Summer To Your Heart parts 13&14/16
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roxySooo, it's that time of the night, time for more Little Smallville. I'm enjoying writing this thing, it makes me feel good. I'm glad you all are liking it. In the mean time, look for something new in this space. No, no, it'll still be me-- hey!I heard that!*eyeballs you sternly*
The parts that went before are here.
The funeral was even harder than Clark thought it was going to be. Lex stood like a soldier in his black suit, the sun shining off his freshly buzz cut red hair, and his eyes were puffy but dry. His dad was tall and handsome in a scary way, and never looked at him once or put his arm on his shoulder. It didn’t seem right to Clark that the sun should be shining, the trees should be so green, or that everyone was talking like it was a normal day. Lana kept looking at him from around her Aunt Nell’s back, her pale face wet with tears. He didn’t want to look at her, he didn’t want to cry. if he started the other guys would and they had to be tough for Lex-- Red. He wouldn’t want them crying, he’d hate it.
Clark stood between his mom and dad, holding his mom’s hand close down at his side so no one could see it and looked around at the others. Pete stood with his people and Whitney stood with his mother—his dad had to be at the store, he’d said.
When the end came, and Lex and his dad came up to toss a handful of dirt onto the coffin below, Clark shifted away from his parents and made his way to where the Luthors had been standing. He’d be there when Lex came back. Clark closed his eyes and heard the dirt drop on the coffin lid, and a moment later felt someone next to him. He opened his eyes and saw Lex straight and stiff next to him, his head tilted far back and his eyes open wide—trying to keep tears from running down his face, Clark realized. He couldn’t stop his hand from moving—his fingers touched Lex’s, at the touch, his eyes closed, but he nodded. Clark knew he appreciated that he was there, didn’t mind that he was just about holding his hand, somebody should. It wasn’t right to ask a kid to be brave and tough at his mother’s funeral. Lex’s dad glanced at him and his look was disapproving, Clark glared back, fu—forget respect, the old man was a straight up—asshole!
The adults were coming up to Mr. Luthor and murmuring whatever you were supposed to say at these times, and Clark led Lex away towards his friends. They stood in a little knot around him; everyone had a hand on him, as if they could lighten the pain for him.
“Is it true, Lex are you leaving tomorrow?” Lana asked and a sob caught in her throat. Pete looked like he was about to explode and he glared at Mr. Luthor like his eyes were lasers, and he was waiting for him to burst into flame.
“I can’t believe your damn dad is sending you to boarding school. Stupid--- "
Clark laid a hand on Pete’s arm, “Shh, Pete. Keep it down. Don’t get yourself in trouble.” He turned to Lex and said “Where, Red? How far away is it?”
“England,” Lex laughed with a hitch in his voice. “Don’t think you guy’s will be visiting anytime soon.” They huddled together a knot of misery, until Lana pulled out a camera. Everyone groaned, but she stuck out her lip and said, “You idiots can act like you don’t want your picture taken all you want but we’ll be glad to have them later.”
Lex nodded. She was right; it would be good to have evidence that he’d once had friends like this.
Lana got them to group together, and *flash*–Pete and Clark flanked Lex, each had an arm over Lex’s shoulders, Whitney stood behind Lex with his hand on Clark’s shoulder. They looked into the camera with ferocious glares as if challenging the universe to do worse; their black suits and ties, their white shirts glowing in the sun and looking so out of place on their young bodies. Then, Whitney took the camera, and Lana took Clarks place, leaned into Lex’s side, and he put an arm around her and dropped his head on top of hers. Whitney frowned a little as he tried to focus the camera, and turned to see Clark staring at Lex.
“Red’s a good guy, isn’t he, Whit.”
*flash*. Whitney turned to face Clark completely, and said, “Yeah. He really is. I’m going to miss him a whole lot.”
Clark nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Me too.” He stared at Lex who was smiling at something Lana said. “A whole lot. It’s like I’m gonna lose –an arm, or something.” Clark rubbed at the center of his chest.
“Yeah. I know.” Whitney let his hand rest on Clark’s back for a moment and rubbed lightly before moving off to join the friends.
The adults were drifting away, heading to their cars and the friends had to split up. Clark ran up to Lex, ignoring his father, grabbed his arm and said, “Meet me at the fort before you go!”
Lex nodded, glancing at his dad, who was scowling, nearly snarling at him. “ Yes, ok.” He looked at Clark, searching his eyes for some sign of what he wanted, but “I’ll be there.” he said.
Clark grinned at him and sprinted off to rejoin his mom and dad, who were getting onto the car with Whitney and his mom. The boys slid into the back seat and Whitney hissed under his breath when Clark knocked against his side.
“Hurt yourself at football again? Maybe it’s not your game, Whit?” Clark
caught the movement of Whitney’s eyes toward his mom, and then Whit shrugged. “Yeah, well, it happens. Just suck it up right?” Clark opened his mouth, hesitated and closed it again. “I guess you’re right, just seems, you get hurt a lot is all.” Whitney shrugged, irritated-- and Clark knew that was all he was going to get from him on that. Subject closed.
tbc
I saw Sky Captain...good boy, Jude! I loved this so much, it was beautiful! And my stars...Miss Jolie, I think I get it now.
The parts that went before are here.
The funeral was even harder than Clark thought it was going to be. Lex stood like a soldier in his black suit, the sun shining off his freshly buzz cut red hair, and his eyes were puffy but dry. His dad was tall and handsome in a scary way, and never looked at him once or put his arm on his shoulder. It didn’t seem right to Clark that the sun should be shining, the trees should be so green, or that everyone was talking like it was a normal day. Lana kept looking at him from around her Aunt Nell’s back, her pale face wet with tears. He didn’t want to look at her, he didn’t want to cry. if he started the other guys would and they had to be tough for Lex-- Red. He wouldn’t want them crying, he’d hate it.
Clark stood between his mom and dad, holding his mom’s hand close down at his side so no one could see it and looked around at the others. Pete stood with his people and Whitney stood with his mother—his dad had to be at the store, he’d said.
When the end came, and Lex and his dad came up to toss a handful of dirt onto the coffin below, Clark shifted away from his parents and made his way to where the Luthors had been standing. He’d be there when Lex came back. Clark closed his eyes and heard the dirt drop on the coffin lid, and a moment later felt someone next to him. He opened his eyes and saw Lex straight and stiff next to him, his head tilted far back and his eyes open wide—trying to keep tears from running down his face, Clark realized. He couldn’t stop his hand from moving—his fingers touched Lex’s, at the touch, his eyes closed, but he nodded. Clark knew he appreciated that he was there, didn’t mind that he was just about holding his hand, somebody should. It wasn’t right to ask a kid to be brave and tough at his mother’s funeral. Lex’s dad glanced at him and his look was disapproving, Clark glared back, fu—forget respect, the old man was a straight up—asshole!
The adults were coming up to Mr. Luthor and murmuring whatever you were supposed to say at these times, and Clark led Lex away towards his friends. They stood in a little knot around him; everyone had a hand on him, as if they could lighten the pain for him.
“Is it true, Lex are you leaving tomorrow?” Lana asked and a sob caught in her throat. Pete looked like he was about to explode and he glared at Mr. Luthor like his eyes were lasers, and he was waiting for him to burst into flame.
“I can’t believe your damn dad is sending you to boarding school. Stupid--- "
Clark laid a hand on Pete’s arm, “Shh, Pete. Keep it down. Don’t get yourself in trouble.” He turned to Lex and said “Where, Red? How far away is it?”
“England,” Lex laughed with a hitch in his voice. “Don’t think you guy’s will be visiting anytime soon.” They huddled together a knot of misery, until Lana pulled out a camera. Everyone groaned, but she stuck out her lip and said, “You idiots can act like you don’t want your picture taken all you want but we’ll be glad to have them later.”
Lex nodded. She was right; it would be good to have evidence that he’d once had friends like this.
Lana got them to group together, and *flash*–Pete and Clark flanked Lex, each had an arm over Lex’s shoulders, Whitney stood behind Lex with his hand on Clark’s shoulder. They looked into the camera with ferocious glares as if challenging the universe to do worse; their black suits and ties, their white shirts glowing in the sun and looking so out of place on their young bodies. Then, Whitney took the camera, and Lana took Clarks place, leaned into Lex’s side, and he put an arm around her and dropped his head on top of hers. Whitney frowned a little as he tried to focus the camera, and turned to see Clark staring at Lex.
“Red’s a good guy, isn’t he, Whit.”
*flash*. Whitney turned to face Clark completely, and said, “Yeah. He really is. I’m going to miss him a whole lot.”
Clark nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Me too.” He stared at Lex who was smiling at something Lana said. “A whole lot. It’s like I’m gonna lose –an arm, or something.” Clark rubbed at the center of his chest.
“Yeah. I know.” Whitney let his hand rest on Clark’s back for a moment and rubbed lightly before moving off to join the friends.
The adults were drifting away, heading to their cars and the friends had to split up. Clark ran up to Lex, ignoring his father, grabbed his arm and said, “Meet me at the fort before you go!”
Lex nodded, glancing at his dad, who was scowling, nearly snarling at him. “ Yes, ok.” He looked at Clark, searching his eyes for some sign of what he wanted, but “I’ll be there.” he said.
Clark grinned at him and sprinted off to rejoin his mom and dad, who were getting onto the car with Whitney and his mom. The boys slid into the back seat and Whitney hissed under his breath when Clark knocked against his side.
“Hurt yourself at football again? Maybe it’s not your game, Whit?” Clark
caught the movement of Whitney’s eyes toward his mom, and then Whit shrugged. “Yeah, well, it happens. Just suck it up right?” Clark opened his mouth, hesitated and closed it again. “I guess you’re right, just seems, you get hurt a lot is all.” Whitney shrugged, irritated-- and Clark knew that was all he was going to get from him on that. Subject closed.
tbc
I saw Sky Captain...good boy, Jude! I loved this so much, it was beautiful! And my stars...Miss Jolie, I think I get it now.
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10/8/04 07:43 am (UTC)But Martha will not be getting her hair did.
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10/8/04 04:57 am (UTC)Hopefully Martha heard Clark's comments to Whitney and figures it out.
Can't wait to see where this goes. Are you going to do the reunion scene too (like Abi suggested)?
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10/8/04 05:56 am (UTC)But when he comes up he and Clark will be all grown up and...mmmm.
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10/8/04 07:46 am (UTC)*shakes head in amazement, is aghast at the single minded pursuit of porn*
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10/8/04 07:46 am (UTC)*sniffle*
All the pretty bois are so sad!!
*hugs you*
And i wanted to see 'Sky Captain' - wanted to fetish Jude but guess what?
It was only here a week or less!!
*hate my stupid town*
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10/8/04 07:48 am (UTC)What? Your town is stupid!You'd love it StarGirl, it's right up our alley!
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10/8/04 01:37 pm (UTC)No.
My town sucks.
I will NOT die here.
I wanna live by the beeeeach!!!
:)
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10/8/04 07:53 pm (UTC)Isn't it utterly delicious?
*hugs icon*
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10/8/04 04:30 pm (UTC)How's it going with the other stuff? Did you get it worked out? Come find me if you want to talk about it.
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