Summer Story part 13
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roxyBloody Hell! This chapter is taking over my life. Thanks so much TQ, for telling me I'm not insane! I love you!
The Previous Parts are here,licking peanut butter off each other.mmmm. Peanut butter.
Summer Story
The school year started without a bang. There was something about junior year that seemed so- transitional? Clark thought it was just a big placeholder between years—you weren’t a freshman, which meant you weren’t a target for abuse—you weren’t a senior, you weren’t really anything. Clark nodded to himself. Yep. Just a big old cipher.
Pete slamming his books down on the table snapped him back to awareness.
“Clark, god damn it! I’m going to go off up in here!” Pete scowled so hard Clark feared for his face. He looked around the library and hoped the librarian hadn’t heard Pete. She was –kind of scary.
“What’s wrong Pete…and what did we say about channeling the rap videos?”
Pete dropped down in the chair opposite Clark. “Yeah, fuck you Clark. Lana is trying to drive me insane! Whit is driving me insane! “ He sighed dramatically and waited.
Clark obliged him. “What do you mean? I can see Whit driving you nuts—it’s Whit. But Lana?”
“She’s panicking! She insists there’s no way we can keep a relationship going *and* go to college and what the hell! We’ve got a whole fucking year! Why is she stressing now?”
He practically howled the last word and Clark’s eyebrows rose. Damn. Pete was losing it. Poor guy.
“Pete, don’t curse, and I guess you’re just going to have to work really hard at making her feel secure.” Clark sighed. He knew what Pete was feeling, how helpless and frustrated he must feel.
Lex was becoming less and less secure himself. It seemed the more he tried to appease his dad, the worse his dad got. Lex was nearly tearing himself to bits--hiding everything about himself from his dad. If Lex didn’t have his house to come to—Clark didn’t want to think about it. He shuddered. What if he decided he had to *be* like his dad in order to win some kind of positive acknowledgment from his dad? Clark reminded himself to talk to Dad when he got home. He was grateful he had his family to help him look out after Lex because it was nearly a full time job.
Pete growled and dropped his head into his hands. “Clark, what do I do? How do I shove some sense into that woman's head, how do I get her to believe it’s just her, always been.” He looked seriously,a little sadly at Clark. “How can I make her see it’s forever?”
Clark looked at Pete and shook his head. “Pete, if you find a way, please let me know.”
Pete nodded and sighed and shoved his books around into a neater pile. “Fuck.”
Clark and the librarian both looked at him with lips pursed in a disapproving frown.
“Spare me Clark—I’m seventeen, you need to stop playing you’re my dad, okay? I cuss, I drink, and I’m not a virgin any--"
“Jesus! TMI, Pete! I don’t want to know!” Clark turned bright red. The idea that Pete and Lana…wait.
“You...Lana? Are you telling me that you guys….”
Pete looked down at the table and tried not to grin. “Man, Clark, don’t say a word—she’d kill me.” Pete grinned at Clark, his eyes wide with wonder. “It was the most amazing experience of my life. She’s, she’s …I really love her, y’know?”
He smiled, in the grip of a memory that Clark sincerely hoped he wasn’t going to share, and a thought popped into his mind. Oh my god—what if they just kind of …could he ask Pete if they used protection or was that kind of icky?
Pete was still focused on the distance, smiling dreamily when he said, “Clark, I can feel you thinking and yes, we were smart.” He refocused on Clark. “Are you as boy-scouty with Lex as you are with me? ‘Cause I’m feeling a little sorry for the poor guy. He must have to really work to get some. And right now, I’m so sorry I said *that*.”
Clark frowned at Pete and said,"First of all, we haven’t done anything and second save your sympathy for someone who didn’t steal Raphael."
”WHAT!” Pete shot to his feet. “It was him! Lex stole my turtle!”
Every single pair of eyes in the library turned their way, and up the aisle, like a tugboat pulling into a harbor in hell, came the librarian.
“Shit,” Pete muttered. “Now we’re in trouble, here comes Conan the Librarian”
Clark grabbed his books and grinned sheepishly at the librarian as he squeezed past her and headed for the doors, he could feel her eyes boring into the back of his head as he and Pete escaped.
“Asshole,” Clark muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
“Jerk.”
“Big baby, worrying about some ninja turtle--move on, for god’s sake.”
“So—you and Lex, not doing-- ow! You probably don’t know this but your giant hand hurts when it makes contact with my head.”
“If you think my giant hand hurts wait until my foot makes contact with your butt.”
Pete stopped at his locker and looked at Clark.
“You know, Clark. You’re what? Six foot, a little more? And big. You’re a very big guy. No way do you look sixteen, you look so much older. And saying this I have to point out to you--butt? Can’t you say ass like everyone else and be a little less girly? It’s an embarrassment hanging out with you.”
He slammed his locker shut and grinned at Clark. He pointed up the hallway and followed behind Clark as he parted the crowd for them. A big friend was good to have, he grinned to himself. He mulled their conversation over in his head. So. Clark and Lex, not doing...whatever. His brain did a mental skip around the mechanics. He loved his friends but ew—not wanting to know. Anyway, it had to be Clark’s idea. He really couldn’t see Lex wanting to wait, He snorted. And that’s all he wanted to think about that. He glanced up when he heard Clark yell a greeting.
Ah. Whit. Shit. And there was another bump on his road to happiness. Stubborn motherfucker. Stubborn and stupid, and, and….
“Whit, What’s up?” Pete forced a smile.
Whit rolled his eyes. “Pete, come on, give it a rest!"
Clark snorted and went into the gym.
“Whit—you’ve got to talk to Abbie and Bill. You should go to college, and they’ll support you, I’m telling you! Talk to them—hell they’re going to talk to you anyway.”
“Pete, I told you, I don’t want to go- that’s the only reason. Okay? Now shut up and go to class. I’ll be in in a minute, okay?”
Pete gave him a skeptical look and went in, looking behind his shoulder the whole time.
Whit sighed and went back to his locker, tossed in his books, slammed the door closed and leaned his head against the cool metal He closed his eyes and wished life was as simple as Pete seemed to think it was, He didn’t have a care in the world. Pete had everything.
Whit turned and walked down the hall. Okay, he had a better life than he ever dreamed he could have, but pieces of his old life—he walked out the school and down to the drive.
Yeah. Pieces of his old life kept hooking its claws into him, kept pulling him back.
Wade leaned on the hood of his car and smiled at him and Whit smiled back. He got in the car without looking at Whit and Whit walked a little faster. This was the life that wanted him. The life he was born to have.
tbc and c and c and c...I'm lovin' it! How about you?
The Previous Parts are here,licking peanut butter off each other.mmmm. Peanut butter.
Summer Story
The school year started without a bang. There was something about junior year that seemed so- transitional? Clark thought it was just a big placeholder between years—you weren’t a freshman, which meant you weren’t a target for abuse—you weren’t a senior, you weren’t really anything. Clark nodded to himself. Yep. Just a big old cipher.
Pete slamming his books down on the table snapped him back to awareness.
“Clark, god damn it! I’m going to go off up in here!” Pete scowled so hard Clark feared for his face. He looked around the library and hoped the librarian hadn’t heard Pete. She was –kind of scary.
“What’s wrong Pete…and what did we say about channeling the rap videos?”
Pete dropped down in the chair opposite Clark. “Yeah, fuck you Clark. Lana is trying to drive me insane! Whit is driving me insane! “ He sighed dramatically and waited.
Clark obliged him. “What do you mean? I can see Whit driving you nuts—it’s Whit. But Lana?”
“She’s panicking! She insists there’s no way we can keep a relationship going *and* go to college and what the hell! We’ve got a whole fucking year! Why is she stressing now?”
He practically howled the last word and Clark’s eyebrows rose. Damn. Pete was losing it. Poor guy.
“Pete, don’t curse, and I guess you’re just going to have to work really hard at making her feel secure.” Clark sighed. He knew what Pete was feeling, how helpless and frustrated he must feel.
Lex was becoming less and less secure himself. It seemed the more he tried to appease his dad, the worse his dad got. Lex was nearly tearing himself to bits--hiding everything about himself from his dad. If Lex didn’t have his house to come to—Clark didn’t want to think about it. He shuddered. What if he decided he had to *be* like his dad in order to win some kind of positive acknowledgment from his dad? Clark reminded himself to talk to Dad when he got home. He was grateful he had his family to help him look out after Lex because it was nearly a full time job.
Pete growled and dropped his head into his hands. “Clark, what do I do? How do I shove some sense into that woman's head, how do I get her to believe it’s just her, always been.” He looked seriously,a little sadly at Clark. “How can I make her see it’s forever?”
Clark looked at Pete and shook his head. “Pete, if you find a way, please let me know.”
Pete nodded and sighed and shoved his books around into a neater pile. “Fuck.”
Clark and the librarian both looked at him with lips pursed in a disapproving frown.
“Spare me Clark—I’m seventeen, you need to stop playing you’re my dad, okay? I cuss, I drink, and I’m not a virgin any--"
“Jesus! TMI, Pete! I don’t want to know!” Clark turned bright red. The idea that Pete and Lana…wait.
“You...Lana? Are you telling me that you guys….”
Pete looked down at the table and tried not to grin. “Man, Clark, don’t say a word—she’d kill me.” Pete grinned at Clark, his eyes wide with wonder. “It was the most amazing experience of my life. She’s, she’s …I really love her, y’know?”
He smiled, in the grip of a memory that Clark sincerely hoped he wasn’t going to share, and a thought popped into his mind. Oh my god—what if they just kind of …could he ask Pete if they used protection or was that kind of icky?
Pete was still focused on the distance, smiling dreamily when he said, “Clark, I can feel you thinking and yes, we were smart.” He refocused on Clark. “Are you as boy-scouty with Lex as you are with me? ‘Cause I’m feeling a little sorry for the poor guy. He must have to really work to get some. And right now, I’m so sorry I said *that*.”
Clark frowned at Pete and said,"First of all, we haven’t done anything and second save your sympathy for someone who didn’t steal Raphael."
”WHAT!” Pete shot to his feet. “It was him! Lex stole my turtle!”
Every single pair of eyes in the library turned their way, and up the aisle, like a tugboat pulling into a harbor in hell, came the librarian.
“Shit,” Pete muttered. “Now we’re in trouble, here comes Conan the Librarian”
Clark grabbed his books and grinned sheepishly at the librarian as he squeezed past her and headed for the doors, he could feel her eyes boring into the back of his head as he and Pete escaped.
“Asshole,” Clark muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
“Jerk.”
“Big baby, worrying about some ninja turtle--move on, for god’s sake.”
“So—you and Lex, not doing-- ow! You probably don’t know this but your giant hand hurts when it makes contact with my head.”
“If you think my giant hand hurts wait until my foot makes contact with your butt.”
Pete stopped at his locker and looked at Clark.
“You know, Clark. You’re what? Six foot, a little more? And big. You’re a very big guy. No way do you look sixteen, you look so much older. And saying this I have to point out to you--butt? Can’t you say ass like everyone else and be a little less girly? It’s an embarrassment hanging out with you.”
He slammed his locker shut and grinned at Clark. He pointed up the hallway and followed behind Clark as he parted the crowd for them. A big friend was good to have, he grinned to himself. He mulled their conversation over in his head. So. Clark and Lex, not doing...whatever. His brain did a mental skip around the mechanics. He loved his friends but ew—not wanting to know. Anyway, it had to be Clark’s idea. He really couldn’t see Lex wanting to wait, He snorted. And that’s all he wanted to think about that. He glanced up when he heard Clark yell a greeting.
Ah. Whit. Shit. And there was another bump on his road to happiness. Stubborn motherfucker. Stubborn and stupid, and, and….
“Whit, What’s up?” Pete forced a smile.
Whit rolled his eyes. “Pete, come on, give it a rest!"
Clark snorted and went into the gym.
“Whit—you’ve got to talk to Abbie and Bill. You should go to college, and they’ll support you, I’m telling you! Talk to them—hell they’re going to talk to you anyway.”
“Pete, I told you, I don’t want to go- that’s the only reason. Okay? Now shut up and go to class. I’ll be in in a minute, okay?”
Pete gave him a skeptical look and went in, looking behind his shoulder the whole time.
Whit sighed and went back to his locker, tossed in his books, slammed the door closed and leaned his head against the cool metal He closed his eyes and wished life was as simple as Pete seemed to think it was, He didn’t have a care in the world. Pete had everything.
Whit turned and walked down the hall. Okay, he had a better life than he ever dreamed he could have, but pieces of his old life—he walked out the school and down to the drive.
Yeah. Pieces of his old life kept hooking its claws into him, kept pulling him back.
Wade leaned on the hood of his car and smiled at him and Whit smiled back. He got in the car without looking at Whit and Whit walked a little faster. This was the life that wanted him. The life he was born to have.
tbc and c and c and c...I'm lovin' it! How about you?
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11/30/04 06:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
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11/30/04 06:40 am (UTC)No, no, no!!!
Please, somebody make Whit see that Wade is gonna get him killed!
Please, please!!!
*Roxy, i'm on my KNEES, here!!*
LOVED the Clark/Pete banter and the turtle!reveal!!
Heee.
One thing. You said:
The school year started with without a bang.
Which is it, Ms. Thang.
:)
*hugs*
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11/30/04 06:51 am (UTC)Yeah, that turtle thing was just begging to be found out, heh!
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11/30/04 07:21 am (UTC):)
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11/30/04 07:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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11/30/04 07:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/30/04 08:01 am (UTC)Yikes, life goes on
11/30/04 08:42 am (UTC)Sop worried about Lex and even Clark.
Need to slap Wade again and hug Whit!
*sigh*
Great as always.
{{hugs}}
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11/30/04 09:40 am (UTC)Except Wade, I want to smack him.
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12/1/04 12:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/1/04 01:28 am (UTC)And when are Clark and Lex going to take the big step? Will it be all beautiful and romantic?
And hey, what is the evil Lionel doing all this time while his son is kissing a boy? Is he planning some sort of horrible retribution?
Ooooh, I can't wait for more of this!
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12/1/04 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/2/04 12:28 pm (UTC)Bwah!! Pete!! I also adored the return of the Ninja Turtle plot! Pete is cracking my shit up!
Whit, on the other hand? Not so much with the funny. Poor boy's ego is floor high. Yay, Roxy!! I'm lovin' it!