Summer Story part 11
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roxySo, here we go again. This part is the continuation of the last bit, and the next bit finishes it. Okay? Okay.
The decorations that transformed The New Moon Ballroom were festive, or maybe—edging on bizarre. Pete argued that the theme should actually be called Explosion in A Balloon Factory, not Masquerade or whatever, and the others were inclined to agree. It was all pretty…shiny. Everywhere, things glittered or reflected. It was something. They just weren’t sure what.
“So—are you guys coming to the party after?” Pete looked around the dance floor, peering at the gyrating couples intently.
“Which one---the official one or...?” Clark asked.
Pete snorted, eyes never leaving the floor as he said, “Don’t be silly—the good one of course…down by the lake?” He looked towards the buffet tables, his brow furrowed.
Clark shrugged and looked at Lex. “We’ll have to see what happens...if we go, maybe we’ll catch a ride with you.” Lex shrugged back and poked at the mini-explosion of silver and red Mylar that he thought might be flowers, or might be little masks. “Sure,” he muttered, totally absorbed in the odd little centerpiece. What in God’s name was it supposed to be? He frowned, ears turning pink when he caught Clark grinning at him.
“Okay, don’t forget, you guys should come—oops. There goes my girlfriend.” Pete’s face lit up and he stood quickly. “Let me grab her.”
“Okay--Catch up with you later, Pete.”
Lex leaned forward, elbows planted on the table and picked up and sipped his plastic cup of punch, watched the couples dancing on the floor. Clark sighed and Lex didn’t even look his way, just held his hand up and said, “Don’t start.”
Clark huffed and settled back against his chair and hidden under the cloth, slid his hand up Lex’s thigh, and squeezed gently. He worked his way slowly up his leg, knuckles gently working against the taut muscle, fingers smoothing until Lex smacked his hand away.
“Clark! Stop!” Lex laughed into his cup, “You almost made me spill this—this disgusting excuse for punch on myself. It probably would be better if I absorbed it through my skin instead of drinking it,” he muttered.
Clark grinned and his cheeks and lips were red. He looked a little warm; he looked entirely too sexy Lex thought. Clark took a swig of his own punch. “It’s good Lex—nice and sweet!”
“Yes, it is Clark. Apparently it’s red wet sugar—just the way you like it.”
Whit suddenly appeared and dropped down in the chair next to Clark. “Hey! You guys aren’t arguing, are you? Not tonight!”
He grinned at them from ear to ear, and the girl with him looked a little stunned and befuddled.
Lex frowned at her and then at Whit—“Whitney--You didn’t…?”
“What?” Whit looked confused, he glanced over at his ‘date’ and grimaced at Lex, “No! I don’t do that anymore--” he leaned in and whispered to Lex, “I have no idea what’s with her. She’s been like that since we got here. I don’t think she likes me.”
Clark laughed, “I think you stunned her, Whit,” and laughed again at Whit’s confused look.
Lex smiled, relieved. “You have no idea how charming you can be, Whitney.”
Whit’s expression went from ‘I don’t get it’ to –‘oh!--Oh, no!’ He turned to the girl and asked, “Did Pete explain the whole situation to you? I mean, mostly about me and his brother?”
She looked almost comically disappointed but said, “I know…I was just…kind of enjoying the illusion. Pete told me.”
He shrugged and patted her shoulder. “Sorry…Wanna dance?” She nodded with enthusiasm and he grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the dance floor, flirting and teasing, joking with her until he made her relax, and laugh.
Clark smiled after them. “See, you can teach an old dog new tricks.”
Lex glanced at Clark. “Maybe so Clark, maybe so.”
******
Pete and Lana strolled arm in arm in the velvety dark under the trees that lined The New Moon’s driveway. They could still hear music coming from the ballroom, but they felt as though they were in a private world of their own.
They talked about graduation, and about what they hoped their future would be and mostly about where they would be—together.
Lana leaned her head against Pete’s shoulder and let Pete wrap her in his jacket. “Do you think we’ll always love each other, Pete?” she looked away from him, and she sounded so wistful that Pete’s heart skipped.
“What kind of question is that--you know what my answer is.”
“Tell me anyway Pete. Say it out loud please?”
Pete closed his eyelids against the sudden sharp pricking of his eyes. His heart did a slow roll, and he said, “Of course I’ll always want to be with you. Nothing could ever change that--nothing.”
“Then that’s the way it will be. We will always be together, no matter what.” She smiled up at Pete, so...satisfied, so content.
Pete was rocked by her faith in him; her belief in him was so total that he believed too. “We’ll be together because we’re supposed to be together, it’s Destiny.” He swiped at his eyes quickly before Lana could see.
“That’s so cute, the way you said that,” she said with a small grin. “I can hear the capital D.”
“See, even though you treat me with sarcasm and mock my every word, I love you. Nothing can change that.”
She swung out from his arm and he swung her back and they fell into a sweeping dance step, ending with him dipping her. The moon lit her face and made her glow like ivory and he thought to himself, Pete you’d be an idiot to ever let anything happen to destroy this. I’d die without this woman.
Aloud he said, “You’re kind of heavy, feel my arm shaking, I think it’s coming out of the socket….”
“Not yet, it’s not,” she growled. He flipped her up against his chest and she held him tight, his jacket slipping to the ground.
“Pete, I love you more than you can imagine. You’re like…like oxygen. I need you that much.”
He grinned at the sky and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I know,” he said.
******
Cars lined up at the curb and kids piled in, hands full of balloons and mementoes, laughing and yelling back and forth to each other, the girls were squealing and hugging each other as their guys stood by and rolled their eyes or punched each other, overcome by the emotion of the night. The air seemed to vibrate with expectation, and even the friends were caught up in it. Clark and Lex decided to go with Pete and Lana after all, Clark felt it would salvage some part of their night and Lex wanted Clark to be happy.
Whit stood on the curb, arms linked with the girl he came to the dance with, talking to the boys and trying to make up his mind…go with his friends or…
A car horn beeped and he looked over.
“Sam!”
Sam got out of the car and looked Whit and the young woman over, his expression blank and still.
“Hey Whit. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by and see if you needed a ride?” His voice was soft and he sounded quiet and very calm.
Whit motioned him forward and when he got close to him, kissed him with great enthusiasm. “This is my boy friend,” he told Pete’s friend. “This is Sam.”
“Ohhh…” she said, a little breathless, “I can see why, you’d be a fool not to gab him.” She held out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m jealous—but I’m not sure of whom.” She grinned, “Listen Let me check if my ride is still here--"She winked at Sam, “Your brother was right. You guys are great together.”
She waved and walked away, and Whit smiled at Sam. “Jealous?”
“No! I’m a grown ass man—I don’t get jealous like some little…okay, yeah, kind of. I mean, you standing here holding some girl’s hand and...do you want to come with me or…”
“Naw.” Whit cut him off. “Let’s go home.” He started for the SUV and stopped, looked at Sam. “You know I love you, right?”
Sam tried not to look too pleased but he couldn’t stop a grin from breaking out and Whit laughed. “God, you’re so fucking easy!”
“I know,” he grinned.
tbc later on, lovies! *kiss*
The decorations that transformed The New Moon Ballroom were festive, or maybe—edging on bizarre. Pete argued that the theme should actually be called Explosion in A Balloon Factory, not Masquerade or whatever, and the others were inclined to agree. It was all pretty…shiny. Everywhere, things glittered or reflected. It was something. They just weren’t sure what.
“So—are you guys coming to the party after?” Pete looked around the dance floor, peering at the gyrating couples intently.
“Which one---the official one or...?” Clark asked.
Pete snorted, eyes never leaving the floor as he said, “Don’t be silly—the good one of course…down by the lake?” He looked towards the buffet tables, his brow furrowed.
Clark shrugged and looked at Lex. “We’ll have to see what happens...if we go, maybe we’ll catch a ride with you.” Lex shrugged back and poked at the mini-explosion of silver and red Mylar that he thought might be flowers, or might be little masks. “Sure,” he muttered, totally absorbed in the odd little centerpiece. What in God’s name was it supposed to be? He frowned, ears turning pink when he caught Clark grinning at him.
“Okay, don’t forget, you guys should come—oops. There goes my girlfriend.” Pete’s face lit up and he stood quickly. “Let me grab her.”
“Okay--Catch up with you later, Pete.”
Lex leaned forward, elbows planted on the table and picked up and sipped his plastic cup of punch, watched the couples dancing on the floor. Clark sighed and Lex didn’t even look his way, just held his hand up and said, “Don’t start.”
Clark huffed and settled back against his chair and hidden under the cloth, slid his hand up Lex’s thigh, and squeezed gently. He worked his way slowly up his leg, knuckles gently working against the taut muscle, fingers smoothing until Lex smacked his hand away.
“Clark! Stop!” Lex laughed into his cup, “You almost made me spill this—this disgusting excuse for punch on myself. It probably would be better if I absorbed it through my skin instead of drinking it,” he muttered.
Clark grinned and his cheeks and lips were red. He looked a little warm; he looked entirely too sexy Lex thought. Clark took a swig of his own punch. “It’s good Lex—nice and sweet!”
“Yes, it is Clark. Apparently it’s red wet sugar—just the way you like it.”
Whit suddenly appeared and dropped down in the chair next to Clark. “Hey! You guys aren’t arguing, are you? Not tonight!”
He grinned at them from ear to ear, and the girl with him looked a little stunned and befuddled.
Lex frowned at her and then at Whit—“Whitney--You didn’t…?”
“What?” Whit looked confused, he glanced over at his ‘date’ and grimaced at Lex, “No! I don’t do that anymore--” he leaned in and whispered to Lex, “I have no idea what’s with her. She’s been like that since we got here. I don’t think she likes me.”
Clark laughed, “I think you stunned her, Whit,” and laughed again at Whit’s confused look.
Lex smiled, relieved. “You have no idea how charming you can be, Whitney.”
Whit’s expression went from ‘I don’t get it’ to –‘oh!--Oh, no!’ He turned to the girl and asked, “Did Pete explain the whole situation to you? I mean, mostly about me and his brother?”
She looked almost comically disappointed but said, “I know…I was just…kind of enjoying the illusion. Pete told me.”
He shrugged and patted her shoulder. “Sorry…Wanna dance?” She nodded with enthusiasm and he grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the dance floor, flirting and teasing, joking with her until he made her relax, and laugh.
Clark smiled after them. “See, you can teach an old dog new tricks.”
Lex glanced at Clark. “Maybe so Clark, maybe so.”
******
Pete and Lana strolled arm in arm in the velvety dark under the trees that lined The New Moon’s driveway. They could still hear music coming from the ballroom, but they felt as though they were in a private world of their own.
They talked about graduation, and about what they hoped their future would be and mostly about where they would be—together.
Lana leaned her head against Pete’s shoulder and let Pete wrap her in his jacket. “Do you think we’ll always love each other, Pete?” she looked away from him, and she sounded so wistful that Pete’s heart skipped.
“What kind of question is that--you know what my answer is.”
“Tell me anyway Pete. Say it out loud please?”
Pete closed his eyelids against the sudden sharp pricking of his eyes. His heart did a slow roll, and he said, “Of course I’ll always want to be with you. Nothing could ever change that--nothing.”
“Then that’s the way it will be. We will always be together, no matter what.” She smiled up at Pete, so...satisfied, so content.
Pete was rocked by her faith in him; her belief in him was so total that he believed too. “We’ll be together because we’re supposed to be together, it’s Destiny.” He swiped at his eyes quickly before Lana could see.
“That’s so cute, the way you said that,” she said with a small grin. “I can hear the capital D.”
“See, even though you treat me with sarcasm and mock my every word, I love you. Nothing can change that.”
She swung out from his arm and he swung her back and they fell into a sweeping dance step, ending with him dipping her. The moon lit her face and made her glow like ivory and he thought to himself, Pete you’d be an idiot to ever let anything happen to destroy this. I’d die without this woman.
Aloud he said, “You’re kind of heavy, feel my arm shaking, I think it’s coming out of the socket….”
“Not yet, it’s not,” she growled. He flipped her up against his chest and she held him tight, his jacket slipping to the ground.
“Pete, I love you more than you can imagine. You’re like…like oxygen. I need you that much.”
He grinned at the sky and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I know,” he said.
******
Cars lined up at the curb and kids piled in, hands full of balloons and mementoes, laughing and yelling back and forth to each other, the girls were squealing and hugging each other as their guys stood by and rolled their eyes or punched each other, overcome by the emotion of the night. The air seemed to vibrate with expectation, and even the friends were caught up in it. Clark and Lex decided to go with Pete and Lana after all, Clark felt it would salvage some part of their night and Lex wanted Clark to be happy.
Whit stood on the curb, arms linked with the girl he came to the dance with, talking to the boys and trying to make up his mind…go with his friends or…
A car horn beeped and he looked over.
“Sam!”
Sam got out of the car and looked Whit and the young woman over, his expression blank and still.
“Hey Whit. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by and see if you needed a ride?” His voice was soft and he sounded quiet and very calm.
Whit motioned him forward and when he got close to him, kissed him with great enthusiasm. “This is my boy friend,” he told Pete’s friend. “This is Sam.”
“Ohhh…” she said, a little breathless, “I can see why, you’d be a fool not to gab him.” She held out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m jealous—but I’m not sure of whom.” She grinned, “Listen Let me check if my ride is still here--"She winked at Sam, “Your brother was right. You guys are great together.”
She waved and walked away, and Whit smiled at Sam. “Jealous?”
“No! I’m a grown ass man—I don’t get jealous like some little…okay, yeah, kind of. I mean, you standing here holding some girl’s hand and...do you want to come with me or…”
“Naw.” Whit cut him off. “Let’s go home.” He started for the SUV and stopped, looked at Sam. “You know I love you, right?”
Sam tried not to look too pleased but he couldn’t stop a grin from breaking out and Whit laughed. “God, you’re so fucking easy!”
“I know,” he grinned.
tbc later on, lovies! *kiss*
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5/26/05 11:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/05 11:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/05 11:37 pm (UTC)Whit and Sam are so sweet!
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5/27/05 12:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/27/05 01:43 pm (UTC)Kissy-face in front of the prom.
Heeee.
And Pete and Lana - so sweet! So doomed!
*snerk*
Now, must have Clark/Lex gropage at the after party and all will be well!
:)
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5/27/05 03:38 pm (UTC)