The Really Really Long Fic Continues...
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roxyI should warn you this thing is big. Lots and lots of parts. But then again, we know how blabby I get. Anyway, this is a tale of shmoop and chuckles. That's right. Laughs.(i hope!)
Part 1
IIAnd Then…
Clark whistled as he made his way through the crowd of kids in the hallway, forgetting to walk in his usual drawn in and slightly hunched ‘please don’t notice me’ way and consequently he was taking up quite a bit of hall. He was happy, absorbed and not really noticing that the kids parted before him like wheat in a high wind. He was so pre-occupied with his up-coming trip that he felt like he was floating—he checked quickly—he couldn’t wait to share the news with his friends. And okay, maybe indulge in a minor amount of Nyah-nyahs, but not enough to be obnoxious. Too obnoxious.
Chloe was standing in front of her locker, talking about something with Pete, excitement making her cheeks pink. Cute, Clark thought. Something good must going on for Chloe—maybe the Daily Planet internship came through….
As soon as Chloe caught sight of him, she grinned from ear to ear, and lunged for his arm.
“Clark! Guess who won’t be rotting away in Smallville all summer long? Guess who got the coolest job ever?”
“Ummm…Pete? Lana? That kid who sits in the back of math class and smells like moth balls and paints his nails navy blue?”
Chloe backhanded him in the chest and he obligingly went ‘woof’ and Pete rolled his eyes.
“For God’s sake Clark, don’t get her wound up! I only have one lifetime here…”
Clark grinned and laughed a little; he caught Chloe’s hand as it went into the windup for another attack. “Congratulations—you got the internship, right?” Chloe just grinned back, her eyes sparkled and she positively vibrated, she was so excited that Clark felt like he was holding hands with a live wire, a cute little live wire. She jus broadcast energy all around her; so much that even Pete was sucked into her enthusiasm.
He grinned wide as he watched Chloe bounce and winked at Clark. “I told her it was great news, Clark, but it’s not really fair to show off like that, I mean, think of me--doing slave work all summer long at the courthouse.” He mock pouted, and Chloe laughed.
“No, Pete, don’t think of it that way, think of it as an opportunity to learn about how government really works, keep your eyes and ears open, and I’ll bet you uncover a lot of dirt-”
“Speaking of opportunity,” Clark began. And was cut off by Pete.
“Only a future investigative reporter would think of this as an opportunity, Ms. Muckraker…I see it as a chance to schlep file boxes around and empty wastebaskets, and yeah, let’s not forget fetching coffee…”
“Speaking of opportunities,’ Clark tried again, “Guess what?”
“Ha!” Chloe laughed. “Schlep? Have you been reading SJ Perelman,” she grinned.
“SJ who?” Pete asked, his forehead wrinkled in puzzlement. “Who the heck is--”
“Hello!” Clark exploded. “I’m here in the hallway with you—trying to speak!”
The two looked at Clark in surprise, and Chloe gestured. “Oh please! Do go on Clark, gosh, excuse us for monopolizing your valuable time, and all.” Pete chimed in. “Oh yeah, please do tell us what’s so important--we’re all a-twitter. Shut up,” he said at Chloe’s snort of disbelief.
“A-twitter?”
Pete scowled, “You try reading bedtime stories to your pain in the ass little cousin and see if it doesn’t rub off some.” He groaned. “All summer, slaving and babysitting for the Demon Spawn—all I can say is, I better be rich by the end of it…”
“Uncharted territory for me, thank God. Not having to share a single thing with…” She fell silent at the look on Clark’s face and Pete continued, oblivious to Clark’s impending explosion. “Go ahead, out with it, boy—what’s the news--brand spanking new paper hats at the market this year—or do you get a shiny new nametag--”
“I’m going to Europe for the summer with Lex!” he shouted.
Everyone in the hall stopped and turned to look at them. A smattering of applause broke the silence and a voice called out “There ya go, Kent, out and proud.”
Laughter filled the air and the crowd moved on and Clark stood in the center of it like a bright red extremely mortified iceberg.
Chloe’s eye’s lit up but she kept quiet. Pete yelped. “What the fuck Clark! Whaddya mean? Your parents are letting you leave the country with *him*!”
“Of course—what—you act like he’s going to sell me into slavery the minute we leave—it’s going to be great—we’ll get a chance to do the continent!”
Chloe burst into laughter. “Oh my god Clark, do you have any idea how that sounds?” she snickered and tried to control herself. “Do the continent…heee…Who are you, Bette Davis?”
Clark asked her desperately, “Shut up please.” He was still getting odd looks and giggles still floated his way.
Pete forged on. “Why Lex? Why the summer? He’s so full of himself—creepy bastard,” ignoring the hurt look on Clark’s face.
Chloe shot Pete a warning look, but picked up the thread. “ I can’t see it either Clark—I mean I can’t see Lex offering to take you overseas out of the blue like that,” she said skeptically.
Clark turned to his locker next to Chloe’s, and yanked the door open almost too forcefully. “Yeah well, he could, and he did,” he snapped and grabbed a handful of books, fumbled a notebook that spilled its paper guts out over the floor. He dropped to his knees and scooted the papers together but not before Chloe’s sharp eyes locked on a travel brochure and she snatched it up.
There on the cover was an ancient picture of Julie Andrews, clothed in a Hollywood version of Austrian dress, a frame doodled around her and little arrows drawn pointing all around the title, “The Sound Of Music Tour”
“What the hell?” Chloe burst into laughter; Pete leaned against her as the both of them laughed until tears spilled.
Lana came up the hall behind them. “Hey you guys, you better get to class before the final bell—what’s so funny?”
Chloe thrust the pamphlet at her. “Oh, God—look at this, will you?”
Lana took the glossy paper and stared at it as if it contained the secrets of the universe, but due to the perfidious machinations of others, she was the only one not to understand. Her eyes were dark with confusion as she handed the brochure back to Chloe.
“What does it mean?” She looked at Clark, who blushed and shrugged. “I—I like the movie?” He beamed at her, and she returned his smile, tucked her hair back from her face as her cheeks turned pink in response to Clark’s intense smile.
Clark told her what was going on, and smiled non-stop at her, his nerves were tingling with the feeling he always got around Lana. He spoke right into her beautiful eyes. He loved looking at her and every time he talked to her he wanted to touch her, remembered how silky and nice her hair felt, how smooth and warm her skin was but he just kept smiling. Hoped he wasn’t crossing into frightening goofy grin territory as he told her, “Lex is taking me to Europe this summer. He offered,” he said, cutting his eye toward Chloe, who gave him a look of supreme innocence. “As a graduation gift,” he continued. And for the first time since the excitement of it all filled his head, the tiniest thinnest sliver of doubt wormed its way into Clark’s brain. He did offer, didn’t he? He’d told him he had a special gift for him, if his dad allowed it…Well of course! What could be more special than a trip overseas, right?
Satisfied, Clark smiled at Lana with renewed wattage and blushed to the hairline when Lana licked her lips with a tiny pink pointed tongue just like a kitten, and his mind went terrible places involving a warm wet tongue and sensitive spots and…Clark snatched his brochure out of Chloe’s hand and made a mental note to stop by the Triple-A and get a nice new one….
He took off down the hallway with a sketchy wave and as Lana stared after him, Pete scowled at Clark’s disappearing back.
“Why Lex? I don’t get it. Clark’s not a guy who’s impressed by material things…I don’t *get* it.”
Lana turned back to them. “You know—Lex has been rather attentive to me lately,” she tilted her head to look at Pete and blushed lightly. “Maybe this is his way of keeping Clark away…”
Pet looked positively ferocious as he nodded. “Sure, if he keeps Clark away, he thinks you’ll forget about him and he can move on you when they come back— slimy bastard.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and managed to stop herself from muttering God help me. “I’m pretty sure the agenda is just ‘Let’s take a trip’. But enjoy your fantasies.” I know I’ll enjoy mine. She slammed her locker and glanced at Lana. How did you manage to get to the point where everything, all the time, was all about you? You had to kind of admire that sort of relentless self-involvement—it was almost an art form.
She said good-bye to Pete and Lana and strolled up the hall towards her class. Speaking of art-- she smirked to herself, she was willing to bet Clark didn’t mean Lana when he doodled L.L. around his fancy little border on that brochure, or at least his subconscious didn’t—she was going to grill Clark like Elliot Ness on Frank Nitti when he came back from that trip….
continued in part 3
Part 1
IIAnd Then…
Clark whistled as he made his way through the crowd of kids in the hallway, forgetting to walk in his usual drawn in and slightly hunched ‘please don’t notice me’ way and consequently he was taking up quite a bit of hall. He was happy, absorbed and not really noticing that the kids parted before him like wheat in a high wind. He was so pre-occupied with his up-coming trip that he felt like he was floating—he checked quickly—he couldn’t wait to share the news with his friends. And okay, maybe indulge in a minor amount of Nyah-nyahs, but not enough to be obnoxious. Too obnoxious.
Chloe was standing in front of her locker, talking about something with Pete, excitement making her cheeks pink. Cute, Clark thought. Something good must going on for Chloe—maybe the Daily Planet internship came through….
As soon as Chloe caught sight of him, she grinned from ear to ear, and lunged for his arm.
“Clark! Guess who won’t be rotting away in Smallville all summer long? Guess who got the coolest job ever?”
“Ummm…Pete? Lana? That kid who sits in the back of math class and smells like moth balls and paints his nails navy blue?”
Chloe backhanded him in the chest and he obligingly went ‘woof’ and Pete rolled his eyes.
“For God’s sake Clark, don’t get her wound up! I only have one lifetime here…”
Clark grinned and laughed a little; he caught Chloe’s hand as it went into the windup for another attack. “Congratulations—you got the internship, right?” Chloe just grinned back, her eyes sparkled and she positively vibrated, she was so excited that Clark felt like he was holding hands with a live wire, a cute little live wire. She jus broadcast energy all around her; so much that even Pete was sucked into her enthusiasm.
He grinned wide as he watched Chloe bounce and winked at Clark. “I told her it was great news, Clark, but it’s not really fair to show off like that, I mean, think of me--doing slave work all summer long at the courthouse.” He mock pouted, and Chloe laughed.
“No, Pete, don’t think of it that way, think of it as an opportunity to learn about how government really works, keep your eyes and ears open, and I’ll bet you uncover a lot of dirt-”
“Speaking of opportunity,” Clark began. And was cut off by Pete.
“Only a future investigative reporter would think of this as an opportunity, Ms. Muckraker…I see it as a chance to schlep file boxes around and empty wastebaskets, and yeah, let’s not forget fetching coffee…”
“Speaking of opportunities,’ Clark tried again, “Guess what?”
“Ha!” Chloe laughed. “Schlep? Have you been reading SJ Perelman,” she grinned.
“SJ who?” Pete asked, his forehead wrinkled in puzzlement. “Who the heck is--”
“Hello!” Clark exploded. “I’m here in the hallway with you—trying to speak!”
The two looked at Clark in surprise, and Chloe gestured. “Oh please! Do go on Clark, gosh, excuse us for monopolizing your valuable time, and all.” Pete chimed in. “Oh yeah, please do tell us what’s so important--we’re all a-twitter. Shut up,” he said at Chloe’s snort of disbelief.
“A-twitter?”
Pete scowled, “You try reading bedtime stories to your pain in the ass little cousin and see if it doesn’t rub off some.” He groaned. “All summer, slaving and babysitting for the Demon Spawn—all I can say is, I better be rich by the end of it…”
“Uncharted territory for me, thank God. Not having to share a single thing with…” She fell silent at the look on Clark’s face and Pete continued, oblivious to Clark’s impending explosion. “Go ahead, out with it, boy—what’s the news--brand spanking new paper hats at the market this year—or do you get a shiny new nametag--”
“I’m going to Europe for the summer with Lex!” he shouted.
Everyone in the hall stopped and turned to look at them. A smattering of applause broke the silence and a voice called out “There ya go, Kent, out and proud.”
Laughter filled the air and the crowd moved on and Clark stood in the center of it like a bright red extremely mortified iceberg.
Chloe’s eye’s lit up but she kept quiet. Pete yelped. “What the fuck Clark! Whaddya mean? Your parents are letting you leave the country with *him*!”
“Of course—what—you act like he’s going to sell me into slavery the minute we leave—it’s going to be great—we’ll get a chance to do the continent!”
Chloe burst into laughter. “Oh my god Clark, do you have any idea how that sounds?” she snickered and tried to control herself. “Do the continent…heee…Who are you, Bette Davis?”
Clark asked her desperately, “Shut up please.” He was still getting odd looks and giggles still floated his way.
Pete forged on. “Why Lex? Why the summer? He’s so full of himself—creepy bastard,” ignoring the hurt look on Clark’s face.
Chloe shot Pete a warning look, but picked up the thread. “ I can’t see it either Clark—I mean I can’t see Lex offering to take you overseas out of the blue like that,” she said skeptically.
Clark turned to his locker next to Chloe’s, and yanked the door open almost too forcefully. “Yeah well, he could, and he did,” he snapped and grabbed a handful of books, fumbled a notebook that spilled its paper guts out over the floor. He dropped to his knees and scooted the papers together but not before Chloe’s sharp eyes locked on a travel brochure and she snatched it up.
There on the cover was an ancient picture of Julie Andrews, clothed in a Hollywood version of Austrian dress, a frame doodled around her and little arrows drawn pointing all around the title, “The Sound Of Music Tour”
“What the hell?” Chloe burst into laughter; Pete leaned against her as the both of them laughed until tears spilled.
Lana came up the hall behind them. “Hey you guys, you better get to class before the final bell—what’s so funny?”
Chloe thrust the pamphlet at her. “Oh, God—look at this, will you?”
Lana took the glossy paper and stared at it as if it contained the secrets of the universe, but due to the perfidious machinations of others, she was the only one not to understand. Her eyes were dark with confusion as she handed the brochure back to Chloe.
“What does it mean?” She looked at Clark, who blushed and shrugged. “I—I like the movie?” He beamed at her, and she returned his smile, tucked her hair back from her face as her cheeks turned pink in response to Clark’s intense smile.
Clark told her what was going on, and smiled non-stop at her, his nerves were tingling with the feeling he always got around Lana. He spoke right into her beautiful eyes. He loved looking at her and every time he talked to her he wanted to touch her, remembered how silky and nice her hair felt, how smooth and warm her skin was but he just kept smiling. Hoped he wasn’t crossing into frightening goofy grin territory as he told her, “Lex is taking me to Europe this summer. He offered,” he said, cutting his eye toward Chloe, who gave him a look of supreme innocence. “As a graduation gift,” he continued. And for the first time since the excitement of it all filled his head, the tiniest thinnest sliver of doubt wormed its way into Clark’s brain. He did offer, didn’t he? He’d told him he had a special gift for him, if his dad allowed it…Well of course! What could be more special than a trip overseas, right?
Satisfied, Clark smiled at Lana with renewed wattage and blushed to the hairline when Lana licked her lips with a tiny pink pointed tongue just like a kitten, and his mind went terrible places involving a warm wet tongue and sensitive spots and…Clark snatched his brochure out of Chloe’s hand and made a mental note to stop by the Triple-A and get a nice new one….
He took off down the hallway with a sketchy wave and as Lana stared after him, Pete scowled at Clark’s disappearing back.
“Why Lex? I don’t get it. Clark’s not a guy who’s impressed by material things…I don’t *get* it.”
Lana turned back to them. “You know—Lex has been rather attentive to me lately,” she tilted her head to look at Pete and blushed lightly. “Maybe this is his way of keeping Clark away…”
Pet looked positively ferocious as he nodded. “Sure, if he keeps Clark away, he thinks you’ll forget about him and he can move on you when they come back— slimy bastard.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and managed to stop herself from muttering God help me. “I’m pretty sure the agenda is just ‘Let’s take a trip’. But enjoy your fantasies.” I know I’ll enjoy mine. She slammed her locker and glanced at Lana. How did you manage to get to the point where everything, all the time, was all about you? You had to kind of admire that sort of relentless self-involvement—it was almost an art form.
She said good-bye to Pete and Lana and strolled up the hall towards her class. Speaking of art-- she smirked to herself, she was willing to bet Clark didn’t mean Lana when he doodled L.L. around his fancy little border on that brochure, or at least his subconscious didn’t—she was going to grill Clark like Elliot Ness on Frank Nitti when he came back from that trip….
continued in part 3
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7/4/05 03:15 am (UTC)And poor Lex - he just doesn't know what's hit him!
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7/4/05 03:19 am (UTC)That's some go rationalization there Clark - I wonder where I can pick up such a fine vintage.
Lana turned back to them. “You know-Lex has been rather attentive to me lately,” she tilted her head to look at Pete and blushed lightly. “Maybe this is his way of keeping Clark away...”
Pet looked positively ferocious as he nodded. “Sure, if he keeps Clark away, he thinks you'll forget about him and he can move on you when they come back- slimy bastard.”
I have to agree with Chloe - Lana does have a gift with making it all about her. I am sorry, but any attention that Lex is paying her is only in her head. I do love how no one could possible think that Lex was doing something nice for Clark - their minds would change if they had heard Clark get his gift of the trip. Hee.
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7/4/05 04:09 am (UTC)Lex is so cute here, and I do mean cute.
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7/4/05 04:06 pm (UTC)Perfect Chloe, perfect Pete and (if there were such a thing...) 'perfect' Lana!!!
And Clarky, awwwwwww!!
*idolizes*
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7/4/05 09:58 pm (UTC)Poor Clark - everybody ignoring and then doubting and making fun.
But Lex will make it aaaaaaaaaaaaaall better.
:)
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7/22/05 04:24 pm (UTC)“Ummm…Pete? Lana? That kid who sits in the back of math class and smells like moth balls and paints his nails navy blue?”
Chloe backhanded him in the chest and he obligingly went ‘woof’ and Pete rolled his eyes.
“For God’s sake Clark, don’t get her wound up! I only have one lifetime here…”
And “There ya go, Kent, out and proud.” had me literally laughing out loud. I'm really enjoying the way you're doing all the characters here.
Yay!
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12/6/12 10:19 pm (UTC)That was hilarious!! I can picture the look on Chloe's face , cutting her eyes at Lana..hehehe