open like that again. This whole setup can be ruined, y'hear?"

"Affirmative. I just can't stand that Reba MacEntire wannabe. Carrie Underwood. I wish it was Carrie Underwater, for like long enough for her to drown!"

"Aw now, don't be all violent. She might be a nice girl. I mean...Bo and Constantine seem to like her...." Jessica said. 'A little too much...' her little voice inside of her said...

Carrie sat there on the seat, gazing toward Anthony's way. It was his turn now to get up and sing his song. Carrie crossed her fingers, hoping that he would do good. Since they met each other, Carrie and Anthony became really good friends. Pretty much half of the top 20 were all her friends. When he walked off the stage after singing "Tell Me What Love Is", Mikalah came toward her way.

"Hey girl!" Mikalah waved as she sat down next to Carrie. She smiled at him, and then directed her attention to the next person on stage. But as she heard Mikalah's voice, she turned her head. "Man..that Constantine must like you a lot. He kept staring at you the whole time."

Carrie laughed as Mikalah dragged her off of the Idol stage. The familiar commercial music began to play, and the two girls ran off to a secluded corner. "What's gotten into you?"

"Girl, don't even tell me you didn't notice that. That song...the guy couldn't take his eyes off you. Especially the chorus. You know, I want to know what love is / I want you to show me / I want to feel what love is / I know you can show me. Constantine Maroulis was totally checking you out."

Try as she might, Carrie couldn't escape the blush from coming to her cheeks. "Why would he be checking me out?"

"Please...he always does. You just don't notice. That's what I'm for."

"What makes you think I'd even want him to be checking me out?"

Mikalah shook her head. "You're a horrible liar, you know. This clueless little crush was fun the first five minutes, but now it's just annoying."

"Mika!"

"Hey! I'm being helpful here! If you two think you can dance around this forever, you're wrong. Carrie, America's unpredictable. Everybody and their mother knows you can sing, but you might not be here next week. Or you'll be here, but Constantine won't. Then you'll never really see each other again. And wouldn't you have wished you had done something? Constantine could be the one great love of your life, girl! And you're just going to let him pass on by."

"Mikalah Gordon, it's you....in the top 12!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Carrie squealed, pumping her fist in the air. "Yes! Yes!" Catching Constantine's look that said he was trying not to laugh, she blushed. "I'm happy for her. So sue me."

"I know. You're fiercely loyal to the people you care about. That's one of the things I love about you."

After initial akwardness after their beach kiss and then Mikalah's revelation that the New Yorker was 'checking her out', Carrie never quite saw him the same way. Little stolen looks and soft touches that meant nothing before now sent shivers down her spine. It's true she was quite innocent and slightly naive when it came to men, but she knew he liked her too...at least a little. They were both teteering on the edge of romance, reluctant to go back but terrified to go ahead. Nevertheless, when Constantine asked her if she wanted to celebrate their accomplishments and go out to dinner, she jumped at the chance.
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"It's not a date. It's not a date." The words she had told herslf all evening were now the furthest thing from her mind. Hours later, the two were standing at the door of his hotel apartment.

"Come on in...we can watch a movie or TV or something."

She smiled, even more so when he opened the door for her. "Sure. Just let me change real quick." Within five minutes, she had reappeared at his door, clad in blue and white striped drawstring pajama pants and a light gray tank top.

"Looking good, Miss Underwood."

She blushed. "Shut up."

Time seemed to pass quickly. Somehow, the two had ended up cuddled together on his bed, watching the late late show. Seeing Carrie yawn for the millionth time, Constantine reached over and pulled a blanket over her body. "Want me to take you back?"

Carrie shook her head. "Our room isn't near as comfortable as this."

He laughed. "You live with Mikalah, hon."

She made a face. "Hey, she can be cool when she's not annoying. But seriously, you mind if I just stay awhile?"

The next time she opened her eyes, however, she was shocked at what the number said. "Constantine! It's 7:00! ****! I fell asleep in here!"

"Constantine ain't here, honey, it's just you and me," Jessica said with a smirk on her face as she stood above Carrie's waking body.

"Jessica? This isn't what it looks like! I swear!"

"Oh yes, and your word is worth a hundred dollars in bird seed! I'm not stupid, I wasn't born yesterday. I can see a tryst when it's there in my face."

"This is NOT what you think it is!" Carrie screamed. She got out of the bed and walked around. Her head was pounding.

"Then what is it? You dont expect me to believe that you just conviently came to Constantine's room and just conviently fell asleep in his oh so convient bed? Really!"

"Look, you can believe what you want to believe. I know what's true and so does Constantine. Where is he, anyway?"

"I don't know, sweetheart, he probably ran. That's the pattern, you know, you love them and you leave them. Also known as a...screw and run, but not necessarily in those words."

"Get out."

"Well this isn't your room! I can stay here if I want to."

"Fine then. I'll get out."

Carrie stormed out of the room. Behind her, Jessica called, "Don't forget your training bra, it was stuck under the mattress!" She smiled evily.

The next day, pretty much all of Carrie's friends knew about her little thing that happened in Constantine's room. Being the evil one she is, Jessica spread out the rumors quite quickly, and everyone was believing her. Now all that Carrie could do was stick her head to the ground in embarassement. Carrie even knew that Jessica was just lying to everyone, because even when Constantine heard about the rumors, he clearly told Jess that nothing happened. All of top 12 were in their seats, and ready to sing that night.

"Next up is Bo Bice!" Ryan Seacrest announced after Anthony had sang his song. "So, tell me how you feel right now Bo. You nervous? Excited?"

"Hey Linds..did I tell what I found last night?" Jessica whispered to her as Ryan was talking to Bo. Of course, no one could hear them though.

"No, what?" It was obvious that no one had told Lindsay and that she was the last to know.

"Well, last night I found Carrie in Constantine's bed." She said with a little smirk on her face.

"WHAT?!? CARRIE WAS IN CONSTANTINE'S BED?!?" She screamed at the top of her lungs in surprise. Just then when she noticed that they were still on the air, her eye's widened as she quickly covered her mouth.

All eyes turned on Carrie. Blushing, the Oklahoma native wanted to die right then and there. Even Bo had stopped singing and was looking at Carrie expectantly.

"Start talking, girl." That was Mikalah, obviously. Nothing could keep her quiet. Months of living with her had taught Carrie that simple fact. The world could have just imploded and Mikalah would soon be right in the middle of it, chattering away.

"Would everyone quit looking at me?" the blonde mumbled. "This is so embarrasing."

Ryan appeared to be over the shock, taking the microphone to his mouth. "So...would this be a recent scandal or something that just happened?"

Constantine grabbed the nearest microphone. By just looking in his friends direction, he knew that she was about to lose it completely. "It's not a scandal, because nothing happened. Carrie knows that, and I know that. We were on a date. We were watching a movie, and she was tired, and fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her up, so I let her stay with me. You know those hotel rooms have two beds; I slept in the other one. Carrie Underwood is a great girl, and I'm very much attracted to her, but I also respect her too much to ever do anything like that when neither of us would be ready for it."