Summer 'Verse Story
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roxyI really miss my SV Babies lately, I guess because it's almost over and partly because my baby is home and I'm nostalgic, and partly because my other Baby is far away in a land where they don't even have kilts! (Can you believe it? Disappointment doesn't begin to cover how I feel about that.)
We went shopping in the city today and I just watched BG be all grown and in charge and take care of me-- I was on the verge of tears all day-- (you know, not sad ones, the kind that make people ask you "WTF,are you losing your mind, or just getting senile?" ) and grinning like a loon at the same time. She are make me so happy...
and I keep saying, I must tell The Niece about this or that, and then it's like "Bwaaa..." *sniff*
Anyway, take all these not too complicated feelings, mix them in with a conversation I had with the fabulous![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justabi and something she said that lodged in my brain, and this is the result, a story with my little Babies, (a perk of writing, you can always go backward in time! :))
“Do you believe in God?” Clark asked, watching a cloud that looked like a cow float higher in the sky and wasn’t that boring because he saw cows all day. If he squinted it kinda looked like a dragon didn’t it…no…no, just a boring old cow with a long skinny neck.
“Of course I do,” Pete said with deep conviction. He lay on his back and Clark admired how he could make those daisy chain things that Lana taught them how to do the other day. Pete’s tongue peaked out the corner of his mouth as he slit the stem of one daisy and threaded a fresh stem through the slit, then grinned with the satisfaction of a difficult job done well.
“Hmm.” Clark asked Whit if he believed in God and Whit laughed. His hands were behind his head, eyes closed and for once, instead of jittering all over he was pretty still.
“Yeah sure I do and you know what? Him and Santa hang out all the time-they’re just the bestest friends and they go drinkin’ together, and pick up girls toge—oww!” He glared at Pete, rubbing his stomach. “You hit me.”
“That’s because you’re being blasphemous. You can’t make fun of God, it’s not right,” Pete scowled deeply and rolled over onto his stomach. “I’m serious Whitney, God’s not someone who you can make fun of.”
Whit turned onto his back and crossed one leg over the other and jiggled his foot violently. “Why not,” he whispered. “He makes fun of me all the time.”
Clark asked Red, and Red looked thoughtful, he ran his hand through his hair, tangled the thick red strands, and swept them off his forehead. “Yes, I do believe in God.”
He smiled at Clark and Clark smiled back. He knew Red did, he had to. Clark knew there was a God and if he believed, Red *had*to believe.
Whit looked at Lex, and his eyebrows were almost up under the shaggy fringe that fell in his face. “Red! What the hell—you’re kidding right?” and he looked as shocked as if Red had said he danced with the Easter Bunny on a regular basis, and he looked a little hurt, too, Clark thought.
“What in the hell would make you say that’,” and he now he looked a little angry and Clark thought he was mad at Lex, but for what he didn’t know.
“Whitney, look all around you. See this stuff, this grass, the dirt, the bugs—the sky and all those stupid, ‘duck’ clouds and stupid ‘cow’ clouds Clark and Pete have been seeing all afternoon, and all those castles and girls with big titties you’ve been lying about seeing---God made all of that.” He sat up and pulled up a long strand of grass with the seed head still attached and chewed on it, and Clark thought it was cute—like that Huckleberry Sawyer or whatever the kid’s name was. He even had the freckles across his no—say, is it lunchtime yet? He wondered
Lex went on, “God is in all of this,” he said, and swept his hand in a wide circle, “and all of us. Without God, this wouldn’t--be.” Pete nodded solemnly and walked Leonardo through the grass with one hand and trailed Raphael behind with the other, muttering quietly to himself.
Whit frowned. “So, Tammy Faye Baker, how do you explain your da—what about me, and all the crap I have to go though with my damn dad?” He flung his hair out of his eyes and yanked up a handful of grass—tossed it on Pete’s back and grinned when Pete yelped out, “Hey! You’re such a--” he caught Clark’s look and blew out an irritated blast of air, “Poop-head.” And looked at Clark with an ‘okay by you, you big pain?’ expression. Clark smiled at him, and Pete stuck his tongue out at him.
Lex sighed. “Whit, God doesn’t promise you’ll have a perfect life. That’s up to you. He just …gives you this, and you’re supposed to take it from there.”
Whit looked at him, puzzled. “What, it’s my fault my dad’s a dick? Like I chose it?” He looked at Lex like he’d grown a third eye. “What the hell does that mean, Red—crap, that’s stupid….”
“No, no, that’s not what I mean-- I mean—I know what I mean, I’m just not sure how to put it.” Clark watched the grass stem bounce up and down on Lex’s lip as he spoke. He was positive he was making sense. After all, Red was the smartest person he ever knew. He dragged his eyes away from the fascinating stem and looked over at the other two boys.
Pete clasped his turtles in his chubby fists and looked at Lex, as confused as Whit. “Red, you’re supposed to have a perfect life if you believe in God. He gives it to you, like a reward for believing in him.” He nodded; glad to have cleared this up for his friend, and Whit snorted.
“Freakin’ booby prize, if you ask me.” He dug in his jeans pockets and pulled out a crumpled, nearly
tobacco-less cigarette, fished around for a pack of matches and lit up, all under Clark’s disapproving eye.
Lex shook his head. “No such thing as a perfect life, Pete. There really isn’t. But I think, one day, after we die, we find out what this is all about. Kind of like—that’s our reward, you know?” He stared at Clark, deeply in thought, and Clark was half sure Red didn’t really see him, and he felt a little sad.
Pete nodded, “You mean heaven right, Red? That’s what you’re talking about?” and Lex said softly with a small smile and a shrug, “Sure, Pete. Heaven. That’s what I mean.” And he smiled fondly at the serious little boy.
Whit exhaled loudly and smirked. “Right—heaven. Let me tell you about heaven. It’s seven minutes in a closet with Crystal--”
“Oh, shut up, Whit!” three voices rang out at once.
“No, I’m telling you, she can really kiss--”
“Eewww!” Pete looked horrified. “You kissed a girl! Eww! That’s so—gross!” Lex seconded Pete’s horror, and looked at Whit as though he’d just confessed to eating bugs, and Clark shook his head, that Whit, he was just a weirdo—girls were stupid and loud and talked about weird things and here he goes and kisses one.
He yanked a stem out of the grass and stuck it in his mouth, chewing on the end, and watching the seed part bob up and down as he chewed. Kiss a girl----ewww.
1-04-2005
We went shopping in the city today and I just watched BG be all grown and in charge and take care of me-- I was on the verge of tears all day-- (you know, not sad ones, the kind that make people ask you "WTF,are you losing your mind, or just getting senile?" ) and grinning like a loon at the same time. She are make me so happy...
and I keep saying, I must tell The Niece about this or that, and then it's like "Bwaaa..." *sniff*
Anyway, take all these not too complicated feelings, mix them in with a conversation I had with the fabulous
justabi and something she said that lodged in my brain, and this is the result, a story with my little Babies, (a perk of writing, you can always go backward in time! :))“Do you believe in God?” Clark asked, watching a cloud that looked like a cow float higher in the sky and wasn’t that boring because he saw cows all day. If he squinted it kinda looked like a dragon didn’t it…no…no, just a boring old cow with a long skinny neck.
“Of course I do,” Pete said with deep conviction. He lay on his back and Clark admired how he could make those daisy chain things that Lana taught them how to do the other day. Pete’s tongue peaked out the corner of his mouth as he slit the stem of one daisy and threaded a fresh stem through the slit, then grinned with the satisfaction of a difficult job done well.
“Hmm.” Clark asked Whit if he believed in God and Whit laughed. His hands were behind his head, eyes closed and for once, instead of jittering all over he was pretty still.
“Yeah sure I do and you know what? Him and Santa hang out all the time-they’re just the bestest friends and they go drinkin’ together, and pick up girls toge—oww!” He glared at Pete, rubbing his stomach. “You hit me.”
“That’s because you’re being blasphemous. You can’t make fun of God, it’s not right,” Pete scowled deeply and rolled over onto his stomach. “I’m serious Whitney, God’s not someone who you can make fun of.”
Whit turned onto his back and crossed one leg over the other and jiggled his foot violently. “Why not,” he whispered. “He makes fun of me all the time.”
Clark asked Red, and Red looked thoughtful, he ran his hand through his hair, tangled the thick red strands, and swept them off his forehead. “Yes, I do believe in God.”
He smiled at Clark and Clark smiled back. He knew Red did, he had to. Clark knew there was a God and if he believed, Red *had*to believe.
Whit looked at Lex, and his eyebrows were almost up under the shaggy fringe that fell in his face. “Red! What the hell—you’re kidding right?” and he looked as shocked as if Red had said he danced with the Easter Bunny on a regular basis, and he looked a little hurt, too, Clark thought.
“What in the hell would make you say that’,” and he now he looked a little angry and Clark thought he was mad at Lex, but for what he didn’t know.
“Whitney, look all around you. See this stuff, this grass, the dirt, the bugs—the sky and all those stupid, ‘duck’ clouds and stupid ‘cow’ clouds Clark and Pete have been seeing all afternoon, and all those castles and girls with big titties you’ve been lying about seeing---God made all of that.” He sat up and pulled up a long strand of grass with the seed head still attached and chewed on it, and Clark thought it was cute—like that Huckleberry Sawyer or whatever the kid’s name was. He even had the freckles across his no—say, is it lunchtime yet? He wondered
Lex went on, “God is in all of this,” he said, and swept his hand in a wide circle, “and all of us. Without God, this wouldn’t--be.” Pete nodded solemnly and walked Leonardo through the grass with one hand and trailed Raphael behind with the other, muttering quietly to himself.
Whit frowned. “So, Tammy Faye Baker, how do you explain your da—what about me, and all the crap I have to go though with my damn dad?” He flung his hair out of his eyes and yanked up a handful of grass—tossed it on Pete’s back and grinned when Pete yelped out, “Hey! You’re such a--” he caught Clark’s look and blew out an irritated blast of air, “Poop-head.” And looked at Clark with an ‘okay by you, you big pain?’ expression. Clark smiled at him, and Pete stuck his tongue out at him.
Lex sighed. “Whit, God doesn’t promise you’ll have a perfect life. That’s up to you. He just …gives you this, and you’re supposed to take it from there.”
Whit looked at him, puzzled. “What, it’s my fault my dad’s a dick? Like I chose it?” He looked at Lex like he’d grown a third eye. “What the hell does that mean, Red—crap, that’s stupid….”
“No, no, that’s not what I mean-- I mean—I know what I mean, I’m just not sure how to put it.” Clark watched the grass stem bounce up and down on Lex’s lip as he spoke. He was positive he was making sense. After all, Red was the smartest person he ever knew. He dragged his eyes away from the fascinating stem and looked over at the other two boys.
Pete clasped his turtles in his chubby fists and looked at Lex, as confused as Whit. “Red, you’re supposed to have a perfect life if you believe in God. He gives it to you, like a reward for believing in him.” He nodded; glad to have cleared this up for his friend, and Whit snorted.
“Freakin’ booby prize, if you ask me.” He dug in his jeans pockets and pulled out a crumpled, nearly
tobacco-less cigarette, fished around for a pack of matches and lit up, all under Clark’s disapproving eye.
Lex shook his head. “No such thing as a perfect life, Pete. There really isn’t. But I think, one day, after we die, we find out what this is all about. Kind of like—that’s our reward, you know?” He stared at Clark, deeply in thought, and Clark was half sure Red didn’t really see him, and he felt a little sad.
Pete nodded, “You mean heaven right, Red? That’s what you’re talking about?” and Lex said softly with a small smile and a shrug, “Sure, Pete. Heaven. That’s what I mean.” And he smiled fondly at the serious little boy.
Whit exhaled loudly and smirked. “Right—heaven. Let me tell you about heaven. It’s seven minutes in a closet with Crystal--”
“Oh, shut up, Whit!” three voices rang out at once.
“No, I’m telling you, she can really kiss--”
“Eewww!” Pete looked horrified. “You kissed a girl! Eww! That’s so—gross!” Lex seconded Pete’s horror, and looked at Whit as though he’d just confessed to eating bugs, and Clark shook his head, that Whit, he was just a weirdo—girls were stupid and loud and talked about weird things and here he goes and kisses one.
He yanked a stem out of the grass and stuck it in his mouth, chewing on the end, and watching the seed part bob up and down as he chewed. Kiss a girl----ewww.
1-04-2005
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1/4/05 01:41 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
What a sweet little bit of the boy's life.
:)
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1/4/05 01:45 pm (UTC)Oh they were such cute little things, even if Clark was already crushing on Lex.
*gets nostalgic for the early days of SV babies*
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1/6/05 04:19 am (UTC)There wasn't until you called me "snookie-pooh.* zut alors.
No, I'm all for stories that are heavy on the pink-fuzzies.
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1/6/05 04:24 am (UTC)Snookie-pooh *was* cruel and unusual, accept my apology, please? *humble smile*
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1/4/05 04:01 pm (UTC)This was a great little story. You can see their future selves here.
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1/6/05 04:04 am (UTC)awww
1/4/05 05:59 pm (UTC)Very endearing and very, very good.
*hugs*
Re: awww
1/6/05 04:05 am (UTC):)
Adorable!
1/5/05 06:54 pm (UTC)Re: Adorable!
1/6/05 04:07 am (UTC)*snortlaugh*
1/6/05 04:34 am (UTC)How many people could say that and mean it?!!!!
*lovesonyou*
Re: *snortlaugh*
1/6/05 04:35 am (UTC)Uh...
1/6/05 04:41 am (UTC)Erm, nevermind
*plays with her imaginary friends*
Re: Uh...
1/6/05 04:55 am (UTC)Re: Uh...
1/6/05 05:03 am (UTC)*Smooch!*
Feel better, hon!
Re: Uh...
1/6/05 05:13 am (UTC)Re: Uh...
1/6/05 05:27 am (UTC)I felt so sorry for the guy ... no one really liked him and he didn't make much money ... so I gave him a couple of dollars, if only so he could buy new underwear!!
*gurgles*
1/6/05 05:32 am (UTC)*admires*
;D
You can't see this as well in icon size, but my icon guy is wearing fishnets - Waaaay sexier with holes than Fruit of the Looms! *G*
Re: *gurgles*
1/6/05 05:46 am (UTC)He wasn't. This was back before male strippers were all steroid popping, iron pumping freaks too, so he wasn't even muscley or anything. Poor guy. And ever notice how men have to have verbal encouragement else they get really, really hurt? Whereas female strippers don't care, open mouths is enough.
Well, that and the money. LOL
my icon guy is wearing fishnets - Waaaay sexier with holes than Fruit of the Looms! *G*
WAAAAAY sexier ... any holes in the front? LOL
Re: Uh...
1/6/05 05:33 am (UTC)Re: Uh...
1/6/05 05:48 am (UTC)After a couple of dollars, the guy wouldn't stop gyrating that holey underwear wearing ass at me ... *shivers* Ugh.
You'd think one of his coworkers would have told him about the hole ...
Re: Uh...
1/7/05 04:16 am (UTC)After a couple of dollars, the guy wouldn't stop gyrating that holey underwear wearing ass at me ... *shivers* Ugh.
You'd think one of his coworkers would have told him about the hole ...
[eta] --> hey! I thought I posted this last night ... only to find it still sitting here waiting for me to hit the "post" button ... silly me.
Re: Uh...
1/7/05 04:17 am (UTC)I DID post it last night? So why was it stil sitting there in my browser window ... ??
*is very confused*
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1/6/05 05:42 am (UTC)I'm talking to the girl who has Clark FUCKING HIS MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!
And I'm talking to the girl who READS ABOUT CLARK FUCKING HIS MOTHER!! *cackles*
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1/6/05 06:08 am (UTC)And now I must wash out my brain with soap. Lots and lots of soap...lavander soap, like I bet Clark's mother smells like...aack! Brillo pad, please!
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1/7/05 04:20 am (UTC)Uh huh. I love it when you tell me stories like that, sweetie. Now tell me another one, like how the moon is made of Limburger cheese ....