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Summer To Your Heart 4/15
The G-rated saga continues...still there? I've tried to post this miserable bitch I don't know how many times--at this point I'm really growly, so here--
What Went Before
I have some questions for ya'll but I 'll ask later.*g*
Off the bus, and Clark trotted to catch up with Lex.
“Hey, do you have to walk home too?” he panted. Lex looked at him like he was slightly insane.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I can’t fly. How else do I get home?”
“Don’t you have like, a driver or something? Rich people on TV always have drivers.” Clark walked along beside Lex, scuffing through the leaves on the roadside.
“Boy, sorry to keep disappointing you like this,” Lex replied. “ Nope. No driver. Dad doesn’t do that stuff here. Fresh air and exercise do a body good, young man,” he said, in a voice obviously intended to mimic his dad, and Clark grinned.
”So, if it was up to you, you’d want a driver and maybe something fancy for lunch?” They both kicked up the piles of leaves on the roadside as they walked and Lex cut his eyes towards Clark, grinning as he said, “Hell, yeah! Wouldn’t you?”
Clark was simultaneously shocked and thrilled to hear Lex curse. He really was different, he thought and looked at his new friend in admiration. They were in sight of the huge stone house that Lex lived in, ‘the castle’ everyone called it, even though it didn’t look like a castle to Clark.
“Hey, I gotta go now, ok? I don’t want to get in trouble by coming home too late—say, if you feel like it later, come by my house, here,” he said and scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper ripped from
a notebook. “Whitney and I are going to build a fort, want to help?”
Clark looked so expectant that Lex grinned back at him. “If it’s ok with my dad, yeah, I’ll come.”
“Cool, Clark said and turned back to run down the road. When he’d gotten far enough away, he’d cut over into the fields out of sight and then run really fast all the way home. He was always super careful not to let anyone know he could run so fast, just like his dad said he should.
Lex watched him run and a little ball of ice in his chest melted away. He had a friend! A real friend, not someone he made up to keep his parents off his back.
He let the smile wanting to get out wreath his face, and ran up the stairs to the front door. Maybe he could get Cook to make some cookies to bring with him if his dad said he could go. Was that cool to do, he mused to himself as he waited to be let in. He better ask Clark first.
tbc--
so. Questions! Should I leave the entries in small bits like this, or larger bits? How much can you take at once? If you have questions for me, ask away!
What Went Before
I have some questions for ya'll but I 'll ask later.*g*
Off the bus, and Clark trotted to catch up with Lex.
“Hey, do you have to walk home too?” he panted. Lex looked at him like he was slightly insane.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I can’t fly. How else do I get home?”
“Don’t you have like, a driver or something? Rich people on TV always have drivers.” Clark walked along beside Lex, scuffing through the leaves on the roadside.
“Boy, sorry to keep disappointing you like this,” Lex replied. “ Nope. No driver. Dad doesn’t do that stuff here. Fresh air and exercise do a body good, young man,” he said, in a voice obviously intended to mimic his dad, and Clark grinned.
”So, if it was up to you, you’d want a driver and maybe something fancy for lunch?” They both kicked up the piles of leaves on the roadside as they walked and Lex cut his eyes towards Clark, grinning as he said, “Hell, yeah! Wouldn’t you?”
Clark was simultaneously shocked and thrilled to hear Lex curse. He really was different, he thought and looked at his new friend in admiration. They were in sight of the huge stone house that Lex lived in, ‘the castle’ everyone called it, even though it didn’t look like a castle to Clark.
“Hey, I gotta go now, ok? I don’t want to get in trouble by coming home too late—say, if you feel like it later, come by my house, here,” he said and scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper ripped from
a notebook. “Whitney and I are going to build a fort, want to help?”
Clark looked so expectant that Lex grinned back at him. “If it’s ok with my dad, yeah, I’ll come.”
“Cool, Clark said and turned back to run down the road. When he’d gotten far enough away, he’d cut over into the fields out of sight and then run really fast all the way home. He was always super careful not to let anyone know he could run so fast, just like his dad said he should.
Lex watched him run and a little ball of ice in his chest melted away. He had a friend! A real friend, not someone he made up to keep his parents off his back.
He let the smile wanting to get out wreath his face, and ran up the stairs to the front door. Maybe he could get Cook to make some cookies to bring with him if his dad said he could go. Was that cool to do, he mused to himself as he waited to be let in. He better ask Clark first.
tbc--
so. Questions! Should I leave the entries in small bits like this, or larger bits? How much can you take at once? If you have questions for me, ask away!
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Any size bits at all are fine, as long as it keeps coming. Just give us what you've got.
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I'm glad you liked that bit! It was my favorite. *happy smile*
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Just give us what you've got, the story or otherwise. *weg*
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Hmm.
Let me re-phrase.
Post as much or as little as you want; I'll sure keep reading this delightful story :)
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Naaaaw! just kidding!
unless you think it could work...
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Heee.
I'm just greedy.
Post as you like, i'll read whatever you put up, size really makes no difference.
*pets the bois*
So innocent and nice!
Hee.
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Don't worry!!
It'll all be okay.
:)
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To EVERYONE: She's so holding out!!!
But then again, it's kind of pretty like this. Like little nibbles of a sandwich your mom packed you for lunch or something. :)
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But then again, it's kind of pretty like this. Like little nibbles of a sandwich your mom packed you for lunch or something. :)
Aw! I like that! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, like I'm doing something nice for y'all. Instead of filling your lunch boxes with porn like I usually do. *G*
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This line made me smile so much!
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This is cool. I am loving it :)
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