What is it about some people? You know the ones.
They're so illusive, aloof, a complete mystery. You've seen
them from afar, at first, thinking there couldn't be anything
else beyond their beautiful appearance. Then there are those
who don't hide anything, what you see is what you get.
I could tell you a million reasons why I like Clark,
wait, liked Clark. I think, though, it was his eyes. A puppy
dog brown color, long, luscious eye lashes, which he doesn't
think twice about using when he's in trouble. He knows I can't
bare the 'I just lost my dog' look. Why did I stop liking him?
Two words, Lana Lang. How could I possibly love someone, who
loves someone else, who loves someone else. Is that right, yeah,
but back to the point. I refuse to sit idly by while Clark makes
drool puddles. I refuse to get pushed aside like an old toy and
then thrown away for the new. Clark's the person who from the first
time seeing him, you know how he is. He's the boy that picks up your
books if you drop them, regardless of your "popularity" status. He's
the boy that's up in the senile old lady's tree trying to rescue her cat
or cats, but, I digress. He's the boy that's an all around "nice guy",
but every "popular" girl can't see through their own dilusions of the big
muscular type being the only ones for them. I sort of pity Clark now.
All he can do is long for Lana, never making a move toward, not wanting
to hurt Whitney's feelings, and not wanting to admit his to her. If only
he could un-glue his eyes from her, for even a minute, he would see something,
not me, perhaps, but someone else, someone great.
The illusive person. Ah. This is the kind of person I've grown to
enjoy, to look forward to. In my short life, I have never met someone mysterious,
until I met Lex Luthor. Surely you've heard of him. Kind of tall, lovely blue
eyes, bald. No? Not ringing any bells? Well, let me tell you a few things
about him. He's cold. Well, not cold to everyone, but most people, especially
when it comes to buisness. I suppose he gets it from his father, Lionel Luther.
Oh, you know him, do you? Lex is usually over looked. Oh, he's just a rich boy,
living off his father, he's so bad, blah, blah, blah. I've heard it a thousand
times, oh, don't get my friend Pete started on Lex. I think he's the president
of the "I hate all Luthors club" with Clark's dad being vice president. I know
Lex did some...for lack of a better word, questionable things. But, don't we all
make mistakes, don't we all deserve a second chance, and in some cases a third or
fourth? You probably think I'm a small town girl, good to the bone, right?
Well....okay, okay, I am, but it's not like being good is bad. I mean it has
its own perks in its own. But, there's always that little devil sitting on
the left side of someones shoulder, I know mine, that pokes and prods, until
it gets what it wants. The bad side of a person, is by far the most interesting.
It gives the person character, if it doesn't make you frightened.
Lex, I hate to say, has a way with people. He's the only one who can lie
through his teeth and have everyone believe him. I think I'm going to call him
Lucky from now on, not to his face of course, I'm kind of on a edge when he's around.
I mean, I know he wouldn't hurt me or anything, but I'd hate to see him absolutely
furious, with no restraint. Lex is lucky though, no matter what bad thing that
happens to him, he lands on his feet, like a cat. He even sometimes smiles like
that cat from Alice in Wonderland. That smile makes me want to roll up into a
ball and shield myself from the devilish things he might be thinking. And, I
realize I'm rambling, but I don't really care. I haven't been able to say, not
to anyone, not even aloud, for fear of having someone hear me. I think...I know
I'm falling for Lex. Ha! There I wrote it, now if only I could say it. Maybe
another few months and I'll whisper it.
Funny how people just creep up on you. About before, you know, Lex
being a cat, well, he is. He snuck up on me, wanna guess where? The library,
of all places, I would have thought he would have sent one of his gazillian
servants to do his bidding. I know that's kind of harsh, but I never known
someone who had servants. I guess I'm kind of jealous.
I think he knows that I think he had something to do
with the Nicodemus plant. Did I mention my little theory, no?
Well, where would the "good doctor" get the money to bring back
the flower. Someone would've had to have backed him with money a
nd the lab, which was quite a lab, I might add. Someone with tons
of money and willing to loan it out, per se, without having it come
back to him in one way or another.
I didn't intend to touch his face, it just happened. I know, I know,
that's a lame excuse. Like when someone cheats, the victim asks, how did it
happen and the "villian" says "it just happened." Yeah, well, things just
don't happen, do they? We were snarking, you know, that little friendly snark,
where you try to make an ass out of the other person, while making yourself
appear intelligent. He's had lots of practice, I can tell, he kicks my ass
all the time, and he absolutely must have the last word. I like to how the
world would go on if Lex Luthor didn't have the last word. Anyways, he mentioned
something about finishing the interview, he was bored at his, I think his words
were, "humble abode." Humble abode my ass, more like giganta-huge abode, or big
ass house could be used. For the first time since I've talked to him, he made me
go off into my own little wonderland. Let's just say, naughty, naughty thoughts
entered my head about him, some involving chocolate syrup and such, I must remind
myself to slap my hand later, but I'd much prefer to slap Lex's ass. There're
those naughty thoughts again. Lost in my little world I stroked his face, absent
mindedly. He just sat there, staring, mouth slightly ajar. I was paying attention,
yet, I wasn't. Then, surprising the hell out of me, he took my hand in his and
started nibbling on my fingers. I was enjoying it, quite thoroughly actually,
until my "good girl" syndrome took over. I stood up quickly, knocking over the
chair I was sitting in. Lex looke rather surprised, and I think I saw sorrow
well up in him. I think I mumbled something about homework and like the coward
I am, ran away. But, see that's not the problem, me being a coward and all,
I've fallen for Lex, right? So, when he responded to my, less than hesitant
touch, could it be that he feels something for me, as well?
They're so illusive, aloof, a complete mystery. You've seen
them from afar, at first, thinking there couldn't be anything
else beyond their beautiful appearance. Then there are those
who don't hide anything, what you see is what you get.
I could tell you a million reasons why I like Clark,
wait, liked Clark. I think, though, it was his eyes. A puppy
dog brown color, long, luscious eye lashes, which he doesn't
think twice about using when he's in trouble. He knows I can't
bare the 'I just lost my dog' look. Why did I stop liking him?
Two words, Lana Lang. How could I possibly love someone, who
loves someone else, who loves someone else. Is that right, yeah,
but back to the point. I refuse to sit idly by while Clark makes
drool puddles. I refuse to get pushed aside like an old toy and
then thrown away for the new. Clark's the person who from the first
time seeing him, you know how he is. He's the boy that picks up your
books if you drop them, regardless of your "popularity" status. He's
the boy that's up in the senile old lady's tree trying to rescue her cat
or cats, but, I digress. He's the boy that's an all around "nice guy",
but every "popular" girl can't see through their own dilusions of the big
muscular type being the only ones for them. I sort of pity Clark now.
All he can do is long for Lana, never making a move toward, not wanting
to hurt Whitney's feelings, and not wanting to admit his to her. If only
he could un-glue his eyes from her, for even a minute, he would see something,
not me, perhaps, but someone else, someone great.
The illusive person. Ah. This is the kind of person I've grown to
enjoy, to look forward to. In my short life, I have never met someone mysterious,
until I met Lex Luthor. Surely you've heard of him. Kind of tall, lovely blue
eyes, bald. No? Not ringing any bells? Well, let me tell you a few things
about him. He's cold. Well, not cold to everyone, but most people, especially
when it comes to buisness. I suppose he gets it from his father, Lionel Luther.
Oh, you know him, do you? Lex is usually over looked. Oh, he's just a rich boy,
living off his father, he's so bad, blah, blah, blah. I've heard it a thousand
times, oh, don't get my friend Pete started on Lex. I think he's the president
of the "I hate all Luthors club" with Clark's dad being vice president. I know
Lex did some...for lack of a better word, questionable things. But, don't we all
make mistakes, don't we all deserve a second chance, and in some cases a third or
fourth? You probably think I'm a small town girl, good to the bone, right?
Well....okay, okay, I am, but it's not like being good is bad. I mean it has
its own perks in its own. But, there's always that little devil sitting on
the left side of someones shoulder, I know mine, that pokes and prods, until
it gets what it wants. The bad side of a person, is by far the most interesting.
It gives the person character, if it doesn't make you frightened.
Lex, I hate to say, has a way with people. He's the only one who can lie
through his teeth and have everyone believe him. I think I'm going to call him
Lucky from now on, not to his face of course, I'm kind of on a edge when he's around.
I mean, I know he wouldn't hurt me or anything, but I'd hate to see him absolutely
furious, with no restraint. Lex is lucky though, no matter what bad thing that
happens to him, he lands on his feet, like a cat. He even sometimes smiles like
that cat from Alice in Wonderland. That smile makes me want to roll up into a
ball and shield myself from the devilish things he might be thinking. And, I
realize I'm rambling, but I don't really care. I haven't been able to say, not
to anyone, not even aloud, for fear of having someone hear me. I think...I know
I'm falling for Lex. Ha! There I wrote it, now if only I could say it. Maybe
another few months and I'll whisper it.
Funny how people just creep up on you. About before, you know, Lex
being a cat, well, he is. He snuck up on me, wanna guess where? The library,
of all places, I would have thought he would have sent one of his gazillian
servants to do his bidding. I know that's kind of harsh, but I never known
someone who had servants. I guess I'm kind of jealous.
I think he knows that I think he had something to do
with the Nicodemus plant. Did I mention my little theory, no?
Well, where would the "good doctor" get the money to bring back
the flower. Someone would've had to have backed him with money a
nd the lab, which was quite a lab, I might add. Someone with tons
of money and willing to loan it out, per se, without having it come
back to him in one way or another.
I didn't intend to touch his face, it just happened. I know, I know,
that's a lame excuse. Like when someone cheats, the victim asks, how did it
happen and the "villian" says "it just happened." Yeah, well, things just
don't happen, do they? We were snarking, you know, that little friendly snark,
where you try to make an ass out of the other person, while making yourself
appear intelligent. He's had lots of practice, I can tell, he kicks my ass
all the time, and he absolutely must have the last word. I like to how the
world would go on if Lex Luthor didn't have the last word. Anyways, he mentioned
something about finishing the interview, he was bored at his, I think his words
were, "humble abode." Humble abode my ass, more like giganta-huge abode, or big
ass house could be used. For the first time since I've talked to him, he made me
go off into my own little wonderland. Let's just say, naughty, naughty thoughts
entered my head about him, some involving chocolate syrup and such, I must remind
myself to slap my hand later, but I'd much prefer to slap Lex's ass. There're
those naughty thoughts again. Lost in my little world I stroked his face, absent
mindedly. He just sat there, staring, mouth slightly ajar. I was paying attention,
yet, I wasn't. Then, surprising the hell out of me, he took my hand in his and
started nibbling on my fingers. I was enjoying it, quite thoroughly actually,
until my "good girl" syndrome took over. I stood up quickly, knocking over the
chair I was sitting in. Lex looke rather surprised, and I think I saw sorrow
well up in him. I think I mumbled something about homework and like the coward
I am, ran away. But, see that's not the problem, me being a coward and all,
I've fallen for Lex, right? So, when he responded to my, less than hesitant
touch, could it be that he feels something for me, as well?