Summer Story Chapter 4
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roxyI'm going to post this in two parts because it's long and I'm going to be gone for the weekend and I don't know if I'll have time tomorrow.
so--here we go!
The previous parts are herein memories under Summer Story, if you missed anything.
MAY
“Well, next up, sophomore year. I hope to hell it’s going to be better than freshman year,” Pete groused as they walked along the road. Pete groaned inside and shifted the bag full of crap he’d emptied out of his locker higher on his shoulder. Clark looked down on him with a sympathetic expression.
“I don’t know Pete, I thought you did pretty good this year, what with being on the football team, and the million girlfriends and all.”
Pete looked up at his friend with an incredulous expression. “I wasn’t talking about me, Clark I was talking about Lex, and Whit and you know….”
Clark looked at his feet as he trudged along.
“I know—it was a rough year. Poor Lex. He had so much hard stuff to deal with. But he’ll come through,” Clark said his brow creased with worry. “I’m sure of it.”
Pete nodded and tried to look as confident. Lex may not have been exactly a popular kid, but he’d never been one of those whose lives were a daily hell until recently. Most of it he brought on himself. He was bitter, sarcastic and biting, even cruel sometimes, any sympathy he might have gained because of the fire was slowly turning into dislike of him.
Clark knew it was the scarecrow incident and it’s aftermath that put the nails in that coffin.
He hadn’t seen Lex since the night he ruined any chance he might have had to regain his friendship. He cursed himself every day for doing what he did to Lex. He was a bastard and he couldn’t even confess his crimes to anyone.
One thing he was pretty sure of. Sort of. He was gay. Yes. Maybe.
Was he gay? He looked at Pete and tried to imagine him naked, maybe in the shower, soaping up, big fluffy clouds of soap sliding down his body…Clark burst into giggles and Pete whipped his head up to look at him.
“What, what is it? He rubbed his nose quickly. “Is it a booger? Clark! Did you let me walk around all day with a booger hanging out my nose?” He scowled at Clark and swiped his nose again.
“No, no, you’re fine Pete.” He was not about to tell Pete he was trying to imagine him naked in the shower, but what really made him laugh was remembering taking a bath with Pete when they were toddlers and making shampoo hats on their heads. Pete had screamed like a banshee when shampoo got in his eyes, and his mom came running in the bathroom and boy, his mom pissed off was scary…So.
Ok. Not gay about Pete. Pete was not his type. God.
He had a type?
Oh yeah. He had a type all right….
Pete stopped and gave Clark a measured look.
“Ok, Kent. Spill. Something’s on your excuse for a mind. You’ve been weird since we left school. You hardly speak all the way home and, and then you start laughing out of no-where… Geez. We really need to get you hooked up with Whit and Lex again.”
He shook his head, and the warmth that had bloomed in Clark’s chest at remembering good times wilted at the thought of Whit and Lex. Lex was never going to speak to him again.
Damn.
And it was hard having to avoid Pete’s house now that Whit was living there. Great. He was like a man with no country.
TBC...in fact in mere minutes!
so--here we go!
The previous parts are herein memories under Summer Story, if you missed anything.
MAY
“Well, next up, sophomore year. I hope to hell it’s going to be better than freshman year,” Pete groused as they walked along the road. Pete groaned inside and shifted the bag full of crap he’d emptied out of his locker higher on his shoulder. Clark looked down on him with a sympathetic expression.
“I don’t know Pete, I thought you did pretty good this year, what with being on the football team, and the million girlfriends and all.”
Pete looked up at his friend with an incredulous expression. “I wasn’t talking about me, Clark I was talking about Lex, and Whit and you know….”
Clark looked at his feet as he trudged along.
“I know—it was a rough year. Poor Lex. He had so much hard stuff to deal with. But he’ll come through,” Clark said his brow creased with worry. “I’m sure of it.”
Pete nodded and tried to look as confident. Lex may not have been exactly a popular kid, but he’d never been one of those whose lives were a daily hell until recently. Most of it he brought on himself. He was bitter, sarcastic and biting, even cruel sometimes, any sympathy he might have gained because of the fire was slowly turning into dislike of him.
Clark knew it was the scarecrow incident and it’s aftermath that put the nails in that coffin.
He hadn’t seen Lex since the night he ruined any chance he might have had to regain his friendship. He cursed himself every day for doing what he did to Lex. He was a bastard and he couldn’t even confess his crimes to anyone.
One thing he was pretty sure of. Sort of. He was gay. Yes. Maybe.
Was he gay? He looked at Pete and tried to imagine him naked, maybe in the shower, soaping up, big fluffy clouds of soap sliding down his body…Clark burst into giggles and Pete whipped his head up to look at him.
“What, what is it? He rubbed his nose quickly. “Is it a booger? Clark! Did you let me walk around all day with a booger hanging out my nose?” He scowled at Clark and swiped his nose again.
“No, no, you’re fine Pete.” He was not about to tell Pete he was trying to imagine him naked in the shower, but what really made him laugh was remembering taking a bath with Pete when they were toddlers and making shampoo hats on their heads. Pete had screamed like a banshee when shampoo got in his eyes, and his mom came running in the bathroom and boy, his mom pissed off was scary…So.
Ok. Not gay about Pete. Pete was not his type. God.
He had a type?
Oh yeah. He had a type all right….
Pete stopped and gave Clark a measured look.
“Ok, Kent. Spill. Something’s on your excuse for a mind. You’ve been weird since we left school. You hardly speak all the way home and, and then you start laughing out of no-where… Geez. We really need to get you hooked up with Whit and Lex again.”
He shook his head, and the warmth that had bloomed in Clark’s chest at remembering good times wilted at the thought of Whit and Lex. Lex was never going to speak to him again.
Damn.
And it was hard having to avoid Pete’s house now that Whit was living there. Great. He was like a man with no country.
TBC...in fact in mere minutes!
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10/29/04 01:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
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10/29/04 01:41 am (UTC)Poor Clark, if only he wasn't so dumb.
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10/29/04 02:09 am (UTC):head-butts Roxy for not giving the boys a break:
:hugs Roxy to apologize for the head-butt:
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10/29/04 04:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/29/04 03:17 am (UTC)*sobs*
The hurt!!!
*scampers to next part*
The fluffy clouds of soap? HA!
*bounce*
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10/29/04 04:19 am (UTC)