One essential friend.
By: Jezebel the Temptress
Disclaimers: WB and any other related companies own them. They are certainly not
mine.
Categories: Angst
Summary: Lex's musings on his friendship with Clark.
Notes: I just had to write this when I read this quote, I'm trying to keep up with my
other stories so this is only a snippet, but do review, let me know if I have Lex's
character right.

"Everybody needs one essential friend."
-- William Glasser

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Lex stared into his glass of 50 year old, $500 dollar a bottle Brandy and sighed. He
had just spent an hour in the Beanery with Clark, watching as the other boy moped
over Lana Lang. Puppy love was sickening, just like the Osmonds that had sung
about it and yet here he was feeling exactly the same way. He had not had a crush
since he was a pimple faced schoolboy with short trousers and a bald head that got
him bullied by his peers. Also being the son of a rich American business man had
usually gotten him what he wanted, he was not a spoiled child by any stretch of the
imagination but neither was he a man that was not used to taking No for an answer.
Now he found himself pining over a 15 year old boy that he could not have.

Oh, he was sure that he could tempt Clark into his bed, whether with the ruse of
teaching him to be more sophisticated, educating him in the ways of the world as it
were, or through pandering to Clark's naturally enquiring mind. Clark would be easy
to get into his bed once, but Lex knew that one taste would never be enough and he
knew that he would never keep Clark interested long enough to get him to stay. Clark
was a farmboy in every sense of the word, the apple of his mother's eye and the pride
and joy of his law abiding father. Even Clark's pathetic attempts at teenage rebellion,
of a wild party and of lying to his parents to stay out late were part of the American
dream that Lionel Luthor had never bought into. Clark could be the all American
hero if his father let him play ball and Lex was sure that there was a 4.0 GPA to match
the amazing strength and speed that the boy had.

Lex sighed again, a habit that he seemed to have picked up from his young friend and
one that was becoming more and more frequent as his thoughts darkened. He would
not admit that he was in love with Clark, but there was a feeling inside him that Clark
was the one person that he would want in his life forever, the one person that truly
understood him, what pained Lex the most was that Clark Kent would only ever be
his friend and that meant that he was destined to a life alone.

Taking a final gulp of the brandy Lex reached out to refill his glass, oh well, if he
couldn't have Clark he at least had his money, and while that could not buy him the
love he so desperately wanted it would give him the cushion he needed to soften the
blow. Maybe with enough money he could buy Lana's affections for Clark, that way
at least one of them would be happy. He wondered if Lana would like to go with
Clark to a concert or something, if he manouvered the pair together then Clark might
get what he wanted and stop moping over Lana, better yet he might see her for the
badly drawn two dimensional person she was and get over completely.

Lex hoped that his efforts would work, if he couldn't be a lover he could at least be a
good friend.

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The End