SummerStory: Summer To Your Heart
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roxyDear Folks,
The End, Part One.
I thank you all so very much for your positive, *more* than positive reaction to my little story. You really have no idea how much happiness I've gotten from this and from your lovely feedback.
It makes me think that I'm a little better than I thought I was at This Thing Of Ours.
Anyway, the previous parts are here
Lex met Clark at the fort later on that evening. They were out of the suits and back in jeans and it felt almost normal–almost.
Clark seemed ill at ease, nervous and finally Lex asked him point blank “What the hell is up Clark, I mean, it’s not a great day,” he laughed bitterly, “but you’re acting even weirder than usual.”
Clark swallowed and said, “Red. Remember when you said we should be brothers?”
“No, you said we should be brothers.”
“No it was you–shut up” he said when Lex looked like he was going to interrupt again. “Whatever! Anyway, I was watching this movie the other night, and these kids decided to become brothers, blood brothers, you know?”
Lex nodded, he was familiar with the concept. It happened a lot in the old books he read.
“Ok, so, that’s what we’re going to do, so we never forget and we’ll always be friends–no matter where we are.” Clark pulled a small red folding knife out of his pocket and held it out on his palm. “It’s my dad’s pocket knife, I thought –"
“I don’t know Clark, that’s kind of gross–and painful.” Lex looked extremely doubtful, and Clark sneered a little. “Come on Red, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little pain?” and Lex laughed again, that laugh that Clark knew meant more, the one that made Whit look at Lex whenever he laughed like that and share a twisted smile with him.
“Ok, tough guy, let’s do this!”
Clark took Lex’s out stretched hand and sliced a shallow groove across his thumb and winced with Lex when blood bubbled up. He than took the blade and sliced across his own thumb and–nothing. He looked puzzled and cut again, harder, and Lex looked up at him.
“Clark. It’s not working–the blade is ...dull?” he looked down at his thumb thoughtfully, and Clark nearly sawed at his thumb till finally a thin stripe of red appeared, and they pressed their thumbs together, mixing and smearing the blood.
“Do we say anything?” Lex asked, his brow furrowed as he stared at his blood-smeared thumb.
“I don’t know, how about, ‘we’re brother’s forever now’?”
Lex nodded “Sounds good to me–Clark, is it always that hard for you to bleed?”
“Yeah, when I was real young, like five or something, I’d skin my knee and bleed like crazy, but I haven’t for a long time now. I used to think everyone was like that–now I know different. I still don’t know why I don’t bleed easy, or get sick...”
“That’s pretty cool, Clark, I’d like never to get sick or stuff.”
They headed back to the Kent farm, neither of them speaking but once in a awhile one or the other would glance at their thumb and smile. They parted at the Kent driveway, shaking hands like grown ups, till Clark grabbed Lex into a tight hug. He pressed his face into Lex’s shoulder, and spoke, his voice muffled by the cotton. “Remember, brother’s” Lex nodded yes and pulled away from Clark, but not before he scrubbed his hand over his hair.
“Red—Lex, I –you take care of yourself—”and he ran up the drive.
*****
Lex stood and tried to sort out the maze of feelings he was lost in. He found a brother and lost him and there was something else wrapped up in it, a feeling that he lost something else too–he just didn’t understand what.
After a horrible dinner with his dad, and negotiating with the housekeeper on what personal items he could pack--and that was nearly a battle to the death– he heard a knock at his window. Again, a knock and he went to the window, looked out and down at a hiss.
Whitney, waving something in his hand.
Lex waved back and made a shushing motion, and Whit nodded and gestured for Lex to come down. Lex held up five fingers and scooted back from the ledge. He knew everyone was asleep so he just tossed a jacket over his undershirt and ran lightly down the stairs, through to the back of the house and out the door.
Whitney was waiting and the thing in his hand turned out to be a folder of pictures. Lex took them and shuffled through them quickly, remembering the afternoon and how dead he’d felt. There were other pictures though, one of Pete and Sam together, a school picture of Lana, one of Whitney glaring into the lense… and Clark–a handful of pictures of Clark, at birthdays, picnics, building the fort, and one of him looking into the camera with a painfully sweet expression on his face.
Whitney watched him look the pictures over, and asked him gruffly “Was I wrong?”
Lex looked up at him, and Whit asked again “Was I wrong, Red. To bring those pictures of Clark?”
Lex shook his head no, and Whit smiled. “I kinda thought so–you’re good at hiding things Lex. We both are.”
He moved over to Lex and leaned forward till they were only separated by a breath, and then he pressed his lips lightly to Lex’s. They stood for a moment, lips pressed softly together, and Whit’s hands went up to Lex’s shoulders. Lex’s heart skipped a beat, and then Whitney stepped back. “That’s from Clark. I think if he were smarter he’d know he doesn’t want to be your brother.” he reached a hand behind Lex’s neck and squeezed lightly. “I’m not going to act like we’ll meet again, we probably won’t. Thanks for being my friend Lex, thanks for helping.”
He pulled back from Lex, and Lex grabbed his hand. “I love you, Whit!”
He leaned down and grabbed his bike, got on and said, “Yeah? Maybe, Red, maybe...” turned and rode off, stopped half way down the drive, turned and waved once and rode on.
Lex stood in the drive a little while longer; he touched his lip, and then looked down at the pictures clutched against his chest. His life had changed for the worse when his mom died, and tomorrow his life was supposed to change again, and here in the dark, on his driveway, it changed in a way he could never have imagined.
End, part one.
(10-8-2004
The End, Part One.
I thank you all so very much for your positive, *more* than positive reaction to my little story. You really have no idea how much happiness I've gotten from this and from your lovely feedback.
It makes me think that I'm a little better than I thought I was at This Thing Of Ours.
Anyway, the previous parts are here
Lex met Clark at the fort later on that evening. They were out of the suits and back in jeans and it felt almost normal–almost.
Clark seemed ill at ease, nervous and finally Lex asked him point blank “What the hell is up Clark, I mean, it’s not a great day,” he laughed bitterly, “but you’re acting even weirder than usual.”
Clark swallowed and said, “Red. Remember when you said we should be brothers?”
“No, you said we should be brothers.”
“No it was you–shut up” he said when Lex looked like he was going to interrupt again. “Whatever! Anyway, I was watching this movie the other night, and these kids decided to become brothers, blood brothers, you know?”
Lex nodded, he was familiar with the concept. It happened a lot in the old books he read.
“Ok, so, that’s what we’re going to do, so we never forget and we’ll always be friends–no matter where we are.” Clark pulled a small red folding knife out of his pocket and held it out on his palm. “It’s my dad’s pocket knife, I thought –"
“I don’t know Clark, that’s kind of gross–and painful.” Lex looked extremely doubtful, and Clark sneered a little. “Come on Red, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little pain?” and Lex laughed again, that laugh that Clark knew meant more, the one that made Whit look at Lex whenever he laughed like that and share a twisted smile with him.
“Ok, tough guy, let’s do this!”
Clark took Lex’s out stretched hand and sliced a shallow groove across his thumb and winced with Lex when blood bubbled up. He than took the blade and sliced across his own thumb and–nothing. He looked puzzled and cut again, harder, and Lex looked up at him.
“Clark. It’s not working–the blade is ...dull?” he looked down at his thumb thoughtfully, and Clark nearly sawed at his thumb till finally a thin stripe of red appeared, and they pressed their thumbs together, mixing and smearing the blood.
“Do we say anything?” Lex asked, his brow furrowed as he stared at his blood-smeared thumb.
“I don’t know, how about, ‘we’re brother’s forever now’?”
Lex nodded “Sounds good to me–Clark, is it always that hard for you to bleed?”
“Yeah, when I was real young, like five or something, I’d skin my knee and bleed like crazy, but I haven’t for a long time now. I used to think everyone was like that–now I know different. I still don’t know why I don’t bleed easy, or get sick...”
“That’s pretty cool, Clark, I’d like never to get sick or stuff.”
They headed back to the Kent farm, neither of them speaking but once in a awhile one or the other would glance at their thumb and smile. They parted at the Kent driveway, shaking hands like grown ups, till Clark grabbed Lex into a tight hug. He pressed his face into Lex’s shoulder, and spoke, his voice muffled by the cotton. “Remember, brother’s” Lex nodded yes and pulled away from Clark, but not before he scrubbed his hand over his hair.
“Red—Lex, I –you take care of yourself—”and he ran up the drive.
*****
Lex stood and tried to sort out the maze of feelings he was lost in. He found a brother and lost him and there was something else wrapped up in it, a feeling that he lost something else too–he just didn’t understand what.
After a horrible dinner with his dad, and negotiating with the housekeeper on what personal items he could pack--and that was nearly a battle to the death– he heard a knock at his window. Again, a knock and he went to the window, looked out and down at a hiss.
Whitney, waving something in his hand.
Lex waved back and made a shushing motion, and Whit nodded and gestured for Lex to come down. Lex held up five fingers and scooted back from the ledge. He knew everyone was asleep so he just tossed a jacket over his undershirt and ran lightly down the stairs, through to the back of the house and out the door.
Whitney was waiting and the thing in his hand turned out to be a folder of pictures. Lex took them and shuffled through them quickly, remembering the afternoon and how dead he’d felt. There were other pictures though, one of Pete and Sam together, a school picture of Lana, one of Whitney glaring into the lense… and Clark–a handful of pictures of Clark, at birthdays, picnics, building the fort, and one of him looking into the camera with a painfully sweet expression on his face.
Whitney watched him look the pictures over, and asked him gruffly “Was I wrong?”
Lex looked up at him, and Whit asked again “Was I wrong, Red. To bring those pictures of Clark?”
Lex shook his head no, and Whit smiled. “I kinda thought so–you’re good at hiding things Lex. We both are.”
He moved over to Lex and leaned forward till they were only separated by a breath, and then he pressed his lips lightly to Lex’s. They stood for a moment, lips pressed softly together, and Whit’s hands went up to Lex’s shoulders. Lex’s heart skipped a beat, and then Whitney stepped back. “That’s from Clark. I think if he were smarter he’d know he doesn’t want to be your brother.” he reached a hand behind Lex’s neck and squeezed lightly. “I’m not going to act like we’ll meet again, we probably won’t. Thanks for being my friend Lex, thanks for helping.”
He pulled back from Lex, and Lex grabbed his hand. “I love you, Whit!”
He leaned down and grabbed his bike, got on and said, “Yeah? Maybe, Red, maybe...” turned and rode off, stopped half way down the drive, turned and waved once and rode on.
Lex stood in the drive a little while longer; he touched his lip, and then looked down at the pictures clutched against his chest. His life had changed for the worse when his mom died, and tomorrow his life was supposed to change again, and here in the dark, on his driveway, it changed in a way he could never have imagined.
End, part one.
(10-8-2004
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10/9/04 03:50 am (UTC)however, i sorta had to sheild my eyes from the above... i am so-very clexian... (with perhaps of bruce or lionel thrown in..) and i hated whitney. grrrrr.....
but that last paragraph. excellent. *sighs thinking in clex terms.*
you rule!!
10/9/04 03:53 am (UTC)(i also tend to over analyze things) gah! *headdesk*
Re: you rule!!
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10/9/04 03:58 am (UTC)*hug*I understand your disappointment with the SV thing, no worries!
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10/9/04 04:11 am (UTC)That’s from Clark. I think if he were smarter he’d know he doesn’t want to be your brother.
Whee! (for the CLex, not the Litney, of that kiss)
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10/9/04 06:06 am (UTC)I can actually imagine Clark and Whitney figuring things out together before Lex comes back on the scene. Am I on the right track? Will there be Clitney? *giggles like a schoolgirl*
I really liked part 1, I hope it gets followed up!
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10/9/04 06:21 am (UTC)Funny you should mention follow-up, *blushes* Part Two is on it's way.
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10/9/04 08:31 am (UTC)That's so pretty and sweet...
I love that. Really wonderful ending.
*bounce*
Thank you for sharing this with us!!
*hugs you*
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10/9/04 10:27 pm (UTC)I have to know what happens next!!
*hugs you*
It was spiff, sweetie.
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