TITLE: 21 Things
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING: Lex Luthor/Clark Kent suggested; mere crush-a-lush
RATING: PG-13 (vague, non-descriptive sexual content)
SUMMARY: What happens when Clark get's bored with music and Chloe sorprano stuck in his head. This was supposed to be a short, but you know me. I can never keep these things short. SIGH
DISCLAIMER: The WB, DC Comics, MillarGoughInk, Tolin, Robbins, and Davola [along with whomever else] own this wonderful show. The Muse controls these fingers. I do have a couple of bucks in that jar on top of my fridge. Can I buy Michael Rosenbaum? Just for a while?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First thing in a while, I know. But I am working on the third in the You've Got a Way With Words series (the sequel to Poetry in Motion & Flight to Neverland) and time has been an issue that I wish to irradicate. Um... the issue with time, not time itself... Uh, yeah. Anyway, it feels so good to be writing my CLex again. The main reason I have not written anything in a while is because I have yet to see the ending of Season Two, or any of Season Three. I want to know nothing about them until I buy them (season two next week!!) and so you can guess that my version of the boys if probably outdated. :( You don't have to read it, obviously. I just wanted to let you know, to warn you. Even after I watch all the epis, I have a feeling that this will be my ever-present fall back for the boys. Innocently in love, poor Clark not seeing what Lex could become, Lex not seeing what Lex could become... The good years before all the bad... And sometimes preventing all the bad.
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21 Things
by Nymph Du Pave
CHAPTER ONE
Clark stared out the window, Mr. Evinston's droning voice mixing in with the background noise of the lawnmower outside. Everything Evinston ever said was in this killer monotone that just bored the class to narcolepsy.
Now Clark sat tapping his pencil and staring out the window, his tall frame slouching into the two small desk/chair combo that littered most of his classrooms. Honestly, he would prefer Evinston's monotone to the damn stupid song stuck in his head. And Chloe's completely off-key duet with Miss Morresette earlier hadn't made things any better.
"Sing from the heart, not from the mouth," he'd yelled over Chloe's screeching.
"My car, my music, my stage."
He reached into his bag and pulled out the jewelcase, glad Chlo hadn't noticed when he jacked the CD as they were getting out of her car. Out of boredom he pulled out the booklet inside and turned to the song she had been listening to on repeat. There had been a few lyrics that he'd not been able to decipher on the ride to school.
ALANIS MORISSETTE LYRICS
"21 Things I Want In A Lover"
Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds?
Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition?
Clark squirmed in his chair a little. Thoughts of his best friend interuppted his reading. Hmmm... Alanis's idea wasn't really... Well...
Dark eyes haunted him all the time. Eyes that played very dirty and it bothered Clark that it happened. Eyes he wanted to see himself in. But so much was in the way.
Do you have a big intellectual capacity but know
That it alone does not equate wisdom?
Do you see everything as an illusion?
But enjoy it even though you are not of it?
Are you both masculine and feminine?
Oh, hell yeah. That was one thing that Lex was, and Clark was only a friend - though sometimes he had this warm fuzzy feeling when the young Luthor looked at him in certain ways. A feeling that told him friends was not all that Lex wanted to be.
politically aware?
These are 21 things that I want in a lover
Do you derive joy from diving in and seeing that
These are 21 things that I want in a lover
And don't believe in capital punishment?
Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer
Loving someone can actually feel like freedom? are you funny?
self-deprecating? like adventure? and have many formed opinions?
Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer
I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter
She had a choice? Had Clark missed that memo? Had that lesson in the womb - or whatever he came from - been skipped? He knew for a fact that he had NO choice whatsoever. What he felt for Lex was a punishment in ways that he could never have imagined when he's been infatuated with Lana. What he now felt for Lex made his previous feelings for Lana look like a chase around kindergarten recess. He wanted so much, too much, and he knew this wasn't alien, this was a very human influence making him feel this way. A very sexy, bald, soft-looking human influence. And all Clark wanted was to hug him.
But he hadn't chosen to want Lex. He would have never been that smart or obscure. He had been after Lana for godsakes. Could he have been more MTV?
These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover
I'm in no hurry I could wait forever
I'm in no rush cuz I like being solo
Oh, damn, he was so in a hurry, didn't want to wait any damn longer, and when it came to Lex, there was nothing more that Clark hated than being solo when he could be part of a duo.
There are no worries and certainly no pressure in the meantime
So many worries, so much pressure. Worries about the way that Lex might or might not feel, about hiding every thing from his already too intrusive folks, about his friends and how they might react, worries about the possibility of sex and of how exactly he would keep his true self from Lex once they became something - not that he would ever be that lucky - only knowing that he could barely keep it from the man now...
I'll live like there's no tomorrow
Are you uninhibited in bed? more than three times a week?
Up for being experimental?
He was sure Lex was all of the above.
Clark shut his eyes and had to keep his hands from tightening too much and crumpling up Chloe's pristine booklet. He had imagined so many things, wanted so many things. He'd kept himself quite occupied in his Fortress of Solitude, that was when he was not up there with Lex in a constant state of idiotic teenage hope.
are you athletic?
Are you thriving in a job that helps your brother? are you not addicted?
...curious and communicative...
That was all. That was the song. And it was all wrong. It wasn't Lex at all.
Clark stirred from his deep thought to see the rest of the class pulling out their bags, going through papers and talking amongst themselves. It was time for the 15 minute study session before the end of Evinston's class. The perfect time for Clark to correct the song.
He took out his green, battered Composition Notebook, opening it without spilling too much of it's scattered contents. A blank page stared him in the face with promise. This was going to be fun.
To be continued...