SummerStory:A Summer Rain 2/7
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roxyI'm all bored and stuff. So, I'm just going to...post more fic! Stories for everyone! Yee-haw!
A Summer Rain
Late that evening, Whitney pedaled back to the castle. His shoulders hurt, and his side, from his dad pushing him into the kitchen table. He pedaled furiously; he was angry, angry enough to almost mask the pain. By the time he made his way up the drive and around to the back of the house, he was panting for breath, but felt a little calmer. He picked up a handful of gravel from the decorative planters that lined side of the back patio, stepped back and began tossing stones at the window he sincerely hoped was still Lex’s. The stones tapped against the window and in the dark silence seemed too loud to Whitney. The dark surrounded the little square of light cast from the window, and it pressed on him, trying to cover him in it’s black folds, and Whitney was startled to feel—afraid of it—the dark was usually his friend, his protector.
Suddenly the window went up and something fluttered to the ground next to him, when he looked up again, the window was shut. He bent and picked up the thing, which turned out to be paper tied to an old Mutant Ninja Turtle figurine. Whitney relaxed, calmed by the sight of that turtle. Held it up to his eyes and snorted. Even now he could remember the horrible afternoon not long after Lex had left, the afternoon that Pete had a meltdown when he discovered Raphael was missing. And here the little bastard was he thought and Lex had him all along. He laughed to himself as he opened up the note.
Go to the kitchen door. Whitney shrugged and went past the patio quickly, down the short series of steps that curved around to the small patio off the kitchen doors. He saw that the door was slightly open, so he leaned his head in. There was a dim light on over the huge stove, just enough to make out obstacles in the kitchen. Lex was sitting at a butcher-block topped island, swinging his feet and rubbing his hand over the top of the counter. He hadn't noticed yet that Whitney was standing in the doorway, so Whit just stood quietly and took him in. Lex was taller now, and filled out a bit, not so scrawny, though he was still as pale as always, unless that was just the light--Lex looked up and his eyes got wide when he saw Whitney, “Whit, damn--Whit, you scared me!" He jumped off the stool and ran at Whitney, threw his arms around him and squeezed, lifted him off the floor an inch or two.
“Woof! Jeez, Red, you really put on some muscle, hunh,” he pounded Lex’s back and they parted and grinned at each other, sizing each other up, cataloging changes and just enjoying being in the same place once again.
“So, you fucking asshole, no phones in England?” Whitney wandered over to the counter near the stove, picked through a bowl of fruit there and selected an apple. He turned back to Lex, and grinned at him before sinking his teeth into it with a crunch, and watched Lex watch him chew---Lex grinned back.
“Whit, you never change, no manners, no couth—perfect,” he laughed softly. He leaned back on the opposite counter. “You knew I wasn’t going to keep in touch, I never thought my dad was going to bring me back here. But—he’s buying that plant outside of town…”
“Jeez, the shit factory? Yeah, that kind of suits him. So, he’s moving here again to take care of it?” Whit gnawed on the apple, he’d worked it down to the core, and was looking at the rest of the fruit. Lex caught his hungry look and went to the massive fridge and poked around inside. He looked over his shoulder at Whit. “You want…roast beef? That’s what we had tonight, you could have a sandwich—“
“What if your dad or the Cook comes in here, won’t you get in trouble?”
Whitney was so hungry, it’d been too late to bother the Kent’s and no way could he go to Pete’s house and ask for food—his mom would go ballistic, and it would just be a whole ball of crap he didn’t want to deal with.
“Shit, Cook could sleep through a tornado, and Dad’s not here…got a date, I guess.” Lex shrugged and gave all his attention to making a sandwich for Whitney, carefully sawing at the roast, taking time to stack the slices evenly on fresh bread, and Whit hopped up on the stool at the kitchen island, watched him, Red was feeding him, he didn’t even really ask, he just took it upon himself to feed him. Whit felt—great. Happy. For a moment he was completely happy.
Lex set the plate down in front of Whitney and sat across the kitchen island from him, watched him eat. He grimaced suddenly and Whit glanced down to where Lex was looking, at his arm, the bruises just visible under the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. He knew Lex was looking at the clear imprint of a hand there.
“So, I see your dad is still a jerk.”
Whit didn’t even hesitate, kept on eating. “Um, -hum,” he said when he’d swallowed the bit he was chewing. “No dinner tonight, the dick wouldn’t let me eat.”
Lex leaned his elbows on the counter and cradled his chin in his hands. “So, ever tell the guys about it?” at Whitney’s negative headshake, Lex went on. “How is everyone? Are they ok?”
Whit worked away on his sandwich and grinned at Lex with teeth full of mashed sandwich. Lex stuck his tongue at him, and Whit swallowed and laughed. “First of all, Clark’s fine and so freakin’ stoked you’re back, I thought he was gonna explode, he almost did when his dad wouldn’t let him come back up here today. Here, before I forget,” Whit shoved a hand into his jean pocket sand pulled out a piece of paper “This is his number, call him. He’s been waiting three years.” He snorted at the look on Lex’s face.
Lex stared at the paper and felt his eyes burn for a moment, than shoved it into the pocket of his sweatpants and continued, “How’s Pete? Lana?”
Whitney shrugged and laughed, “Well, when you meet up with Pete again, don’t mention you stole his turtle. It’s been three years but I bet he’d still freak on you! Lana’s fine, she’s got her own thing now. Popular girl now, y’know.”
Lex’s eyebrows rose, he never thought of Lana as being interested in that kind of stuff. Whitney reached across the counter and traced the line of Lex’s hand.
“It’s good you’re back, Red, everyone missed you. We’re real glad you’re home again.”
Lex moved his hand and smiled at Whitney. Whitney acted like he didn’t notice Lex’s move, it was cool. He perched on the edge of the stool kicking his feet back and forth and trying to figure out whether he should go and sleep in the Kent’s barn—
“Whitney. You can’t go home tonight, can you?”
Fuck. Red was always too quick for him. All he could do was grin at him and nod.
Lex looked annoyed. He knew it was something Whitney had done purposely—some strange act of defiance against his dad, acts that usually backfired.
“You never change, do you, you idiot. What the hell did you do now?” Lex leaned forward a bit, eyes locked on Whit’s, ready to laugh or curse.
Whitney smirked, “ I got caught at the Wal-Mart in a fitting room booth with my hands down Beth Johnson’s pants—nah-- you don’t know her, she came after you left. She lets guys do pretty much anything.” He laughed at Lex’s appalled look. “Come on Red! If someone’s gonna throw it at you, you’re gonna take it, right?” he cocked his head and studied Lex. “Are you a virgin, Red?”
“Not all of us feel like sharing every damn bit of our lives, Whit,” he snapped, and Whitney grinned, held up his hands and nodded to Lex. Fine. Virgin it was.
They went upstairs to Lex’s room. Lex told him he could sneak an army in and his dad probably wouldn’t notice, or care—something Whitney doubted, but he really didn’t want to sleep in Clark’s barn so he just followed Lex up the stairs.
There's More To Come...
A Summer Rain
Late that evening, Whitney pedaled back to the castle. His shoulders hurt, and his side, from his dad pushing him into the kitchen table. He pedaled furiously; he was angry, angry enough to almost mask the pain. By the time he made his way up the drive and around to the back of the house, he was panting for breath, but felt a little calmer. He picked up a handful of gravel from the decorative planters that lined side of the back patio, stepped back and began tossing stones at the window he sincerely hoped was still Lex’s. The stones tapped against the window and in the dark silence seemed too loud to Whitney. The dark surrounded the little square of light cast from the window, and it pressed on him, trying to cover him in it’s black folds, and Whitney was startled to feel—afraid of it—the dark was usually his friend, his protector.
Suddenly the window went up and something fluttered to the ground next to him, when he looked up again, the window was shut. He bent and picked up the thing, which turned out to be paper tied to an old Mutant Ninja Turtle figurine. Whitney relaxed, calmed by the sight of that turtle. Held it up to his eyes and snorted. Even now he could remember the horrible afternoon not long after Lex had left, the afternoon that Pete had a meltdown when he discovered Raphael was missing. And here the little bastard was he thought and Lex had him all along. He laughed to himself as he opened up the note.
Go to the kitchen door. Whitney shrugged and went past the patio quickly, down the short series of steps that curved around to the small patio off the kitchen doors. He saw that the door was slightly open, so he leaned his head in. There was a dim light on over the huge stove, just enough to make out obstacles in the kitchen. Lex was sitting at a butcher-block topped island, swinging his feet and rubbing his hand over the top of the counter. He hadn't noticed yet that Whitney was standing in the doorway, so Whit just stood quietly and took him in. Lex was taller now, and filled out a bit, not so scrawny, though he was still as pale as always, unless that was just the light--Lex looked up and his eyes got wide when he saw Whitney, “Whit, damn--Whit, you scared me!" He jumped off the stool and ran at Whitney, threw his arms around him and squeezed, lifted him off the floor an inch or two.
“Woof! Jeez, Red, you really put on some muscle, hunh,” he pounded Lex’s back and they parted and grinned at each other, sizing each other up, cataloging changes and just enjoying being in the same place once again.
“So, you fucking asshole, no phones in England?” Whitney wandered over to the counter near the stove, picked through a bowl of fruit there and selected an apple. He turned back to Lex, and grinned at him before sinking his teeth into it with a crunch, and watched Lex watch him chew---Lex grinned back.
“Whit, you never change, no manners, no couth—perfect,” he laughed softly. He leaned back on the opposite counter. “You knew I wasn’t going to keep in touch, I never thought my dad was going to bring me back here. But—he’s buying that plant outside of town…”
“Jeez, the shit factory? Yeah, that kind of suits him. So, he’s moving here again to take care of it?” Whit gnawed on the apple, he’d worked it down to the core, and was looking at the rest of the fruit. Lex caught his hungry look and went to the massive fridge and poked around inside. He looked over his shoulder at Whit. “You want…roast beef? That’s what we had tonight, you could have a sandwich—“
“What if your dad or the Cook comes in here, won’t you get in trouble?”
Whitney was so hungry, it’d been too late to bother the Kent’s and no way could he go to Pete’s house and ask for food—his mom would go ballistic, and it would just be a whole ball of crap he didn’t want to deal with.
“Shit, Cook could sleep through a tornado, and Dad’s not here…got a date, I guess.” Lex shrugged and gave all his attention to making a sandwich for Whitney, carefully sawing at the roast, taking time to stack the slices evenly on fresh bread, and Whit hopped up on the stool at the kitchen island, watched him, Red was feeding him, he didn’t even really ask, he just took it upon himself to feed him. Whit felt—great. Happy. For a moment he was completely happy.
Lex set the plate down in front of Whitney and sat across the kitchen island from him, watched him eat. He grimaced suddenly and Whit glanced down to where Lex was looking, at his arm, the bruises just visible under the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. He knew Lex was looking at the clear imprint of a hand there.
“So, I see your dad is still a jerk.”
Whit didn’t even hesitate, kept on eating. “Um, -hum,” he said when he’d swallowed the bit he was chewing. “No dinner tonight, the dick wouldn’t let me eat.”
Lex leaned his elbows on the counter and cradled his chin in his hands. “So, ever tell the guys about it?” at Whitney’s negative headshake, Lex went on. “How is everyone? Are they ok?”
Whit worked away on his sandwich and grinned at Lex with teeth full of mashed sandwich. Lex stuck his tongue at him, and Whit swallowed and laughed. “First of all, Clark’s fine and so freakin’ stoked you’re back, I thought he was gonna explode, he almost did when his dad wouldn’t let him come back up here today. Here, before I forget,” Whit shoved a hand into his jean pocket sand pulled out a piece of paper “This is his number, call him. He’s been waiting three years.” He snorted at the look on Lex’s face.
Lex stared at the paper and felt his eyes burn for a moment, than shoved it into the pocket of his sweatpants and continued, “How’s Pete? Lana?”
Whitney shrugged and laughed, “Well, when you meet up with Pete again, don’t mention you stole his turtle. It’s been three years but I bet he’d still freak on you! Lana’s fine, she’s got her own thing now. Popular girl now, y’know.”
Lex’s eyebrows rose, he never thought of Lana as being interested in that kind of stuff. Whitney reached across the counter and traced the line of Lex’s hand.
“It’s good you’re back, Red, everyone missed you. We’re real glad you’re home again.”
Lex moved his hand and smiled at Whitney. Whitney acted like he didn’t notice Lex’s move, it was cool. He perched on the edge of the stool kicking his feet back and forth and trying to figure out whether he should go and sleep in the Kent’s barn—
“Whitney. You can’t go home tonight, can you?”
Fuck. Red was always too quick for him. All he could do was grin at him and nod.
Lex looked annoyed. He knew it was something Whitney had done purposely—some strange act of defiance against his dad, acts that usually backfired.
“You never change, do you, you idiot. What the hell did you do now?” Lex leaned forward a bit, eyes locked on Whit’s, ready to laugh or curse.
Whitney smirked, “ I got caught at the Wal-Mart in a fitting room booth with my hands down Beth Johnson’s pants—nah-- you don’t know her, she came after you left. She lets guys do pretty much anything.” He laughed at Lex’s appalled look. “Come on Red! If someone’s gonna throw it at you, you’re gonna take it, right?” he cocked his head and studied Lex. “Are you a virgin, Red?”
“Not all of us feel like sharing every damn bit of our lives, Whit,” he snapped, and Whitney grinned, held up his hands and nodded to Lex. Fine. Virgin it was.
They went upstairs to Lex’s room. Lex told him he could sneak an army in and his dad probably wouldn’t notice, or care—something Whitney doubted, but he really didn’t want to sleep in Clark’s barn so he just followed Lex up the stairs.
There's More To Come...
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10/11/04 03:38 am (UTC)Augh! My eyes! Don't say things like that! You'll make me want to manip them . . . .
Great chapter as always. Though I've gotta go digging for part 1, once I catch up on earlier today's stuff.
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10/11/04 03:59 am (UTC)Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it!
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10/10/04 08:02 am (UTC)Hmm.
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