Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a fic, so review this chapter. And if you likes, I'll add more.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the smallville characters(although I wish I did), but the OC's are mine. Ask permission if you want to use them.;)
Clark looked down at the heaping basket of fresh vegetables in his lap and sighed. " Mom, I think that the whole 'Take your new neighbors a welcome basket' thing died back in..oh I dunno, the stone age?" Moving trucks had been coming in all week, and not to mention several large horse trailors. Clark couldn't hardly get any chores done with all the distractions, espically since he was a little too curious.
"Clark, aren't you the least little bit interested as to who's gonna be right next door to you? I hear these new people are like some big shot horse people from out east. Thier new buisnesses will open up all kinds of job opportunites in this town. And its polite to welcome your new neighbors." Martha turned down the long, fence lined drive way that lead to the house in question.
"Do they still qualify as your neighbor if you can't even SEE their house from yours?" Clark was actually nervous about this. He had used his powers to listen in on one of the trucks driving by, and knew there was at least two girls moving in that was his age. And everyone knows how well Clark deals with the opposite sex.
"This is only gonna take a few minutes, so just grin and bear it." Martha shut off the truck in front of the two story log farm house. She and Clark walked up to the door slowly taking in their surroundings.
There was a large horse barn over to the right with an immence riding arena next to it. There was a few horses out in the pasture, shadowed by tall oak trees, lazily grazing on the lush orchard grass that grew there. Several foals lay sprawled in the shade, tryin to seek relief from the summer sun. Clark noticed a smaller barn over to the left on a hill, surrounded by steel pannels. hmmm. As they stepped up the door, they heard loud country music coming from the other side. Martha rang the door bell before she slowly looked over to Clark as she listened to the words.
'She's ridin' in the middle of his pick-up truck, blarin' Charlie Daniels yellin' "Turn it up!" They raised her up a lady, but there's one thing they couldn't avoid. Ladies love country boys.'
The door suddenly swung open to reveal a shirtless guy in his late twenties. He sported a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and a "PBR" ball cap. He had an athletic build, dark green eyes and little beads of sweat was rolling down his rustic face.
"Howdy. The names Ely Edwards. Sorry for my appearence, I wasn't expecting company. What can I do ya for?" He smiled broadly as he wiped sweat from his brow. Clark took a second to look into the house past him. Boxes littered every empty space and counter.
"My names Martha Kent, and this is my son Clark. We live the farm next door and we just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the neighborhood." Martha and Clark shook Ely's hand before Clark handed over the basket of veggies.
"Well that was very kind of you Mrs.Kent, we havn't had the change to get to the gorcery store yet so you can bet this wonderful lookin food ain't gonna go to waste." He turned his head and shouted up the stairs, " MARTIE! GET DOWN HERE!" Ely looked back at Clark and Martha a smiled wider, if that was possible. "I would invite you in, but the place is a wreck. We was so worried about gettin the horses settled that we didn't bother to unpack anything in the house yet."
Just then, a beautiful girl with flowing black hair trotted down the stairs. She was clad in blue jean cut offs that would make Daisy Duke envious and a cow print tank top. Her honey brown eyes traveled Clarks body as she rid her heart shaped face of the sweat that threatened to fall to her shirt.
"Martha Jones meet Martha and Clark Kent. I don't mean to be rude guys but I really have to get back to work, thanks so much for the food, we really do appreciate it." Ely turned and headed twords what Clark figured was the kitchen as Martha called after him "Oh its really no problem."
"Just call me Martie", the girl said as she shook their hands, holding on to Clarks a little longer than necessary. "Ely is my friends brother. We all kind of run the place togather, and play our own little parts. I would introduce you to Ellie, but shes out at the barn." Ellie? Clark thought as he watched Martie pull at the hem of her tank top. He glanced over to the stable and scanned the interior, but saw no sign of anything but horses and a few barn cats.
"Well, don't let us keep you from work honey. We just wanted to drop by and give you the proper Smallville welcome." Martha took a step away from the door as she prepared to leave.
"Oh, no worries Ya'll really should come back when we get all unpacked. Mabie I could talk Ellie into givin ya'll a tour and showin off what she does best."
"What would that be?" Clark asked, letting his curiousity overtake his better judgement.
Just then, they heard hoofbeats thundering up from beside them. Clark looked up and his breath caught in his throat. Running up on a mouse colored horse, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her auburn hair flowed out behind her in waves, matching the beat of the power beneath her, peaking out from under the black cowboy hat she wore. The sports bra she wore barely covered her heavy breasts, and Clark would love to check out het butt in her tight jeans. Oh my God Kent, get it together.
The horse slid to a sudden stop right in front of Clark and Martha. Had Clark not pulled his mom out of the way, they surely would have been ran over.
"Make an ass of herself."
"Martie, get Ely out here pronto! Sweep is foaling and she won't let me anywhere near her!" The girl announced hastely as she reposotioned herself atop the bareback horse she rode.
"Smooth Ex-Lax. This is Martha and Clark Kent our neighbors." Martie held her arm out twords them and shot them an appologetic look.
"I ain't got time for this shit Martie, we could loose a foal here. Get Ely down there NOW!" With that she turned the horse around and barreled back twords the barn catching her hat in her hand, never missing a beat.
"I'm so sorry about that guys. She deffinitly has her moments." Martie turned and yelled up the stairs for Ely, announcing what was going on. She turned back to her baffled guests, "It's been a pleasure guys, but we really need to head out and help Ellie. Come back soon and check out our place." As she proclaimed the last words she and Ely headed out to thr barn after shaking hands with the Kents one last time.
Clark drove home, both he and his mom speechless for a bit. "They seem like interesting people." Clark finnaly stated and he neared the Kent farm.
"Mabie you could make friends with them Clark, show them around town or something. Mabie even teach that "Ellie" some manners. You might even get over Lana in the process." Martha glanced over at her son as they pulled down the dirt drive to their home.
Clark winced at his mothers words, finding out Lana was pregnant, not to mention engaged, had reopened the wound for him. "Mom, I don't want anything to do with that Ellie girl. She could have seriously hurt us back there." Clark shut off the engine and exited the truck. He started twords the barn, wanting to think in his loft for a while. He heard his mother quietly, almost under her breath, say, "Your father would have liked her."
He turned back to catch her spinning away and heading up the porch steps, "Mom, there's no way I could get along with her for more than two seconds!"
Martha just smiled as she walked into the house and shut the door with a quite 'click'. He turned and super-sped up to his loft and plopped down on his couch, stretching out to take a nap. His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was of the brazen woman he had just met, a slight smile covering his lips.