A/N: here goes the first chapter to the Sequel of Carelessness. Hope you
enjoy. ;)
Disclaimer: I didn't do it. Uhh, I mean, I don't know who did it? yeah, that's it, I don't claime it either. the show that is. Huh? Talking in circles is bad for you. ;)
Chapter 1: Surprise, Surprise...
The phone startled her as she stared down into the murky depths of the dishwater. She grabbed at it blindly and kept her eyes on the indesribably chunk floating on top of the water. She crinkled her nose.
"Ivy's" She said sharply and watched carefully as the chunk disappeared into an iceberg of bubbles.
"Well, good morning to you too."
She smiled and all thoughts of the icky chunk washed away. "Lex, how are you this fine morning?"
"Good. Well, I'd be better if there were a certain red head laying in bed beside me."
She snorted, "I thought you had the hots for brunettes."
Lex smiled at the other end. "I thought I did too, but now, all I have on my mind is redheads."
She nodded to a waitress. "When are you coming again?"
"Miss me so soon?"
"Lex, it's been a month." she replied dryly, trying not to sound too overeager.
"Well, if that's how you feel about it don't look outside."
She walked around the counter and stood at the front doors. "I don't see anything." She turned and walked back towards the counter.
"Funny, I do." She whipped her head back around and he appeared in the doorway.
"LEX!!" she dropped the phone and ran into his open arms.
"Hey, babe." He smirked down at her. "So a month really is too long."
"Wa-ay too long." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
She bowed and walked back towards the counter.
"I have news." He smiled at her as she poured him a cup of coffee.
"Good or bad?" She smiled back at him and leaned over the counter, resting her elbows there.
"Depends." he took a small ivory envelope out of his pocket adressed to him and placed it on the counter in front of her.
She stared down at the wedding invitation. She knew what it was but couldn't resist asking. "What's that?" She pointed with a crooked finger at the envelope as if it were roadkill.
"A wedding invitation."
"Uh, huh, and who's is it?"
"A Mr. Kent and a Ms. Lane have requested the presence of one Mr.
Luthor, that's me," he said with a wink, "And a guest."
Chloe paled and looked at him. "No." She shook her head angrily and stepped back. "Don't even think it Lex."
He grabbed her hand and pulled toward the counter. "Ivy, come on, please be my date."
"Lex, no, I can't go there. Everyone will see me, they'll all recognize me." She turned her wrist and he let go of her.
"It's next week. On Saturday. A week from tomorrow. Come on, we'll keep a low profile, I promise. Don't you want to witness the uniting of a doomed marriage?" I smirk and see the worry on her face dissipate.
"Why would you think it'd be doomed?"
"Oh, come on Ive, Clark, man of a thousand mysteries and Lois, reporter extraordinaire. I give em two months."
He smiled and then added. "So you going to ante up?"
She let a grin sweep her face. "This is just mean."
"Not mean, let's just say we're investing ourselves in their future."
"I give em a year." She smiled and stuck out her hand.
"A year?" he raised one eyebrow in question and shook her hand. "A whole year huh?"
Chloe shrugged. "What'd Pete have to say about this?" She leaned in closer to him. He stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"He says they won't make it down the aisle." He stood up and she instantly missed the contact. She frowned slightly.
"You really think I should go with you?"
"Please, come with me. It'll be fun, I promise." he winked at her and sat on a barstool. "Please?" He pouted a little and Chloe laughed at the sight of Lex Luthor's slightly protruding lower lip. He had really loosened the reigns a bit on his emotions since his father's death.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine, I'll go."
"And you'll help me make a scene?" lex smiled ruefully.
"No, I will not make a scene, I'll be a wall flower."
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Not possible." He winked and walked out the door.
Disclaimer: I didn't do it. Uhh, I mean, I don't know who did it? yeah, that's it, I don't claime it either. the show that is. Huh? Talking in circles is bad for you. ;)
Chapter 1: Surprise, Surprise...
The phone startled her as she stared down into the murky depths of the dishwater. She grabbed at it blindly and kept her eyes on the indesribably chunk floating on top of the water. She crinkled her nose.
"Ivy's" She said sharply and watched carefully as the chunk disappeared into an iceberg of bubbles.
"Well, good morning to you too."
She smiled and all thoughts of the icky chunk washed away. "Lex, how are you this fine morning?"
"Good. Well, I'd be better if there were a certain red head laying in bed beside me."
She snorted, "I thought you had the hots for brunettes."
Lex smiled at the other end. "I thought I did too, but now, all I have on my mind is redheads."
She nodded to a waitress. "When are you coming again?"
"Miss me so soon?"
"Lex, it's been a month." she replied dryly, trying not to sound too overeager.
"Well, if that's how you feel about it don't look outside."
She walked around the counter and stood at the front doors. "I don't see anything." She turned and walked back towards the counter.
"Funny, I do." She whipped her head back around and he appeared in the doorway.
"LEX!!" she dropped the phone and ran into his open arms.
"Hey, babe." He smirked down at her. "So a month really is too long."
"Wa-ay too long." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
She bowed and walked back towards the counter.
"I have news." He smiled at her as she poured him a cup of coffee.
"Good or bad?" She smiled back at him and leaned over the counter, resting her elbows there.
"Depends." he took a small ivory envelope out of his pocket adressed to him and placed it on the counter in front of her.
She stared down at the wedding invitation. She knew what it was but couldn't resist asking. "What's that?" She pointed with a crooked finger at the envelope as if it were roadkill.
"A wedding invitation."
"Uh, huh, and who's is it?"
"A Mr. Kent and a Ms. Lane have requested the presence of one Mr.
Luthor, that's me," he said with a wink, "And a guest."
Chloe paled and looked at him. "No." She shook her head angrily and stepped back. "Don't even think it Lex."
He grabbed her hand and pulled toward the counter. "Ivy, come on, please be my date."
"Lex, no, I can't go there. Everyone will see me, they'll all recognize me." She turned her wrist and he let go of her.
"It's next week. On Saturday. A week from tomorrow. Come on, we'll keep a low profile, I promise. Don't you want to witness the uniting of a doomed marriage?" I smirk and see the worry on her face dissipate.
"Why would you think it'd be doomed?"
"Oh, come on Ive, Clark, man of a thousand mysteries and Lois, reporter extraordinaire. I give em two months."
He smiled and then added. "So you going to ante up?"
She let a grin sweep her face. "This is just mean."
"Not mean, let's just say we're investing ourselves in their future."
"I give em a year." She smiled and stuck out her hand.
"A year?" he raised one eyebrow in question and shook her hand. "A whole year huh?"
Chloe shrugged. "What'd Pete have to say about this?" She leaned in closer to him. He stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"He says they won't make it down the aisle." He stood up and she instantly missed the contact. She frowned slightly.
"You really think I should go with you?"
"Please, come with me. It'll be fun, I promise." he winked at her and sat on a barstool. "Please?" He pouted a little and Chloe laughed at the sight of Lex Luthor's slightly protruding lower lip. He had really loosened the reigns a bit on his emotions since his father's death.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine, I'll go."
"And you'll help me make a scene?" lex smiled ruefully.
"No, I will not make a scene, I'll be a wall flower."
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Not possible." He winked and walked out the door.