Author's note: this is not a Mary Sue, and I own no one but Nicole. (I
wonder if Clark's for sale though…)
Nicole sat back in the seat of the cab. Metropolis was her kind of Place. The petit brunette, a native to the cold winter of the Northwest Territories and the blizzards of northern Alberta couldn't wait to finally get away.
A self proclaimed wild Child, she had already done exactly what she'd told her goody-goody best friend Mary she would. Her tattoo still hurt a little, but she figured the devil on her shoulder would severely shock Mary into a comatose state. She snickered. What Mary was missing. The fifteen year old ran her hand through her limp light brown hair. She sprayed volumizer in it this morning, so what was the problem with it? No matter, she'd go with it, as she usually did, it fit her laid back style. She'd try anything once, whether it was sky diving, pot, or getting the worm in the tequila. She doubted her uptight cousin Lex would be happy to see her. She didn't care; she would make him like her. She had a talent for that.
The taxi pulled to a stop in front of a coffee shop in Smallville, Nicole was already killing herself over the name. Smallville. Wait till they see St.Walberg! She chuckled. The Saskatchewan town was over before it had begun, or so she remembered from an arduous drive to Regina.
She paid the driver, got her back pack and one large army bag, loaned to her by Mary, an army brat born and bred, and strode purposefully into the Café to wait for her, of course, fashionably late Cousin Lex. At least this way she'd get a chance to soak up the local atmosphere and scope out the guys.
Placing herself strategically in a corner booth, she sipped her café mocha, debating if she should approach the tall blonde near the door. She had a thing for jocks; she was the football manager for her school team, of which there were many boys, but just not enough men. This guy looked like he could fit her profile. The name on his team jacket said Whitney, she noticed.
Whitney, Whitney, Whitney. She thought. Nicole didn't have to debate for long, since he had already glanced her way. His knowing smile made Nicole feel at ease. Cocky and a bit of a show off, it was obvious, and it would be oh so much fun to try to wrap this one around her little finger. Nicole had a bit of a history of spring flings, or summer flings, or autumn flings, or, come to think of it, even winter flings. The only one that had ever held anything with her though was a Calgary boy named Bryan, but he wasn't here, and she hadn't seen him since the last Calgary stampede, plus, she wanted to have some fun, and what better way to piss of Mary than to get yet another notch on her fling list?
He was walking over, looking fine. She couldn't let him have all the fun. She stood up, walked closer to him,
"Whitney." She stated, staring past him, only to see good old Cousin Lex leaning on a wall looking quite amused, while the tall guy beside him watched on with obvious distaste. He had dark hair and strikingly blue eyes, he was cute, but he was more Mary's type than hers. She wanted something off beat and a little dangerous, and the farm boy just didn't have that look, but this Whitney…
"Do I know you?" he asked, looking at her significantly. She would swear he had X-ray vision, he was staring so hard. She gave him her favourite slow, sexy smile,
"No, but you will…That is, if you're lucky…" she said confidently, grabbing her bags and walking over to Lex and the farm boy.
"Quite an amusing performance Nicole. I was hoping that you would have a little taste in men at least, but since you picked that one, have as much fun with him as you can, then throw him back in the gutter." Lex stated, walking briskly to the car.
"He shouldn't be doing that to Lana. Doesn't he know how much she loves him?" The farm boy said, fuming.
"Clark, they're not going out! I've told you enough times that you've got to make you're move sometime!" Lex stated, exasperated. He closed the driver seat door.
"I did, she said that they were just cooling it for awhile, but not enough for her to consider dating anyone else," He sighed. "Oh, I'm Clark Kent by the way." He said offhand.
"Nicole Henwood. Lex's long lost cousin from Canada." She grinned, shaking his hand. "So who's this Lana?" She asked, getting straight to the point. She had a habit of being blunt. She was opinionated and interested, and could never keep her mouth shut until she got all the goods.
"Lana? She's Clark's girl." Lex said. Grinning as he sped down the country road.
"She's not my girl." Clark grumbled, looking out the window. Nicole sensed pining. She knew pining inside and out considering Toby was the only thing Mary ever talked about, she was obsessed with him.
"I sense a crush." She stated, poking Clark in the ribs. She never bothered with getting to know someone before they were friends. Small talk didn't suit her and it made people more comfortable if you were just their friend to start with. Clark smiled, Lex noted. It was the first one that he'd seen in awhile, ever since he'd gone to talk to Lana.
"You mean she's not his girl yet. I feel like having a little Fourth Of July Party myself. I suddenly feel patriotic," Lex chuckled. If only he could get Nicole to play along. She would be an invaluable asset, at least at the party.
"Lex. It's not going to work. Trust me. She's in love with that dufus and that's all there is to it, there's no getting around it."
Nicole put her arm around his shoulder, "Well I always say two Luthor are better than one. Trust me. You'll have little Miss Lana in your arms by midnight." She said confidently.
Lex shook his head. "I suppose it must run in the genes"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nicole asked.
"Oh, nothing…" He said. Lex was formulating a plan, and Nicole would fit just perfectly.
Nicole sat back in the seat of the cab. Metropolis was her kind of Place. The petit brunette, a native to the cold winter of the Northwest Territories and the blizzards of northern Alberta couldn't wait to finally get away.
A self proclaimed wild Child, she had already done exactly what she'd told her goody-goody best friend Mary she would. Her tattoo still hurt a little, but she figured the devil on her shoulder would severely shock Mary into a comatose state. She snickered. What Mary was missing. The fifteen year old ran her hand through her limp light brown hair. She sprayed volumizer in it this morning, so what was the problem with it? No matter, she'd go with it, as she usually did, it fit her laid back style. She'd try anything once, whether it was sky diving, pot, or getting the worm in the tequila. She doubted her uptight cousin Lex would be happy to see her. She didn't care; she would make him like her. She had a talent for that.
The taxi pulled to a stop in front of a coffee shop in Smallville, Nicole was already killing herself over the name. Smallville. Wait till they see St.Walberg! She chuckled. The Saskatchewan town was over before it had begun, or so she remembered from an arduous drive to Regina.
She paid the driver, got her back pack and one large army bag, loaned to her by Mary, an army brat born and bred, and strode purposefully into the Café to wait for her, of course, fashionably late Cousin Lex. At least this way she'd get a chance to soak up the local atmosphere and scope out the guys.
Placing herself strategically in a corner booth, she sipped her café mocha, debating if she should approach the tall blonde near the door. She had a thing for jocks; she was the football manager for her school team, of which there were many boys, but just not enough men. This guy looked like he could fit her profile. The name on his team jacket said Whitney, she noticed.
Whitney, Whitney, Whitney. She thought. Nicole didn't have to debate for long, since he had already glanced her way. His knowing smile made Nicole feel at ease. Cocky and a bit of a show off, it was obvious, and it would be oh so much fun to try to wrap this one around her little finger. Nicole had a bit of a history of spring flings, or summer flings, or autumn flings, or, come to think of it, even winter flings. The only one that had ever held anything with her though was a Calgary boy named Bryan, but he wasn't here, and she hadn't seen him since the last Calgary stampede, plus, she wanted to have some fun, and what better way to piss of Mary than to get yet another notch on her fling list?
He was walking over, looking fine. She couldn't let him have all the fun. She stood up, walked closer to him,
"Whitney." She stated, staring past him, only to see good old Cousin Lex leaning on a wall looking quite amused, while the tall guy beside him watched on with obvious distaste. He had dark hair and strikingly blue eyes, he was cute, but he was more Mary's type than hers. She wanted something off beat and a little dangerous, and the farm boy just didn't have that look, but this Whitney…
"Do I know you?" he asked, looking at her significantly. She would swear he had X-ray vision, he was staring so hard. She gave him her favourite slow, sexy smile,
"No, but you will…That is, if you're lucky…" she said confidently, grabbing her bags and walking over to Lex and the farm boy.
"Quite an amusing performance Nicole. I was hoping that you would have a little taste in men at least, but since you picked that one, have as much fun with him as you can, then throw him back in the gutter." Lex stated, walking briskly to the car.
"He shouldn't be doing that to Lana. Doesn't he know how much she loves him?" The farm boy said, fuming.
"Clark, they're not going out! I've told you enough times that you've got to make you're move sometime!" Lex stated, exasperated. He closed the driver seat door.
"I did, she said that they were just cooling it for awhile, but not enough for her to consider dating anyone else," He sighed. "Oh, I'm Clark Kent by the way." He said offhand.
"Nicole Henwood. Lex's long lost cousin from Canada." She grinned, shaking his hand. "So who's this Lana?" She asked, getting straight to the point. She had a habit of being blunt. She was opinionated and interested, and could never keep her mouth shut until she got all the goods.
"Lana? She's Clark's girl." Lex said. Grinning as he sped down the country road.
"She's not my girl." Clark grumbled, looking out the window. Nicole sensed pining. She knew pining inside and out considering Toby was the only thing Mary ever talked about, she was obsessed with him.
"I sense a crush." She stated, poking Clark in the ribs. She never bothered with getting to know someone before they were friends. Small talk didn't suit her and it made people more comfortable if you were just their friend to start with. Clark smiled, Lex noted. It was the first one that he'd seen in awhile, ever since he'd gone to talk to Lana.
"You mean she's not his girl yet. I feel like having a little Fourth Of July Party myself. I suddenly feel patriotic," Lex chuckled. If only he could get Nicole to play along. She would be an invaluable asset, at least at the party.
"Lex. It's not going to work. Trust me. She's in love with that dufus and that's all there is to it, there's no getting around it."
Nicole put her arm around his shoulder, "Well I always say two Luthor are better than one. Trust me. You'll have little Miss Lana in your arms by midnight." She said confidently.
Lex shook his head. "I suppose it must run in the genes"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nicole asked.
"Oh, nothing…" He said. Lex was formulating a plan, and Nicole would fit just perfectly.