Disclaimers: Not mine, never was mine but oh well. Lex Luthor and Lionel Luthor do not belong to me but instead to DC Entertainment and The WB.
Author's Notes: Read and Review, people, c'mon. I know I'm a bad writer but this. Any way, a short story that I came up with during math class.
Summary: Lex Luthor and his childhood.
The room was silent, or at least as far as he could determine it to be. Sun light streamed through the gentle curtains at the window, illuminating the room with a tender light. A light he wish would just decease among the ranks of his father and his ridiculous, or at least to him, company. A company his father had proclaimed and wish for him to one day take control of. Of course, in his own state of mind, he would have it no other way but as for Lex, he rather divide himself among the ranks of civilian than royalty.
He laid in his bed, stripped to his boxer shorts and twisted in silk linens. A light sweat scattered about on his abnormal pale face. Clothes scattered, he felt no need to clean after himself, the room's finely polished wooden floors and eventually led towards an open wardrobe closest and an open door to a highly refined bathroom. A thin arm draped over the side of the mattress and a bald head laid against a soft pillow. Slight sounds of sleep escaped from thin rose lips, which were muffled by the pillow.
As dim as lit the room may appear, the stream of light that had decided to land upon his face, had burned his red shot eyes. Causing an unwanted and unannounced waive of agonizing head throbs. Lex turned over in his sleep trying to find his position of rest. Even through his sleep, he could approximately guess what time of day it was. By his approximations, it was roughly around morning and early afternoon. Not yet time to awaken, not just yet. A few more hours and he would be wide eyed and bushy tailed as ever. Another night of endless partying, exotic girls, and intoxicating drinks.
"Awake are we?" came a rather impertinent but never welcomed voice. Lex lifted his head inches from his pillow and glanced towards the direction of the tainted voice. The young Luthor resisted the temptation to roll his eyes to announce his annoyance. He instead merely dismissed the voice by sticking his head deep under his pillow. Avoiding face to face confrontation, choosing to ignore the question rather to answer.
"Your headmaster has had the pleasure to inform me of your recent behavior," Lionel Luthor sneered as he approached his son's bed.
"Well, that's good and all, dad, but as you can obviously see, I'm busy," Lex grumbled from under his pillow.
"Hey Lex, have you ever thought about cleaning this place up," a new voice more feminine voice had interrupted.
"Lex?" Inquired his father. Lex removed his head from beneath his pillow and casually glanced from his strict based father to the half naked girl leaning against the door frame of his bathroom. He resisted the urge to smirk at his father's tone of voice.
"Dad, this is Kelly," was all he said. "Kelly this is my Dad."