Summer To My Heart pts 7 &*/15
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roxySo, I'm going to double up the sections, that makes them about 800 words per bit, so-- a little larger slice. I'm going to have to break on this to finish Exiled, Bruce and Clark just let me know they weren't finished, and Lex is getting a tad impatient. such demanding boys, tsk!
If you want to see what went before , it's here in memories
“So, he’s kind of a dick, but I just keep away from him as much as I can.”
Lex nodded, seeing the wisdom in that.
“Yeah. My old man’s gone most of the time,”
“Lucky you,” Whitney huffed. “I wish the guy had a job that would take him away from me and my mom for weeks. That’d be great. But no, he’ s got that stupid store, and I’ve got to be there doing stuff,” he spit to the side and glowered, and Lex felt guilty for not having to deal with his dad all the time, like Whit did.
“You know, Clark’s a great guy,” he said, “ but he doesn’t understand this stuff, he doesn’t get it.”
Lex felt a little odd, scared—he didn’t want Whit to say bad things about Clark, but Whitney went on to say, “Not that I don’t think he’s great, he is, he’s just dense sometime!” They laughed, grinned at each other.
Soldiers together in the same war.
Whitney stood up, and grabbed Lex’s hand to pull him up too.
“Come on Red, let’s get back before the bastards send the hounds out after us,” he snickered. Lex let himself be pulled to his feet, and thought, even though Clark was his very best friend, Whit was real cool too. It’s like Pete was always saying, you had to give someone a chance first, before you write them off. He hoped he’d given Whit his chance—
Whitney looked at Lex and said, “You know, at first I thought you were just kind of hogging Clark to yourself, trying to take over. It made me mad, because we’ve all been friends since first grade, and you were the new guy. But, you’re kind of cool. I like you.”
Lex grinned back and felt a bloom of warmth all through him. Jesus, don’t let me blush like a girl… “Same here,” he said and vibrated under the thud of Whitney’s fist hitting his arm. “Good.”
Lex grinned all the way back to the castle, and somewhere in his muddle of happy thoughts floated the recollection of really intense blue eyes.
JUNE
School was almost over, and the fort was nearly finished. The walls were up and as Mr. Kent said, the roof was sound. Lex smiled, remembering Pete and Clark imitating Mr. Kent, standing with their chests puffed out, and hooting, “The roof is sound, m’boy!”
It always gave Lex a little shiver along with the laugh. They were so bold! And Mr. Kent—he laughed along with them, it was …cool.
*****
Pete and Lex were at The Pond, playing with Pete's Ninja Turtles. They had built a dungeon and were working on a bridge for the turtles to swing on when Pete said "So. Whit's dad is a jerk, hunh?" He moved his turtle over the lake they'd made for them, seemingly concentrated completely on what he was doing.
"Hunh?" Lex tried to act uninterested. “Why?"
Pete had to stop and look at Lex. "Red! Have you ever seen Whit with his shirt off?"
Lex swallowed, his mouth felt all cottony, and he had to try twice before his voice worked. "No, no I haven't..."
"Man! He's always all bruised up." Pete looked concerned and said seriously, “ I think his dad beats him.” He stared at Lex, waiting for some reaction. Lex said nothing, Whitney hadn't given him permission to tell, and he knew Whit wouldn't care for Pete and Clark to discuss him--he just looked at Pete until he began to fidget.
"Well, I think so," he said grumpily. “Or, or maybe he gets it playing foot ball...."
"Maybe-- maybe, Pete. So, how's Sam doing?" Lex stuck a turtle head down in the lake and Pete slapped his hand away as he rescued the turtle. "Him? He sucks."
"He's leaving soon, hunh?"
Pete looked pretty pitiful, Lex thought. "Yeah, I get to have his room, he said so. My mom said it's ok."
"You know, you're lucky you have brother's, Pete."
"You only think that 'cause you don't have any --besides, you do have brothers! You’ve got three, remember, we’re the Mousekteers?"
"Musketeer, Pete--read a book why don't you."
"Read? That's what they make movies for!"
Lex snorted, and shoved the turtles into the mud, and grinned as he watched Pete yank them back out and rinse them. He sobered quickly when he caught sight of Pete’s face, crumbled and creased, and “Pete, it's ok if you're sad about it--”
"What for? He beats me up all the time, and takes my stuff and hogs the TV and--”
One fat tear rolled down, dropped off the end of his nose.
"Idiot," Lex said gruffly, fondly and punched his shoulder. Pete didn't look up, but he grinned and wiped his face.
"Don't tell anyone Red. I'd really hate to have to kill you. Ow! Faggot!"
Lex laughed and punched Pete again “What, a little punch like that? Girly-man! Let's head back, hunh Pete?"
Pete agreed and started to gather his turtles. "Yeah, I'm hungry now...."
"Ooo! Really? Wow! News flash, Pete Ross hungry--oof! Ok ok, we’re even now!"
Lex laughed and put up his hands to ward Pete off.
He grinned, and not for the first time that year thought how lucky he was to have such good friends.
To Be Continued--there's a ton of this my friends.Gather round the campfire, sing Combaya (or however...) toast marshmellows...
If you want to see what went before , it's here in memories
“So, he’s kind of a dick, but I just keep away from him as much as I can.”
Lex nodded, seeing the wisdom in that.
“Yeah. My old man’s gone most of the time,”
“Lucky you,” Whitney huffed. “I wish the guy had a job that would take him away from me and my mom for weeks. That’d be great. But no, he’ s got that stupid store, and I’ve got to be there doing stuff,” he spit to the side and glowered, and Lex felt guilty for not having to deal with his dad all the time, like Whit did.
“You know, Clark’s a great guy,” he said, “ but he doesn’t understand this stuff, he doesn’t get it.”
Lex felt a little odd, scared—he didn’t want Whit to say bad things about Clark, but Whitney went on to say, “Not that I don’t think he’s great, he is, he’s just dense sometime!” They laughed, grinned at each other.
Soldiers together in the same war.
Whitney stood up, and grabbed Lex’s hand to pull him up too.
“Come on Red, let’s get back before the bastards send the hounds out after us,” he snickered. Lex let himself be pulled to his feet, and thought, even though Clark was his very best friend, Whit was real cool too. It’s like Pete was always saying, you had to give someone a chance first, before you write them off. He hoped he’d given Whit his chance—
Whitney looked at Lex and said, “You know, at first I thought you were just kind of hogging Clark to yourself, trying to take over. It made me mad, because we’ve all been friends since first grade, and you were the new guy. But, you’re kind of cool. I like you.”
Lex grinned back and felt a bloom of warmth all through him. Jesus, don’t let me blush like a girl… “Same here,” he said and vibrated under the thud of Whitney’s fist hitting his arm. “Good.”
Lex grinned all the way back to the castle, and somewhere in his muddle of happy thoughts floated the recollection of really intense blue eyes.
JUNE
School was almost over, and the fort was nearly finished. The walls were up and as Mr. Kent said, the roof was sound. Lex smiled, remembering Pete and Clark imitating Mr. Kent, standing with their chests puffed out, and hooting, “The roof is sound, m’boy!”
It always gave Lex a little shiver along with the laugh. They were so bold! And Mr. Kent—he laughed along with them, it was …cool.
*****
Pete and Lex were at The Pond, playing with Pete's Ninja Turtles. They had built a dungeon and were working on a bridge for the turtles to swing on when Pete said "So. Whit's dad is a jerk, hunh?" He moved his turtle over the lake they'd made for them, seemingly concentrated completely on what he was doing.
"Hunh?" Lex tried to act uninterested. “Why?"
Pete had to stop and look at Lex. "Red! Have you ever seen Whit with his shirt off?"
Lex swallowed, his mouth felt all cottony, and he had to try twice before his voice worked. "No, no I haven't..."
"Man! He's always all bruised up." Pete looked concerned and said seriously, “ I think his dad beats him.” He stared at Lex, waiting for some reaction. Lex said nothing, Whitney hadn't given him permission to tell, and he knew Whit wouldn't care for Pete and Clark to discuss him--he just looked at Pete until he began to fidget.
"Well, I think so," he said grumpily. “Or, or maybe he gets it playing foot ball...."
"Maybe-- maybe, Pete. So, how's Sam doing?" Lex stuck a turtle head down in the lake and Pete slapped his hand away as he rescued the turtle. "Him? He sucks."
"He's leaving soon, hunh?"
Pete looked pretty pitiful, Lex thought. "Yeah, I get to have his room, he said so. My mom said it's ok."
"You know, you're lucky you have brother's, Pete."
"You only think that 'cause you don't have any --besides, you do have brothers! You’ve got three, remember, we’re the Mousekteers?"
"Musketeer, Pete--read a book why don't you."
"Read? That's what they make movies for!"
Lex snorted, and shoved the turtles into the mud, and grinned as he watched Pete yank them back out and rinse them. He sobered quickly when he caught sight of Pete’s face, crumbled and creased, and “Pete, it's ok if you're sad about it--”
"What for? He beats me up all the time, and takes my stuff and hogs the TV and--”
One fat tear rolled down, dropped off the end of his nose.
"Idiot," Lex said gruffly, fondly and punched his shoulder. Pete didn't look up, but he grinned and wiped his face.
"Don't tell anyone Red. I'd really hate to have to kill you. Ow! Faggot!"
Lex laughed and punched Pete again “What, a little punch like that? Girly-man! Let's head back, hunh Pete?"
Pete agreed and started to gather his turtles. "Yeah, I'm hungry now...."
"Ooo! Really? Wow! News flash, Pete Ross hungry--oof! Ok ok, we’re even now!"
Lex laughed and put up his hands to ward Pete off.
He grinned, and not for the first time that year thought how lucky he was to have such good friends.
To Be Continued--there's a ton of this my friends.Gather round the campfire, sing Combaya (or however...) toast marshmellows...
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10/4/04 05:49 am (UTC)Little Lex is so funny! He sounds so adult when he talks, but his focus is all on kid things. Hee! I'm glad he's getting something of a childhood in this AU. Also, I was wondering about who is looking after him at the mansion and what that's like. Will he have anyone over? Maybe some time when his dad is gone?
*eg* No potential to get in trouble there. *whistles innocently*
Keep it coming!! *g*
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10/4/04 06:32 am (UTC)I like.
*bounce*
So sweet - Ninja Turtles!!
Whooot!!
This is sweet.
*hugs you*
How're you doin', babes? Haven't heard a peep outta ya!!
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10/5/04 07:41 pm (UTC)It's neat the way everybody talks to Lex, and they all call him 'Red.'
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