Summer To Your Heart 5/15
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roxySoooo, here's the bit I was supposed to post last night. I shall post now.Post!There we are!
What has gone before is here!
MARCH
It was cool in the woods off of the Kent farm.
That had been another revelation to Lex. A real farm, with farmers.
Mr. Kent was huge, and a little scary, and he didn’t wear overalls, just some beat up jeans. Clark’s mom wasn’t plump and didn’t wear her hair in a bun, in fact she was kind of—sexy looking, he thought and blushed, snuck a quick glance at Clark. He supposed he was feeling the same way that the guys had felt when he didn’t have rich people food for lunch. He grinned at himself. Goofy.
They gotten a pretty good start on the fort, and Mr. Kent was helping, or as much as Clark would let him. Lex was surprised to learn how stubborn Clark could be. Lex always saw him as a goody two shoes, but maybe not so much.
They were working on the roof; Whitney was holding a hammer for Clark, who was climbing on the roof beams, Pete was hammering away at a side wall with Lana, and Lex stood ready to run for whatever they needed.
“Clark, let me do that will you?” Mr. Kent sounded a little annoyed, and Lex glanced at him, trying to judge how angry he was, and ready to edge away when Clark yelled down, “ Dad! I’ve got it! I can do it.”
Time stopped. Lex froze. He waited for—for something terrible. But Mr. Kent just rolled his eyes at Clark and said yes sir and Pete and Lana hadn’t stopped working and Lex forced himself to relax and let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
He had so much fun that day. When they took a break from working, they sat around the little clearing eating sandwiches and drinking ice tea—and Lex thought it was the best food ever. Mrs. Kent had even sent a plastic container of cookies along, and Lex had to admit, they were better than Cook’s.
Mr. Kent talked and joked with them and at one point ruffled Lex’s hair wildly and called him ‘Red’ and it made him feel stupidly happy—he couldn’t stop grinning, not even when he caught sight of Clark smiling at him fondly.
Not even when he thought he saw Whitney glare at him.
tbc...in a little bit!
What has gone before is here!
MARCH
It was cool in the woods off of the Kent farm.
That had been another revelation to Lex. A real farm, with farmers.
Mr. Kent was huge, and a little scary, and he didn’t wear overalls, just some beat up jeans. Clark’s mom wasn’t plump and didn’t wear her hair in a bun, in fact she was kind of—sexy looking, he thought and blushed, snuck a quick glance at Clark. He supposed he was feeling the same way that the guys had felt when he didn’t have rich people food for lunch. He grinned at himself. Goofy.
They gotten a pretty good start on the fort, and Mr. Kent was helping, or as much as Clark would let him. Lex was surprised to learn how stubborn Clark could be. Lex always saw him as a goody two shoes, but maybe not so much.
They were working on the roof; Whitney was holding a hammer for Clark, who was climbing on the roof beams, Pete was hammering away at a side wall with Lana, and Lex stood ready to run for whatever they needed.
“Clark, let me do that will you?” Mr. Kent sounded a little annoyed, and Lex glanced at him, trying to judge how angry he was, and ready to edge away when Clark yelled down, “ Dad! I’ve got it! I can do it.”
Time stopped. Lex froze. He waited for—for something terrible. But Mr. Kent just rolled his eyes at Clark and said yes sir and Pete and Lana hadn’t stopped working and Lex forced himself to relax and let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
He had so much fun that day. When they took a break from working, they sat around the little clearing eating sandwiches and drinking ice tea—and Lex thought it was the best food ever. Mrs. Kent had even sent a plastic container of cookies along, and Lex had to admit, they were better than Cook’s.
Mr. Kent talked and joked with them and at one point ruffled Lex’s hair wildly and called him ‘Red’ and it made him feel stupidly happy—he couldn’t stop grinning, not even when he caught sight of Clark smiling at him fondly.
Not even when he thought he saw Whitney glare at him.
tbc...in a little bit!