Started and Finished: July 14, 2002
Last Episode Seen Before Writing: Tempest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. If I did I would give everyone someone to love them.and kill off Lana!
Kiss It Away
Chapter 1- Drunken Escapade
Clark is gone. The only thing I have to console myself is this rather small cup of punch. I think it's spiked. No, I'm sure it's spiked. I've only had two glasses. Okay, okay. I've had eight. What else can I do? Clark left. Pete's glued to Erica. I've been waiting for almost an hour for Clark to come back. He hasn't yet and I've just about given up hope.
The principals have barricaded the doors. A few people have sought refuge here from the storm. Coming from the windy streets to huddle in a corner. Huddling doesn't seem like a bad idea.
You know what? I am NOT going to stay around here and feel sorry for myself. As I slam my cup onto the table the pink liquid spills out onto my dress, but I don't care. I won't let Clark do this to me.
I try not to think about what I'm getting myself into as I rush to the Torch office. All the alcohol is really helping with that. I shut the door behind myself and pull a chair up under the window. Climbing out of windows is a lot harder than those teen dramas make them out to be! Crap. I forgot my keys. Back in the window. I am starting to think that the alcohol wasn't a good idea after all. I can't even remember my damn keys. I don't even want to think about my driving skills in my current state.
Out of the parking lot. Onto the road. Where am I going again? Right. Clark. Bus station. He promised he wouldn't leave me. He even kissed me to seal the deal. Jerk. Doesn't he know that you shouldn't make promises you don't want to keep? This new wave of anger is clearing my head. Who knew that blinding rage was the thing to cure you of your inebriated state? I'll have to remember that.
Wow. It's really kicking up out here. There's things flying across the road. If I wasn't so drunk I would probably pee my pants. What the hell?!?! Damn! I thought there were three tornadoes? Why is there only one? Shit! I am in big trouble.
Wait. What's that red thing? Is that a truck? There's something holding it. Clark?! That's Whitney's truck. Clark is pulling the truck out of the twister. CLARK is pulling the truck out of the twister. This is some freaky shit. I wince as a large beam hits Clark in the back. He didn't even blink. What the hell is he? Why wouldn't he tell me he was some sort of superhuman? I see how it is, now. I see nothing but red.
Actually, I'm not seeing much through my tears. The twister's dying down, but my own storm is just starting. I rev the engine as Clark sets the truck down on the pavement. As I speed towards him a look of pained horror crosses his features.
I am beginning to really appreciate the amount of alcohol in my system. I wouldn't do this if I wasn't drunk. That beam didn't phase him, let's see if this will. I scream as I bear down on Clark. He puts his hands out to brace himself as I ram into him at full speed.
My body flies forward into the steering column. My head slams into the windshield. The last thing I see is Clark looking at me through the windshield. Is he crying? What have I done?
Last Episode Seen Before Writing: Tempest
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. If I did I would give everyone someone to love them.and kill off Lana!
Kiss It Away
Chapter 1- Drunken Escapade
Clark is gone. The only thing I have to console myself is this rather small cup of punch. I think it's spiked. No, I'm sure it's spiked. I've only had two glasses. Okay, okay. I've had eight. What else can I do? Clark left. Pete's glued to Erica. I've been waiting for almost an hour for Clark to come back. He hasn't yet and I've just about given up hope.
The principals have barricaded the doors. A few people have sought refuge here from the storm. Coming from the windy streets to huddle in a corner. Huddling doesn't seem like a bad idea.
You know what? I am NOT going to stay around here and feel sorry for myself. As I slam my cup onto the table the pink liquid spills out onto my dress, but I don't care. I won't let Clark do this to me.
I try not to think about what I'm getting myself into as I rush to the Torch office. All the alcohol is really helping with that. I shut the door behind myself and pull a chair up under the window. Climbing out of windows is a lot harder than those teen dramas make them out to be! Crap. I forgot my keys. Back in the window. I am starting to think that the alcohol wasn't a good idea after all. I can't even remember my damn keys. I don't even want to think about my driving skills in my current state.
Out of the parking lot. Onto the road. Where am I going again? Right. Clark. Bus station. He promised he wouldn't leave me. He even kissed me to seal the deal. Jerk. Doesn't he know that you shouldn't make promises you don't want to keep? This new wave of anger is clearing my head. Who knew that blinding rage was the thing to cure you of your inebriated state? I'll have to remember that.
Wow. It's really kicking up out here. There's things flying across the road. If I wasn't so drunk I would probably pee my pants. What the hell?!?! Damn! I thought there were three tornadoes? Why is there only one? Shit! I am in big trouble.
Wait. What's that red thing? Is that a truck? There's something holding it. Clark?! That's Whitney's truck. Clark is pulling the truck out of the twister. CLARK is pulling the truck out of the twister. This is some freaky shit. I wince as a large beam hits Clark in the back. He didn't even blink. What the hell is he? Why wouldn't he tell me he was some sort of superhuman? I see how it is, now. I see nothing but red.
Actually, I'm not seeing much through my tears. The twister's dying down, but my own storm is just starting. I rev the engine as Clark sets the truck down on the pavement. As I speed towards him a look of pained horror crosses his features.
I am beginning to really appreciate the amount of alcohol in my system. I wouldn't do this if I wasn't drunk. That beam didn't phase him, let's see if this will. I scream as I bear down on Clark. He puts his hands out to brace himself as I ram into him at full speed.
My body flies forward into the steering column. My head slams into the windshield. The last thing I see is Clark looking at me through the windshield. Is he crying? What have I done?