It's My Party
Based on the song It's My Party, by Brenda Lee
8888888888888888 PART I 8888888888888888It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
You would cry to if it happened to you
Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
But Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he's supposed to be mine?
The Talon sparkled in all its glory, beautifully decorated for Lana Lang's birthday party. After the cancelled wedding and traumatic breakup with Lex, all she wanted was to live again. Part of that meant regaining all the things that were important in her life before Lex came into it, and that was why she chose to spend the money he gave her buying the old movie theatre and actual coffee shop. Of course it also meant having to ask Lois for her apartment back. Dumping out an almost friend wasn't something pleasurable, but she knew Lois could always find shelter with the Kent's, so it was no big deal, she thought. It'd been six weeks so far and everything seemed to be back on track; there was only one thing left to recover, the reason for the whole party, Clark Kent. Lana prepared the lighting for the party herself and dressed to look perfect under it. She looked beautiful, untouchable, ethereal, the way Clark always loved to see her look. He was already downstairs with all the other guests and he looked so handsome as always. She was only one stunning appearing away from living her dream.
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"Come on Smallville, I'm sure you can do something with those big feet of yours!" Lois dragged him to the center of the dance floor, already shaking to the rhythm of a 50's song.
"Lois, what did I do to deserve this?" Clark whined, not making it easy for her to take him. "I was so sure you actually liked it yesterday." When her narrowed eyes reached him, a slight grin showed in his face.
"Oh yeah, but if you think of ever getting a rerun, you'll better get that pretty butt on the dance floor!" And he did as he was told.
Lois was so excited about a real party happening in Boredville that she didn't even mind the host. Since Lana threw her out of her place, things got weird between them. Lana seemed not to have a clue about Lois's disappointment, and Lois preferred to leave bad feelings aside. After all, things turned out for the better. Since she crashed at the Kent's six weeks ago, all the bantering and bickering between her and Clark turned on full force, and it soon reached the expected end: they had an extreme make-out session at the barn the night before. It still felt weird to think of herself and plaid man there kissing – and stuff – but she felt good as never before, like one of those dumb school girls who smile at flowers and rocks.
"You know Smallville; I gotta say you look cute when you're embarrassing yourself completely." Lois shot between laughs, as Clark shamefully tried to follow her moves.
"Oldies rock is not my thing," he justified, focusing on people's feet to learn.
"Rhythm isn't you thing at all Clark!" She mocked while wrapping her arms around his neck, fighting the urge to kiss him in front of everyone. "But it's ok. I'm sure you'll have it when necessary." Their gazes locked as they both wore naughty smiles in their faces, but suddenly the music stopped; turning their attention to the stairs Lana would come from.
The whole room stood in awe to the vision in front of them, Lana Lang looked amazing. Her skin glowed like gold and her hair seemed as bright as silk. Her eyes were like a cat's, mysterious and sexy. Clark's mouth only closed after he felt the drool already wetting the corner of his lips. Lois watched quietly to his reaction towards Lana. It hurt her bad, surprisingly bad.
Lana walked across the room, nodding politely at everyone, but her eyes were focused on one only person: the big dumb-looking farm boy she was about to reach. "Hi, Clark. How are you?"
"I-uh-I'm-f-fine." Clark swallowed hard. When it came to some things – like beautiful women looking at him like a lioness at her hunt – he still felt helpless as a kid.
"So, enjoying the party?" She kept the scrutinizing look up and down his body. That make-up really made her eyes look awesome.
"Oh, yeah! Very much!" Already regaining control over his hormones, Clark reached for the delicate hand that should be beside him, but grabbed only air. He looked around and found Lois standing at the bar, watching them. The hurt look on her face was excruciating.
"I know I should wait until you asked me, but anyway…" Lana placed a hand on his chest and it stung like a bee. What does Lois think I'm doing? was all he could think of. "Do you wanna dance?"
Clark picked her hand and took it off his chest, gently. "Uh, maybe later, right? First I have to work a little thing out." He flashed her a grin and stormed towards the woman that occupied his thoughts.
Lois turned around and found him standing there, inches away from her face. Good thing he was the one with heat vision. But more than anger, her eyes carried sadness, deep sadness, and he couldn't stand it.
"Lois I was just-"
"Drooling over her, as usual!" She cut him off, sounding a little louder than desired. "That's what you do Clark, you just can't forget the God damn girl next door!"
When Lois turned her face down, Clark picked her chin to make her look at him again, but someone burst into them with a beam on her face.
"Guys, you just can't believe who I found on my way here! Clark, you'll be so excited!"
"Hey Chloe, what took you so long?" Lois tried to look as pleased as possible and held her cousin tight, still staring at Clark from over her shoulder.
"Wow, didn't know you missed me that much." Lois eyed her cousin with distrust. "I took a little longer exactly because of that person. When I told him it was Lana's birthday he decided to come, so I had to wait until he got ready. I just couldn't miss getting the laurels for bringing such an honorable guest here!"
Clark kept his eyes on Lois, not minding a word of what Chloe said. "That's good Chloe, I'm sure everyone will like it, whoever he is. Right now Lois and I have a little conversation to finish, so would you excuse us for a minute?"
Chloe looked at both and she could even see the electricity running between them. There was something on, something big. "Oh, sure. I'll just go talk to everyone."
"No. The conversation is over." Lois held her cousin's wrists tight, keeping her close. "If Smallville here still wants to talk, he's got a dreamy looking brunette waiting for him across the hall. Let's get you a drink cousin."
Clark put himself in front of the two women. His large structure blocked both their way. He looked at Chloe sternly and she silently sneaked aside. Passing through him, she mouthed to Lois from above his shoulder 'Good luck.'
His eyes turned back at Lois and his expressions became tender immediately. He picked her hand and dragged her outside. She followed him silently; still mad at how he acted towards the Princess of Freaksville, but also willing for him to make up for it.
From across the hall, Lana watched the couple leaving the place holding hands. That wasn't supposed to happen; it should be 'the night of Lana and Clark'. Him and Lois always hated each other, why would he take Lois outside and leave her there waiting. A stabbing pain crossed her heart. 'What if they were…?'