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roxya small part between sections. I'm at a loss here, nothing to do really, missing Baby Girl so much...The Niece has abandoned me...*Sob* so I thought I'd play with this today, and post stuff all willy- nilly like.(Cedric, I miss you too!)
So, this next bit leads us on to the bit after that, and wow! This chapter is almost over and I've got 35000 thousand words on the entire brick so far!My brick is rapidly becoming a cinder block! I'm like the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tabaqui of AU Smallville fanfiction written about the characters as children in which Whitney is a sympathetic central figure...and you know how many dozens of fic like that are being written! (shutup!)
Can you believe it!??!!! What a yakky little writer I am! I goggle at myself.When did all this happen?
Join me in the dance of WTF!
On to the main event...
Lex sat in the Beanery and sipped at some coffee concoction that Pete swore was delicious and Lana claimed was the best thing ever and he had to say, no.
They were both wrong. It was god awful sugary and frothy and he didn’t like the way the froth ended up on his nose. He didn’t like the way Lana grinned at him and crinkled her own nose when it happened. He was not cute. He was not adorable. He looked up at the sound of the door opening and watched Clark and Whit come in. And that was proof positive he wasn’t lovable.
He braced himself for the next moment of joy. Clark was going to sit at their table. Nice.
Of course.
Because Clark and he had reached an understanding. They’d talked about everything— everything that Clark was willing to tell anyway. And Clark sobbed on his shoulder and swore they’d be friends forever. As far as Clark Jerome Kent was concerned, it was that simple. Everything was fine now. Totally fine. If they were any finer, he’d have to pray for death.
“Lex!” Clark called out, and holding his drink over his head, worked his way through the crowd to the table, Whit following at his back like his personal bodyguard.
“Wow, it’s so crowded tonight isn’t it?” he beamed at everyone and Lana smiled back. “So,Clark what brings on this very obvious display of good moodiness?”
“I got paid today! I have money, I’m rich!” He waved a few bills at the friends.” I’m working at Johnson’s Market for the summer. My folks finally gave in.”
Pete and Lana grinned at each other. Lana leaned in and whispered to Pete, “The poor Kent’s. I feel so sorry for them.” Pete snickered and Clark mock frowned. “Hey, I heard that! I’m sitting right here, you know.”
Pete leaned back. “Well Clark, we know how you can be sometimes. Not that we don’t love you, man.” He looked right at Lex when he said that and smiled warmly. Lex smiled back, almost feeling it. It was nice to see Pete relaxed around them again.
The poor guy had spent so much time dodging about in no-mans land, ferrying messages back and forth between the warring camps. He must be so damn relieved, Lex thought. He smiled at Pete, a more genuine smile this time. Pete was really a hell of a good person, the kind of guy who said he had your back and meant it.
Clark snorted and pointedly turned his head from Pete and ended up staring Lex in the eyes. He looked at him wistfully, and Lex looked down at the table, and tried to drink his mutant coffee. Leave me alone Clark damn it.
Whit poked him with a finger. “Hey Red, we’re going to the movies later, want to come?”
He looked at Clark and then at Whit. “You know—not really. I think I’m going to just hang at home tonight, read or something. But thanks anyway.”
Clark looked disappointed, but Lex didn’t feel up to trying to decipher the true meaning of that look.
“I’m going to catch up with you tomorrow, he said and left the table. He heard a chair scrape across the floor, and felt someone behind him. Great. Clark never could take a hint. He really didn’t want to talk to him right now. He hoped he wouldn’t bring up that incident in his room. They’d done fine avoiding it so far…
“Red. You ok?” A hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed and Lex thought it was entirely possible to die of disappointment.
“I’m good Whit. I promise. I am.”
Whit squeezed his shoulder again and quietly said. “You’re doing great. You’re really making Clark happy. He missed you so much. Can I come over later, you know, just to talk? I miss you.”
Miss me, Whit? How can you when you’re with our best friend Clark Kent? Your shadow, your grinning from ear to ear every time he sees you friend? Your touch and lingering look and laughing at jokes no one else hears friend? Our best friend I hope you’re having fun FUCKING HIM-- “Sure, Whit, that’d be fine.” God, yes. Just terrific. Let’s spend an evening together and try not to think about you sucking off Clark like you did me.
TBC, maybe later if this insane bunny will let go of my ankle...
So, this next bit leads us on to the bit after that, and wow! This chapter is almost over and I've got 35000 thousand words on the entire brick so far!My brick is rapidly becoming a cinder block! I'm like the
tabaqui of AU Smallville fanfiction written about the characters as children in which Whitney is a sympathetic central figure...and you know how many dozens of fic like that are being written! (shutup!) Can you believe it!??!!! What a yakky little writer I am! I goggle at myself.When did all this happen?
Join me in the dance of WTF!
On to the main event...
Lex sat in the Beanery and sipped at some coffee concoction that Pete swore was delicious and Lana claimed was the best thing ever and he had to say, no.
They were both wrong. It was god awful sugary and frothy and he didn’t like the way the froth ended up on his nose. He didn’t like the way Lana grinned at him and crinkled her own nose when it happened. He was not cute. He was not adorable. He looked up at the sound of the door opening and watched Clark and Whit come in. And that was proof positive he wasn’t lovable.
He braced himself for the next moment of joy. Clark was going to sit at their table. Nice.
Of course.
Because Clark and he had reached an understanding. They’d talked about everything— everything that Clark was willing to tell anyway. And Clark sobbed on his shoulder and swore they’d be friends forever. As far as Clark Jerome Kent was concerned, it was that simple. Everything was fine now. Totally fine. If they were any finer, he’d have to pray for death.
“Lex!” Clark called out, and holding his drink over his head, worked his way through the crowd to the table, Whit following at his back like his personal bodyguard.
“Wow, it’s so crowded tonight isn’t it?” he beamed at everyone and Lana smiled back. “So,Clark what brings on this very obvious display of good moodiness?”
“I got paid today! I have money, I’m rich!” He waved a few bills at the friends.” I’m working at Johnson’s Market for the summer. My folks finally gave in.”
Pete and Lana grinned at each other. Lana leaned in and whispered to Pete, “The poor Kent’s. I feel so sorry for them.” Pete snickered and Clark mock frowned. “Hey, I heard that! I’m sitting right here, you know.”
Pete leaned back. “Well Clark, we know how you can be sometimes. Not that we don’t love you, man.” He looked right at Lex when he said that and smiled warmly. Lex smiled back, almost feeling it. It was nice to see Pete relaxed around them again.
The poor guy had spent so much time dodging about in no-mans land, ferrying messages back and forth between the warring camps. He must be so damn relieved, Lex thought. He smiled at Pete, a more genuine smile this time. Pete was really a hell of a good person, the kind of guy who said he had your back and meant it.
Clark snorted and pointedly turned his head from Pete and ended up staring Lex in the eyes. He looked at him wistfully, and Lex looked down at the table, and tried to drink his mutant coffee. Leave me alone Clark damn it.
Whit poked him with a finger. “Hey Red, we’re going to the movies later, want to come?”
He looked at Clark and then at Whit. “You know—not really. I think I’m going to just hang at home tonight, read or something. But thanks anyway.”
Clark looked disappointed, but Lex didn’t feel up to trying to decipher the true meaning of that look.
“I’m going to catch up with you tomorrow, he said and left the table. He heard a chair scrape across the floor, and felt someone behind him. Great. Clark never could take a hint. He really didn’t want to talk to him right now. He hoped he wouldn’t bring up that incident in his room. They’d done fine avoiding it so far…
“Red. You ok?” A hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed and Lex thought it was entirely possible to die of disappointment.
“I’m good Whit. I promise. I am.”
Whit squeezed his shoulder again and quietly said. “You’re doing great. You’re really making Clark happy. He missed you so much. Can I come over later, you know, just to talk? I miss you.”
Miss me, Whit? How can you when you’re with our best friend Clark Kent? Your shadow, your grinning from ear to ear every time he sees you friend? Your touch and lingering look and laughing at jokes no one else hears friend? Our best friend I hope you’re having fun FUCKING HIM-- “Sure, Whit, that’d be fine.” God, yes. Just terrific. Let’s spend an evening together and try not to think about you sucking off Clark like you did me.
TBC, maybe later if this insane bunny will let go of my ankle...
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