Chris does her best to befriend Carrie. Things don't go exactly as planned. Thank you for reviewing and following so far! More soon!

Chris did worry about Carrie, she might have some supernatural ability but she didn't seem to ever use it to defend herself when she really needed to. Carrie wasn't expecting anymore visits from Chris, she didn't expect her to follow her home again. After talking to her about what happened in detention it seemed the brunette couldn't resist finding out more.

"Please, Chris!" She was no longer afraid of Chris but she did know how to get on her nerves.

"Come to my place," she urged as they walked side by side. When they reached her driveway, Chris didn't see a car so it looked like Margaret was working late.

Carrie turned to Chris, giving her a dirty look but it was failing to give her a hint. "She said she'd be home by 8. I need to do homework."

"Come on," Chris held her hand out to her; she had this smile that appeared genuine but Carrie was hesitant. Finally accepting her hand, she was led to Chris's house. A ten minute walk, it felt like she was running away from home, constantly looking over her shoulder in case they were being watched or followed.

Chris's dad wasn't home yet, he would never believe his eyes if he saw Carrie White there, Chris knew he would think she was up to something which in some ways she was. Carrie still didn't feel right about being away from home even if it would only be a few short hours. Chris's room was covered in posters and was a little messy, something she could never get away with. Chris told her to just throw her backpack anywhere. Carrie was programmed to do everything a certain way so made no exceptions and set it by the door while Chris flung hers. Carrie sat on the bed as Chris went to turn on her stereo; she bent over her dresser with her butt pushed out, she looked back to see if Carrie was watching her. Carrie didn't know why she felt the need to look at Chris, she felt guilty and ashamed when Chris looked back at her.

"I bet you never listen to this at home."

Carrie would never be allowed anything this raunchy or explicit with so many four letter words repeated. Chris sat on the bed with her and they watched an X-Men movie to show Carrie that her powers could be used even though she had no idea how she got them or how to control it properly. Chris was shocked to learn she had never seen a movie and wondered what else she was being denied at home. "You can fight back, Carrie. You could be like Rogue or Storm! Do you have any idea what I would do?"

Carrie shook her head, "I'm scared...I might...lose control."

"I can help you...I mean...I can do what I can."h

"What happened to your mom?" Carrie asked bluntly, after mentioning her mother before and seeing she was out of her life she wanted to know if it had a lot to do with the way she acted.

"My mom went bat shit crazy...she's in an institution...She escaped three already since I was 13. I'm scared she'll come back one day for me. She almost drowned me in the bathtub..." She got quiet which startled Carrie more than the story itself, she was sharing probably the darkest secret about herself. Carrie held onto one of her hands and squeezed, she was taken off guard by how quickly she turned to look at her with those bright blue eyes. Chris held her tightly in a hug. It was strange getting this close to someone you thought despised you.

After a while they got to talking about other things. "You like anyone in school?"

"Um mm, " Carrie thought aloud, "Tommy Ross?"

"He was Sue's boyfriend," Chris laughed. That's when she had an idea, not a very good one but she went for it. "You know...to get a guy like Tommy, you really need to know how to kiss."

Carrie really didn't understand what she was getting at but she sure was giving her a cheeky look; Chris had this smug smile on her face, an eyebrow raised. "What?" Carrie was beginning to wonder if there might be something on her face with the way she was looking at her.

"Well...there's only one way to learn," Chris flashed her eyelashes. "Unless you don't want to be any good."

"I-I wanna be good," Carrie said eagerly. Chris grinned, she moved closer, sitting in Carrie's lap no less. Carrie gulped, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind but Chris was very persistent. Carrie felt her heart racing when Chris put her hands on her face and moved in. While Chris's eyes closed, Carrie's remained wide opened. A closed mouth kiss ensued but Carrie didn't know what to do, she remained shocked and frozen in place. Even when Chris was finished, Carrie had the same look on her face as she did throughout the lesson. Chris couldn't help but laugh at how cute she looked.

"Not bad but you may want to try kissing back."

Carrie nodded though she was still shy for a second round. Chris wrapped her legs around Carrie's waist as they picked up the pace. Carrie for the most part copied exactly what Chris had done to her. Carrie let go to breathe, this time Chris was left wide eyed and in shock. She tried to remember the last time she'd felt that way during a kiss, the first time she kissed Billy maybe. She caught her breath and asked Carrie if she wanted to continue and try some more maybe even take things a little further.

Carrie was fine with going a little further, she wasn't nearly as shy to go a third go. Even when Chris suggested they use tongues it didn't seem to bother her that much, no chickening out now. Chris told her it was all about letting herself go and follow her instincts. Both closed their eyes, Chris already had her tongue ready. Their mouths opened, they met each other. Carrie felt Chris's tongue almost instantly and used her own tongue to massage hers. Carrie held onto the small of Chris's back. It didn't take Carrie's hands long to wander, moving up and down her shoulders. They briefly moaned as they savored the taste, everything was getting more and more intense. Both were feeling dizzy with the sensation of floating, it was as though they were hovering above Chris's bed.

Both eventually parted tongues and looked at each other, Carrie was the first to notice they were a lot higher than once thought. They were at least a foot off the mattress, Carrie's trance broke and they bounced on their way down. Both laughed uncontrollably. The front door downstairs opened, Chris covered Carrie's mouth so not to alert who was there.

"Chris?"

It was her father and he sounded a little irritated which could either be about work or something Chris did. She knew now it was a good idea to take Carrie home.

Things are getting interesting. More soon!