Whoever coined the phrase 'no strings attached' should be shot. There's no such thing, trust me, I learned the hard way. I must have been on drugs when I agreed to a no-strings relationship with Lex Luthor. Fresh out of high school, college deferred for a year so I could go travel around Europe, most of my friends already left, it somehow made sense. We'd been business partners for nearly three years, and I like to think we'd become more than just partners somewhere along the line. And slightly further along that line that had transpired into sex. He wasn't my first, me and Clark had attempted a relationship in our senior year, and for a while it was good. But eventually it got to a stage when neither of us could carry on pretending anymore - the reality hadn't lived up to the dream and we went back to just good friends. Less than two weeks after graduation him and Chloe had left for Metropolis, getting a head start on college by interning at the Daily Planet. Pete stayed around a few weeks longer, but, I don't know, it was almost like without Clark or Chloe there was no me and Pete. We'd never been that close, besides, it wasn't long before he left to go spend the summer with his brother in Colorado.
One by one everybody seemed to disappear, until it was just me and Lex left in Smallville. A recently married Lex, but I didn't see much of Helen, I don't think even he did, and that's what got us into this mess in the first place. I can still remember the first time it happened, at the mansion, following a particularly boring progress meeting which had been made easier by the bottle of gin we'd drank between us. One thing led to another, you can guess what happened next, and despite my resolve that it would never happen again, it did. On numerous occasions. I guess I shut down my brain and acted on my emotions instead, because whenever I switched on my brain all I could be is appalled with myself, even more so with Lex. But I was young, about to embark on a big adventure, and a part of me thought I could handle it.
Three months later, thousands of miles away, I realised that there is no such thing as an act without consequence. I'd been having the time of my life, seeing the sights by day, experiencing the culture by night, slowly making my way around everything Europe had to offer. I'd seen things I'd never be able to back home, witnessed a whole different way of life, day by day falling a little bit more in love with everything about it. If I liked a town I'd stay a few days, maybe a week, meeting new and exciting people along the way.
I guess that's why it took me so long to realise. It never even crossed my mind, but when I thought about it the signs had been there. I'd skipped a period or two, but I'd never been regular so didn't think too much of it. Whenever I felt sick in the morning, which wasn't that often, there was always the excuse of the night before to blame it on, and I just never even considered the possibility. Except one day, as I was sitting in a little café in southern Italy just watching the world go by, the pieces of the jigsaw fit together. Thousands of miles away from home, two months into a six month adventure and pregnant.
One by one everybody seemed to disappear, until it was just me and Lex left in Smallville. A recently married Lex, but I didn't see much of Helen, I don't think even he did, and that's what got us into this mess in the first place. I can still remember the first time it happened, at the mansion, following a particularly boring progress meeting which had been made easier by the bottle of gin we'd drank between us. One thing led to another, you can guess what happened next, and despite my resolve that it would never happen again, it did. On numerous occasions. I guess I shut down my brain and acted on my emotions instead, because whenever I switched on my brain all I could be is appalled with myself, even more so with Lex. But I was young, about to embark on a big adventure, and a part of me thought I could handle it.
Three months later, thousands of miles away, I realised that there is no such thing as an act without consequence. I'd been having the time of my life, seeing the sights by day, experiencing the culture by night, slowly making my way around everything Europe had to offer. I'd seen things I'd never be able to back home, witnessed a whole different way of life, day by day falling a little bit more in love with everything about it. If I liked a town I'd stay a few days, maybe a week, meeting new and exciting people along the way.
I guess that's why it took me so long to realise. It never even crossed my mind, but when I thought about it the signs had been there. I'd skipped a period or two, but I'd never been regular so didn't think too much of it. Whenever I felt sick in the morning, which wasn't that often, there was always the excuse of the night before to blame it on, and I just never even considered the possibility. Except one day, as I was sitting in a little café in southern Italy just watching the world go by, the pieces of the jigsaw fit together. Thousands of miles away from home, two months into a six month adventure and pregnant.