In Celebration...
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roxy...of my continuing frighteningly good mood, I plan to fling fic at you 'til you cave and beg me to stop! or not, because there is soooo much good stuff out there, every body is making me so happpy with their tasty , tasty stories! It's a good night, for sure.
*smiles to self, strokes cat with the hand made of metal...not that the cat has a metal hand, that would be me,well, not really me, I'm just pretending...ah--never mind* I'll just be over here whistling the theme from Inspector Gadget.
Eight Grade 2000
June
Clark watched Pete ride his bike up the drive like he was being chased by a monster, or Fluffy, the neighbor’s evil bastard poodle.
“Clark!” he was yelling even before he disengaged from his bike. Clark watched Pete with some amusement; whatever it was that had him flustered had to be good, for sure. Maybe Pete’s quest to get to third base with a girl finally panned out, though Clark figured it was doubtful Pete had hit any base at all yet.
“Red’s back!” He yelled. Clark stopped in shock. What? “What!” Clark shot to his feet. “He called you, you saw him?” He jumped off the porch and ran to Pete.
“No,” Pete was shaking his head. “ I heard my dad tell my mom that he was back.” Pete scowled. “Back for a week.”
Clark shook his head. “I don’t get it. He never wrote us, or called…he’s here now and he still doesn’t try to get in touch--" the boys looked at each other and both of them were angry, the initial excitement draining away in shared hurt.
Pete scuffed the gravel of the drive and turned to face away from Clark. “Yeah, well, screw him. So what he’s back, right? He didn’t care about us, why care about him?”
“Yeah, you’re right Pete” Clark hesitated, and then asked him, “You want to round up Whit, see if he wants to ride bikes?”
Pete looked at him suspiciously. “Where to?” He had that look on his face, the stubborn pugnacious look, the one Clark called the nostril, and Whitney just thought was plain funny.
“Just around…do you think Lana knows?”
Pete shrugged his shoulders, and leaned his elbows on his handlebars.
“Don’t know.” Lana had discovered in sixth grade that she was indeed a girl, and liked the things a girl liked and hanging out with the boys wasn’t as appealing as it had been, at least that particular group of guys. Lana had developed into one of the popular girls, though she never got the mean streak that some of the girls seemed to have. She still spoke to them in the halls, called on the phone sometimes and Pete was still hopelessly infatuated with her, and it hurt his heart anew each day, watching her with her new crowd.
“ Yeah, ok, let’s go get Whit.” Pete stopped and grinned at Clark, his mercurial mood changes in full swing. “I know a real good road to ride.”
A few hours later, the boy’s were straddling their bikes across the road from the castle driveway. They all adopted the same stance, elbows on handles bars and knees spread and locked. Whitney looked contemplative. Of the three he was the only one who didn’t get angry when no word ever came from Lex. He never expected any.
They lingered a while, discussing which TLC member was the hottest, and no one wanting to admit the reason they were idling there.
Finally, Whitney sighed and leaned back on his bike, “Come on. This is stupid. We either go up to the door, or go the fuck home.” He scuffed one sneaker against the ground and studied the others. He knew they were paralyzed with indecision. Ok, no problem. He’s taken worse hits than this. If he knocked on the door, and he wasn’t welcome, it’s not like the butler was going to beat him up, right? Whitney rose up, ready to push across the road, when the sound of crunching gravel drew their eyes to the drive opposite. A Mercedes was coming down the driveway, they came to the edge of the road, anticipation on Clark’s face ‘we might see Red,’, uncertainty on Pete’s and Whitney waited impassively.
The car rolled along side of them and went past, but not before they all got a good look at Lex in the back seat, wonder and joy plain on his face and then the car pulled away and increased speed as it went up the road. The boys sat stunned for a while.
Pete was the first to respond. “Did you see him? I don’t know about you guys, but I think he looked pretty damn glad to see us!”
Clark grinned and felt warm from head to toe. Red had looked surprised and pleased. He did want to see them, he thought. I could tell, that was Le—Red’s happy face all right. “ Yeah. Yeah, he did look glad, didn’t he?”
Whitney smirked and rode a bit ahead of them, called back to them, “Come on, if we hurry, we can get back in time to play some games at Pete’s house.”
“Hey! What makes you think my mom’s gonna let us hang out at the house?” he looked a little worried and put upon, as he pedaled hard to catch up with Whitney. Whitney laughed over his shoulder and yelled, “Come on Pete! We’ve got our secret weapon—Your mom thinks the sun rises and sets in Clark’s ass!”
“Shut up! That’s not true! And it’s nasty!”
“Clark, it’s so true! They sure don’t like me!”
“That’s because you’re such a jerk, Whit,” Pete yelled, “ And wait for us, you jerk!”
And away we go!
TBC, of cawse!
*smiles to self, strokes cat with the hand made of metal...not that the cat has a metal hand, that would be me,well, not really me, I'm just pretending...ah--never mind* I'll just be over here whistling the theme from Inspector Gadget.
Eight Grade 2000
June
Clark watched Pete ride his bike up the drive like he was being chased by a monster, or Fluffy, the neighbor’s evil bastard poodle.
“Clark!” he was yelling even before he disengaged from his bike. Clark watched Pete with some amusement; whatever it was that had him flustered had to be good, for sure. Maybe Pete’s quest to get to third base with a girl finally panned out, though Clark figured it was doubtful Pete had hit any base at all yet.
“Red’s back!” He yelled. Clark stopped in shock. What? “What!” Clark shot to his feet. “He called you, you saw him?” He jumped off the porch and ran to Pete.
“No,” Pete was shaking his head. “ I heard my dad tell my mom that he was back.” Pete scowled. “Back for a week.”
Clark shook his head. “I don’t get it. He never wrote us, or called…he’s here now and he still doesn’t try to get in touch--" the boys looked at each other and both of them were angry, the initial excitement draining away in shared hurt.
Pete scuffed the gravel of the drive and turned to face away from Clark. “Yeah, well, screw him. So what he’s back, right? He didn’t care about us, why care about him?”
“Yeah, you’re right Pete” Clark hesitated, and then asked him, “You want to round up Whit, see if he wants to ride bikes?”
Pete looked at him suspiciously. “Where to?” He had that look on his face, the stubborn pugnacious look, the one Clark called the nostril, and Whitney just thought was plain funny.
“Just around…do you think Lana knows?”
Pete shrugged his shoulders, and leaned his elbows on his handlebars.
“Don’t know.” Lana had discovered in sixth grade that she was indeed a girl, and liked the things a girl liked and hanging out with the boys wasn’t as appealing as it had been, at least that particular group of guys. Lana had developed into one of the popular girls, though she never got the mean streak that some of the girls seemed to have. She still spoke to them in the halls, called on the phone sometimes and Pete was still hopelessly infatuated with her, and it hurt his heart anew each day, watching her with her new crowd.
“ Yeah, ok, let’s go get Whit.” Pete stopped and grinned at Clark, his mercurial mood changes in full swing. “I know a real good road to ride.”
A few hours later, the boy’s were straddling their bikes across the road from the castle driveway. They all adopted the same stance, elbows on handles bars and knees spread and locked. Whitney looked contemplative. Of the three he was the only one who didn’t get angry when no word ever came from Lex. He never expected any.
They lingered a while, discussing which TLC member was the hottest, and no one wanting to admit the reason they were idling there.
Finally, Whitney sighed and leaned back on his bike, “Come on. This is stupid. We either go up to the door, or go the fuck home.” He scuffed one sneaker against the ground and studied the others. He knew they were paralyzed with indecision. Ok, no problem. He’s taken worse hits than this. If he knocked on the door, and he wasn’t welcome, it’s not like the butler was going to beat him up, right? Whitney rose up, ready to push across the road, when the sound of crunching gravel drew their eyes to the drive opposite. A Mercedes was coming down the driveway, they came to the edge of the road, anticipation on Clark’s face ‘we might see Red,’, uncertainty on Pete’s and Whitney waited impassively.
The car rolled along side of them and went past, but not before they all got a good look at Lex in the back seat, wonder and joy plain on his face and then the car pulled away and increased speed as it went up the road. The boys sat stunned for a while.
Pete was the first to respond. “Did you see him? I don’t know about you guys, but I think he looked pretty damn glad to see us!”
Clark grinned and felt warm from head to toe. Red had looked surprised and pleased. He did want to see them, he thought. I could tell, that was Le—Red’s happy face all right. “ Yeah. Yeah, he did look glad, didn’t he?”
Whitney smirked and rode a bit ahead of them, called back to them, “Come on, if we hurry, we can get back in time to play some games at Pete’s house.”
“Hey! What makes you think my mom’s gonna let us hang out at the house?” he looked a little worried and put upon, as he pedaled hard to catch up with Whitney. Whitney laughed over his shoulder and yelled, “Come on Pete! We’ve got our secret weapon—Your mom thinks the sun rises and sets in Clark’s ass!”
“Shut up! That’s not true! And it’s nasty!”
“Clark, it’s so true! They sure don’t like me!”
“That’s because you’re such a jerk, Whit,” Pete yelled, “ And wait for us, you jerk!”
And away we go!
TBC, of cawse!
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10/10/04 02:27 am (UTC)Whitney is gorgeous in this, too. And I love the fact that it's Pete who's pining over Lana. In SV, Chloe arrived in 8th grade didn't she? Is she going to make an appearance?
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