Tiny Toons...I mean Summer Story...
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roxyAch, my friends...thinking about my childhood-- my trials and joys. Sad that half of all my memories are gone forever. Sad that I can't share my fun with my best friend anymore.Fall makes me happy and so sad,now. I'm not depressed, just-- missing my G-Girl, is all.
My childhood was this weird combo of Leave It To Beaver and Psycho. It was the kind of shit that you either laugh about and tell really funny stories about (well, I think they're funny) or end up a miserable shit recreating it-- it was nothing like this stuff here *points at fic* but someday, I should write about it, about two brave girls (The G-Girls) who made each other laugh even when they wanted to cry.
Ah well! Mom taught me to laugh and Dad taught me never to trust a man--valuable lessons that got me through life pretty good.
Tchah! And Sex wants to know why I think Brimstone slash is funnee!
And yes, you have to read this whining to get to the fic...it's not free all the time! *G*
what went before is here
No one else was in the fort that afternoon. As soon as he could get away, Lex had run here. Now he was curled in a corner of the fort, between the boxes of comics. He’d thought to come and read and forget the mess going on around him, but here he was crying, sobbing out loud and hiccupping and snot and tears all down his face, he hated himself for not having control, but he’d held it in all day, was a man just like his dad told him to be. He maintained all the way to the fort, and then it just broke. Crying hurt so much he felt like he was dying, he never cried, not since he was a baby, it was stupid and for sissies, but—He could hardly breath, and he was wiping his face on his sleeve and gasping for air when he heard a noise.
“Lex? Are you ok—well, that was stupid, I’m sorry.” Clark’s head poked in the doorway and Lex was instantly angry and embarrassed.
“Go away!” His angry cry was muffled in the crook of his arm, and he tried to shrink even more. Clark said “Okay.” And came in, followed by Pete and Whitney. They looked so sad, Lex had to close his eyes.
“We—the guys…we heard. About your mom. We just wanted to say…” Pete came forward and knelt next to him, hit Lex lightly in the arm. “Sorry man, sorry—it really sucks. But, we’re right here, ok?”
Lex nodded, didn’t move his head from his arm. Whitney crouched down by him and didn’t touch him, just sighed. “Hey Lex. Man, this is so fucked up…” There was a little gasp and he looked at the other boys.
“What? It’s true isn’t it? It’s fucked up. A kid shouldn’t have something like this happen—” and then he did reach out and grab Lex in a rough hug. “Cry if you want to man—it’s ok.”
And Lex burst out into tears again, clutched frantically at Whitney for a moment before letting go. Whitney hugged him back hard and stood.
He walked up to Clark and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You should stay with him a little while Clark, we’re his buddies but you guys are best friends.”
Whitney looked back over his shoulder at Lex, just looked for a bit, and Clark got a strange feeling, his stomach kind of –flipped and hurt for a second, and then it was gone and he nodded to Whitney.
“Ok, Whit—talk to you guys later.” They nodded and trooped out and Clark was left alone with Lex. Lex had calmed himself a bit and leaned back against the wall. Clark dropped down in front of him, and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Ok—talk. Why didn’t you tell us your mom was so sick? Why didn’t you tell us she died? If my dad hadn’t asked how you were, we wouldn’t have known…that hurt, man. It’s like you don’t trust us—trust me.”
“Clark, this is my deal, not yours. I don’t *care* about your feelings right now.” Lex backed down when he caught sight of Clark’s face. “ Ok, sorry,” he sniffed and wiped at his eyes. “I didn’t say anything because it’s weak to not carry your own trouble.”
Hunh? Clark was confused. Didn’t you go to your friends when things went wrong, and what could be worse than your mom dying? What kind of house did Lex live in, poor kid?
Clark shifted and moved next to Lex and threw an arm around him.
“Lex, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Did your dad tell you that? Well, he’s kind of a butt hole isn’t he?” He grinned when Lex let out a bark of surprised laughter, and felt even better when he felt Lex nod his head. He reached up with his other hand and ruffled Lex’s hair, pulled at the long red strands a bit.
He spoke quietly. “You never have to look too hard to find your friends, ok? You never have to do anything on your own as long as we’re here. We like the Musketeers, only more than three.”
Lex let his head fall back against Clark’s arm and laughed. Clark felt warm all over; he made Lex feel a little better. That was cool.
“Come on, let’s go to my house, get something to eat. I don’t know if this makes you feel any little bit better, but my mom? She really likes you Lex. She’ll take care of you. I’ll ask her to,” Lex nodded solemnly back at Clark.
“Thanks Clark. I’m glad to hear that. I like you guys a lot too.”
They made their way out of the fort and Lex turned to Clark, looked embarrassed. “You know, sometimes, I like to pretend that your dad is my dad, that I live with you guys and I’m your brother. And I’ll punch you if you laugh.”
Clark looked solemn. “No, I don’t think that’s funny. I like it. You’d be a good brother. We’d like to have you with us, my parents really like you, Lex.”
“Yeah, well.”
Clark nodded. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
TBC...aaaaww!
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My childhood was this weird combo of Leave It To Beaver and Psycho. It was the kind of shit that you either laugh about and tell really funny stories about (well, I think they're funny) or end up a miserable shit recreating it-- it was nothing like this stuff here *points at fic* but someday, I should write about it, about two brave girls (The G-Girls) who made each other laugh even when they wanted to cry.
Ah well! Mom taught me to laugh and Dad taught me never to trust a man--valuable lessons that got me through life pretty good.
Tchah! And Sex wants to know why I think Brimstone slash is funnee!
And yes, you have to read this whining to get to the fic...it's not free all the time! *G*
what went before is here
No one else was in the fort that afternoon. As soon as he could get away, Lex had run here. Now he was curled in a corner of the fort, between the boxes of comics. He’d thought to come and read and forget the mess going on around him, but here he was crying, sobbing out loud and hiccupping and snot and tears all down his face, he hated himself for not having control, but he’d held it in all day, was a man just like his dad told him to be. He maintained all the way to the fort, and then it just broke. Crying hurt so much he felt like he was dying, he never cried, not since he was a baby, it was stupid and for sissies, but—He could hardly breath, and he was wiping his face on his sleeve and gasping for air when he heard a noise.
“Lex? Are you ok—well, that was stupid, I’m sorry.” Clark’s head poked in the doorway and Lex was instantly angry and embarrassed.
“Go away!” His angry cry was muffled in the crook of his arm, and he tried to shrink even more. Clark said “Okay.” And came in, followed by Pete and Whitney. They looked so sad, Lex had to close his eyes.
“We—the guys…we heard. About your mom. We just wanted to say…” Pete came forward and knelt next to him, hit Lex lightly in the arm. “Sorry man, sorry—it really sucks. But, we’re right here, ok?”
Lex nodded, didn’t move his head from his arm. Whitney crouched down by him and didn’t touch him, just sighed. “Hey Lex. Man, this is so fucked up…” There was a little gasp and he looked at the other boys.
“What? It’s true isn’t it? It’s fucked up. A kid shouldn’t have something like this happen—” and then he did reach out and grab Lex in a rough hug. “Cry if you want to man—it’s ok.”
And Lex burst out into tears again, clutched frantically at Whitney for a moment before letting go. Whitney hugged him back hard and stood.
He walked up to Clark and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You should stay with him a little while Clark, we’re his buddies but you guys are best friends.”
Whitney looked back over his shoulder at Lex, just looked for a bit, and Clark got a strange feeling, his stomach kind of –flipped and hurt for a second, and then it was gone and he nodded to Whitney.
“Ok, Whit—talk to you guys later.” They nodded and trooped out and Clark was left alone with Lex. Lex had calmed himself a bit and leaned back against the wall. Clark dropped down in front of him, and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Ok—talk. Why didn’t you tell us your mom was so sick? Why didn’t you tell us she died? If my dad hadn’t asked how you were, we wouldn’t have known…that hurt, man. It’s like you don’t trust us—trust me.”
“Clark, this is my deal, not yours. I don’t *care* about your feelings right now.” Lex backed down when he caught sight of Clark’s face. “ Ok, sorry,” he sniffed and wiped at his eyes. “I didn’t say anything because it’s weak to not carry your own trouble.”
Hunh? Clark was confused. Didn’t you go to your friends when things went wrong, and what could be worse than your mom dying? What kind of house did Lex live in, poor kid?
Clark shifted and moved next to Lex and threw an arm around him.
“Lex, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Did your dad tell you that? Well, he’s kind of a butt hole isn’t he?” He grinned when Lex let out a bark of surprised laughter, and felt even better when he felt Lex nod his head. He reached up with his other hand and ruffled Lex’s hair, pulled at the long red strands a bit.
He spoke quietly. “You never have to look too hard to find your friends, ok? You never have to do anything on your own as long as we’re here. We like the Musketeers, only more than three.”
Lex let his head fall back against Clark’s arm and laughed. Clark felt warm all over; he made Lex feel a little better. That was cool.
“Come on, let’s go to my house, get something to eat. I don’t know if this makes you feel any little bit better, but my mom? She really likes you Lex. She’ll take care of you. I’ll ask her to,” Lex nodded solemnly back at Clark.
“Thanks Clark. I’m glad to hear that. I like you guys a lot too.”
They made their way out of the fort and Lex turned to Clark, looked embarrassed. “You know, sometimes, I like to pretend that your dad is my dad, that I live with you guys and I’m your brother. And I’ll punch you if you laugh.”
Clark looked solemn. “No, I don’t think that’s funny. I like it. You’d be a good brother. We’d like to have you with us, my parents really like you, Lex.”
“Yeah, well.”
Clark nodded. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
TBC...aaaaww!
*****
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