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What went before is here.
June
Clark, Whitney and Pete were on the rec room couch watching TV; Lex was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, reading a book. Whitney sat with his legs against the back of the couch and his head hanging off the seat. Every so often, he blew into Lex’s ear, and did it so often that Lex barely registered it anymore; his smack to Whit’s head was automatic.
“What are you reading,” he whispered into Lex’s ear. Lex turned and was face to face with Whitney, who grinned. Lex blushed, a wave of warmth swept over him and he scrubbed at his ear in an annoyed way. Whit grinned even wider, till Clark nudged him with his foot. “Leave Red alone, he’s trying to read!”
Whitney turned his head toward Clark, ready to be nasty, but he stopped when he saw Clark’s face, and the little spots of red on his cheeks and figured he’d been aware the whole time that he’d been teasing Red, and he just reached his limit. Poor guy, he thought.
“I don’t care, Clark. Whit’s just bored, is all. Not everyone can watch re-runs of those stupid turtles endlessly like you and Pete.”
“Hey!” Pete huffed, and Clark looked almost angry. Whit was pretty sure that it wasn’t the turtle comment that made him angry.
“Anyway, the book’s called The Man Who Folded Himself. It’s good. And you keep bothering me so I can’t read.”
“See, I knew he was getting on your nerves,” Clark snapped, glaring at Whit, who reacted with a smirk. Suddenly he hit the floor with a thump, and Sam, Pete’s older brother, grinned over the top of the couch. “Hey faggots.”
“Shut up--screw you—I’ll tell mom!” They yelled all at once.
“See, you sing together like faggots—what are you watching, geez, not that Ninja Mutant shit again!”
Pete looked scandalized. “I’m going to tell mom--”
“Well, tell her this too, then” Sam said, grabbed the remote control and changed the channel while giving Pete and Clark the finger. The boys protested angrily, and Sam laughed. He leaped over the top of the couch and landed on Clark and Pete. “Geez, this is a lumpy old couch,” and jumped up and down a bit, till the boys were screaming stop, stop and laughing so hard, they could barely breathe. Sam punched Clark lightly in the stomach, shoved him off onto Lex on the floor, and jumped up, reached down behind the couch and pulled out a basketball. “Any body gonna play? Come on girls, get some fresh air.”
Whitney followed him out, winking over his shoulder at them. Clark lay on top of Lex, and grinned up at Pete.
“Your brother’s kind a pain in the ass, Pete,” Lex wheezed out, and tried to push Clark off, who was not cooperating in the least.
“Yeah,” Pete grinned proudly. “He is, isn’t he?”
July
They were on Lana’s porch, drinking sodas and arguing over which Ranger had the coolest powers, and everyone agreeing that Lana shouldn’t be allowed to join in because pink was not a power and liking the Pink Power Ranger because of that was just gross. It was pointed out to her that that was girly, and she responded well, yes she was a girl and Whitney said not when you’re hanging with us, and it was decided that when she was with them, she was an honorary guy. The matter satisfied, they went back to arguing, this time, whether Warrior Angel was cooler than Captain Marvel, and Lex really got into that conversation, this he knew. Power Rangers, he only saw at Clark or Pete’s house, they had no TV at home beside the one in his parent’s room, where he wasn’t allowed.
Lex was coming down very vocally on the side of Warrior Angel when suddenly everyone was quiet, looking over Lex’s shoulder. He twisted on the porch swing to look behind him and Mr. Kent was standing there, a tense look on his face.
“Lex, I’ve come to take you home, son. Your mother…well. Come on, let’s get in the truck, I’ll talk to you on the way home.”
Everyone looked at Lex, and his stomach sank. His first impulse was to run, run like crazy, but it wouldn’t do any good. This thing would still be waiting for him, no matter where he went. He looked at the concerned faces of his friends and wished he were alone. He’d never told any one of his friends his mom was sick. It wasn’t something a Luthor would do, was supposed to do. He got off the swing and trudged down the steps.
“Lex.”
He turned to face Clark. “Do you want me to come with you?” Clark looked so worried, but Lex shook his head no. He couldn’t deal with anyone but his own self at the moment. Clark nodded his head as if he’d read Lex’s thoughts, and Lex was grateful. He looked up into Mr. Kent’s too sympathetic eyes.
“Let’s go.”
It wasn’t until he was sitting in the truck he realized he’d forgotten to add sir.
TBC. more ...so much more...
What went before is here.
June
Clark, Whitney and Pete were on the rec room couch watching TV; Lex was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, reading a book. Whitney sat with his legs against the back of the couch and his head hanging off the seat. Every so often, he blew into Lex’s ear, and did it so often that Lex barely registered it anymore; his smack to Whit’s head was automatic.
“What are you reading,” he whispered into Lex’s ear. Lex turned and was face to face with Whitney, who grinned. Lex blushed, a wave of warmth swept over him and he scrubbed at his ear in an annoyed way. Whit grinned even wider, till Clark nudged him with his foot. “Leave Red alone, he’s trying to read!”
Whitney turned his head toward Clark, ready to be nasty, but he stopped when he saw Clark’s face, and the little spots of red on his cheeks and figured he’d been aware the whole time that he’d been teasing Red, and he just reached his limit. Poor guy, he thought.
“I don’t care, Clark. Whit’s just bored, is all. Not everyone can watch re-runs of those stupid turtles endlessly like you and Pete.”
“Hey!” Pete huffed, and Clark looked almost angry. Whit was pretty sure that it wasn’t the turtle comment that made him angry.
“Anyway, the book’s called The Man Who Folded Himself. It’s good. And you keep bothering me so I can’t read.”
“See, I knew he was getting on your nerves,” Clark snapped, glaring at Whit, who reacted with a smirk. Suddenly he hit the floor with a thump, and Sam, Pete’s older brother, grinned over the top of the couch. “Hey faggots.”
“Shut up--screw you—I’ll tell mom!” They yelled all at once.
“See, you sing together like faggots—what are you watching, geez, not that Ninja Mutant shit again!”
Pete looked scandalized. “I’m going to tell mom--”
“Well, tell her this too, then” Sam said, grabbed the remote control and changed the channel while giving Pete and Clark the finger. The boys protested angrily, and Sam laughed. He leaped over the top of the couch and landed on Clark and Pete. “Geez, this is a lumpy old couch,” and jumped up and down a bit, till the boys were screaming stop, stop and laughing so hard, they could barely breathe. Sam punched Clark lightly in the stomach, shoved him off onto Lex on the floor, and jumped up, reached down behind the couch and pulled out a basketball. “Any body gonna play? Come on girls, get some fresh air.”
Whitney followed him out, winking over his shoulder at them. Clark lay on top of Lex, and grinned up at Pete.
“Your brother’s kind a pain in the ass, Pete,” Lex wheezed out, and tried to push Clark off, who was not cooperating in the least.
“Yeah,” Pete grinned proudly. “He is, isn’t he?”
July
They were on Lana’s porch, drinking sodas and arguing over which Ranger had the coolest powers, and everyone agreeing that Lana shouldn’t be allowed to join in because pink was not a power and liking the Pink Power Ranger because of that was just gross. It was pointed out to her that that was girly, and she responded well, yes she was a girl and Whitney said not when you’re hanging with us, and it was decided that when she was with them, she was an honorary guy. The matter satisfied, they went back to arguing, this time, whether Warrior Angel was cooler than Captain Marvel, and Lex really got into that conversation, this he knew. Power Rangers, he only saw at Clark or Pete’s house, they had no TV at home beside the one in his parent’s room, where he wasn’t allowed.
Lex was coming down very vocally on the side of Warrior Angel when suddenly everyone was quiet, looking over Lex’s shoulder. He twisted on the porch swing to look behind him and Mr. Kent was standing there, a tense look on his face.
“Lex, I’ve come to take you home, son. Your mother…well. Come on, let’s get in the truck, I’ll talk to you on the way home.”
Everyone looked at Lex, and his stomach sank. His first impulse was to run, run like crazy, but it wouldn’t do any good. This thing would still be waiting for him, no matter where he went. He looked at the concerned faces of his friends and wished he were alone. He’d never told any one of his friends his mom was sick. It wasn’t something a Luthor would do, was supposed to do. He got off the swing and trudged down the steps.
“Lex.”
He turned to face Clark. “Do you want me to come with you?” Clark looked so worried, but Lex shook his head no. He couldn’t deal with anyone but his own self at the moment. Clark nodded his head as if he’d read Lex’s thoughts, and Lex was grateful. He looked up into Mr. Kent’s too sympathetic eyes.
“Let’s go.”
It wasn’t until he was sitting in the truck he realized he’d forgotten to add sir.
TBC. more ...so much more...
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