Summer Story part 6
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Clark was about to head up to the loft when he caught sight of Pete’s car coming up the drive. He was pleased—it had been quite a while since Pete had been out to visit. Clark felt a breath of guilt. It had been a while since any of them had gotten together-too involved in themselves he guessed. He scanned the car quickly…Pete was alone. Huhn. Wonder what’s up?
Pete hopped out of the car and called out to Clark.“Hey! What’s up Clark?”
Clark grinned at him, “Not much I’m on my own today, Lex and Dad went downtown.”
“Really,” Pete said as he trotted up to Clark’s side and fell in step with him. “That’s cool, I guess.”
“Lex saw his dad this morning…”
“Oh--yuck. Got it… He’s okay, though?” Pete’s forehead wrinkled in concern, anything that had to do with Lex’s dad was bad news as far as he was concerned, Clark knew Pete’s feelings for Lionel were right on par with his own.
“Yeah, you know sometimes it’s hard to tell with him, but yeah, I think he is okay. So, you living the wild bachelor life today?“
“Ah-ha, jokes,” Pete said as he stomped up the stairs behind Clark. Clark grabbed a couple of bottles of juice from the little fridge in the loft and tossed one to Pete. “I had to get out of the damn house,” he said as he caught the juice and unscrewed the top.
“Hmm?” Clark said
Pete drank half the bottle at one go. “Whew!” He wiped his mouth before going on. “Yeah, I had to get out; Whit and Sam are driving everyone crazy. Damn.” He sipped at the remainder.
Clark rolled the bottle between his hands and raised his eyebrows, “I thought they were talking again.”
“If by talking we mean sniping, snapping and picking non-stop on each other, then yes. Abbie and Bill are drawing straws to see who gets to kill which one. Me, I’m kind of leaning toward Whit…”
Clark nodded; he knew how Whit could get. He felt sorry for the Ross family….
“So… but that’s good--kind of, right? I mean soon they’ll be friends again…I hopehe thought, but he remembered how cold they’d been to each other lately and well, Whit could really be a-a –dick-- when he was in a mood. Clark felt his ears turn warm. “It would be great for them to be friends again.”
Pete looked at Clark as if he were completely insane. “Clark—they don’t want to be friends. They want to be—you know.” He gestured at Clark with his bottle and Clark said, with a wry look, “Me?”
“Hah. You know what I mean.”
“Gay?”
“A couple!” Why I came *here* to relax I don’t know…”
“You know Pete, it's not that I’m not enjoying the refreshing game of “What the Heck Am I Talking About” but why aren’t you with Lana?”
Pete heaved an enormous and dramatic sigh. “Lana…you know, sometimes I envy you.”
Clark sat back and raised his eyebrows. Pete leaned back on the couch too, and they put their feet up on the trunk that served as a table.
“Yeah, you never have to deal with bloating and chocolate lust and ‘for god’s sake don’t touch me I’m hideous and breaking out’ PMS blues.”
“Ah. So, you’re afraid to go see her.”
"Scared shitless. Clark, you know I love that girl. I couldn’t live without her. Except at certain times.” He looked mournfully at Clark, and Clark had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He managed to recover, nodded seriously and said, “You know Pete, there comes a time in a friend’s relationship where they have to be totally real with each other…I hope you understand when I tell you, sometimes it's okay--no--it's important--not to share.”
“Oh, come on Clark, like I don’t have to listen to you go on and on about Lex.”
“Whitney!” Clark pointed at Pete, a little irked.
“Well--well…well hell, who else am I going to talk to about him? Who else would understand? I feel really bad for him sometimes. I mean as much as he gets on my nerves, you know…”
Clark stood and collected the empty bottles. “Well Whit’s just an unusual kind of guy. Even if his childhood were some sort of Disney magic happy thing, he’d probably be the same way.” He grinned at Pete who shook his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he said doubtfully “But in the mean time, he’s hurting and I can’t do anything for him. I can’t help.”
Clark immediately sobered. “Hey, don’t worry. Those guys will figure it out. I know they will, they’re meant to be together, like me and Lex.”
Pete moved over to the loft door and stared out across the field. “Do you really think people are meant to be together? That there’s some kind of destiny—you’ll meet the one you’re meant to be with and you’ll just kind of know it?”
“Well, yeah…it was kind of that way for me and Lex…even though we had to go through a whole lot of crap to get here.” He leaned back against the frame with Pete and sighed. “I’m sure that we’re meant to be together—I feel it in my bones…but sometimes, I feel like there’s a lot more coming our way, and it’s not going to be pleasant, you know? Lex…he’s so—precious—I mean, not like cute, I mean like--like a perfect diamond,” he made a cupping movement with his hands and stared into them as if he could see Lex there. "…but it’s getting him to believe it, y’know?”
Pete nodded seriously, he’d never seen two people so meant to be together, he doubted anyone could pull them apart—they were just…ClarkandLex, practically one word. He grinned at Clark. Destiny had to be real—these guys were proof. It made him feel better, better about Sam and Whit, better about himself and Lana. Yeah, absolutely, some people were meant to be.
******
TBC--
Sorry it's a short bit, my dears, more very soon though, because I love you like that! And say, isn't the total lack of sex so refreshing?
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Clark was about to head up to the loft when he caught sight of Pete’s car coming up the drive. He was pleased—it had been quite a while since Pete had been out to visit. Clark felt a breath of guilt. It had been a while since any of them had gotten together-too involved in themselves he guessed. He scanned the car quickly…Pete was alone. Huhn. Wonder what’s up?
Pete hopped out of the car and called out to Clark.“Hey! What’s up Clark?”
Clark grinned at him, “Not much I’m on my own today, Lex and Dad went downtown.”
“Really,” Pete said as he trotted up to Clark’s side and fell in step with him. “That’s cool, I guess.”
“Lex saw his dad this morning…”
“Oh--yuck. Got it… He’s okay, though?” Pete’s forehead wrinkled in concern, anything that had to do with Lex’s dad was bad news as far as he was concerned, Clark knew Pete’s feelings for Lionel were right on par with his own.
“Yeah, you know sometimes it’s hard to tell with him, but yeah, I think he is okay. So, you living the wild bachelor life today?“
“Ah-ha, jokes,” Pete said as he stomped up the stairs behind Clark. Clark grabbed a couple of bottles of juice from the little fridge in the loft and tossed one to Pete. “I had to get out of the damn house,” he said as he caught the juice and unscrewed the top.
“Hmm?” Clark said
Pete drank half the bottle at one go. “Whew!” He wiped his mouth before going on. “Yeah, I had to get out; Whit and Sam are driving everyone crazy. Damn.” He sipped at the remainder.
Clark rolled the bottle between his hands and raised his eyebrows, “I thought they were talking again.”
“If by talking we mean sniping, snapping and picking non-stop on each other, then yes. Abbie and Bill are drawing straws to see who gets to kill which one. Me, I’m kind of leaning toward Whit…”
Clark nodded; he knew how Whit could get. He felt sorry for the Ross family….
“So… but that’s good--kind of, right? I mean soon they’ll be friends again…I hopehe thought, but he remembered how cold they’d been to each other lately and well, Whit could really be a-a –dick-- when he was in a mood. Clark felt his ears turn warm. “It would be great for them to be friends again.”
Pete looked at Clark as if he were completely insane. “Clark—they don’t want to be friends. They want to be—you know.” He gestured at Clark with his bottle and Clark said, with a wry look, “Me?”
“Hah. You know what I mean.”
“Gay?”
“A couple!” Why I came *here* to relax I don’t know…”
“You know Pete, it's not that I’m not enjoying the refreshing game of “What the Heck Am I Talking About” but why aren’t you with Lana?”
Pete heaved an enormous and dramatic sigh. “Lana…you know, sometimes I envy you.”
Clark sat back and raised his eyebrows. Pete leaned back on the couch too, and they put their feet up on the trunk that served as a table.
“Yeah, you never have to deal with bloating and chocolate lust and ‘for god’s sake don’t touch me I’m hideous and breaking out’ PMS blues.”
“Ah. So, you’re afraid to go see her.”
"Scared shitless. Clark, you know I love that girl. I couldn’t live without her. Except at certain times.” He looked mournfully at Clark, and Clark had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He managed to recover, nodded seriously and said, “You know Pete, there comes a time in a friend’s relationship where they have to be totally real with each other…I hope you understand when I tell you, sometimes it's okay--no--it's important--not to share.”
“Oh, come on Clark, like I don’t have to listen to you go on and on about Lex.”
“Whitney!” Clark pointed at Pete, a little irked.
“Well--well…well hell, who else am I going to talk to about him? Who else would understand? I feel really bad for him sometimes. I mean as much as he gets on my nerves, you know…”
Clark stood and collected the empty bottles. “Well Whit’s just an unusual kind of guy. Even if his childhood were some sort of Disney magic happy thing, he’d probably be the same way.” He grinned at Pete who shook his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he said doubtfully “But in the mean time, he’s hurting and I can’t do anything for him. I can’t help.”
Clark immediately sobered. “Hey, don’t worry. Those guys will figure it out. I know they will, they’re meant to be together, like me and Lex.”
Pete moved over to the loft door and stared out across the field. “Do you really think people are meant to be together? That there’s some kind of destiny—you’ll meet the one you’re meant to be with and you’ll just kind of know it?”
“Well, yeah…it was kind of that way for me and Lex…even though we had to go through a whole lot of crap to get here.” He leaned back against the frame with Pete and sighed. “I’m sure that we’re meant to be together—I feel it in my bones…but sometimes, I feel like there’s a lot more coming our way, and it’s not going to be pleasant, you know? Lex…he’s so—precious—I mean, not like cute, I mean like--like a perfect diamond,” he made a cupping movement with his hands and stared into them as if he could see Lex there. "…but it’s getting him to believe it, y’know?”
Pete nodded seriously, he’d never seen two people so meant to be together, he doubted anyone could pull them apart—they were just…ClarkandLex, practically one word. He grinned at Clark. Destiny had to be real—these guys were proof. It made him feel better, better about Sam and Whit, better about himself and Lana. Yeah, absolutely, some people were meant to be.
******
TBC--
Sorry it's a short bit, my dears, more very soon though, because I love you like that! And say, isn't the total lack of sex so refreshing?
Hello? Hello?
LOL!
5/11/05 04:36 am (UTC)I can't believe you are still writing this story! Not in a bad way, but in a "Hah Ha! I bet you thought this was a seven part story when you first sent me that draft of Summer Story" way. Hee! Well, I'm still adoring it. :)
Re: LOL!
5/11/05 04:44 am (UTC)Thank you, yes. I try to provide an island of decency in this sea of disgusting pornography that sadly seems to dominate the internet. I consider it my duty. *waves bravely*
I can't believe you are still writing this story!
I know it! I can't believe this thing. it really is the story that ate my brain-but as Bob is My Witless--I'm going to be finished soon! I think....