"Endless"
Summary: this chapter is basically Lex, his dad, and a tiny bit of Clark thrown into it, unless it gets good reviews though I'm not likely gonna continue with this plot.
Rating: PG so everyone's happy, hehe
Spoilers: uhh, I don't know, I guess if you haven't seen all of the episodes it could give away some stuff about Lex's relationship with his father, and his and Clark's friendship, not sure, ......???
Lex sighed, "Yes, uhuh." He murmured on, not even really paying attention to his fathers endless droning, "NO!" He raised his voice when his father was rude enough to say that his son's business was failing miserably. He wanted to hang up the phone or maybe even scream at him, but no, he could not show his impatience, it would only make his father happy, if that was even possible any more. His father craved on people's unhappiness, impatience, and ignorance. "Just because a business isn't starting out well doesn't mean that it will fail in the future," Lex said. He then told his father that the batteries were running out in his cell phone and he hung up. He didn't even care if his father caught onto the lie; he just had to get away from the nagging voice, telling him to become something he was not, something he feared. His father. Unknown to most, that was his greatest fear, to become like his father.
He threw the miniature phone hard against the passenger's seat. He, then, turned up the radio; a good song was playing. Another thing most people didn't know about him was that he liked hard core rock and punk music. Sure, classical was a great music to relax to, but rock was the only way for him to blow off all of his steam. And he had had a lot to get rid off.
About ten minutes later the cell rang, "Yeah?" Clark Kent's voice came from the other side, "Uh, hi Lex, I was wondering if you were coming to the Farmer's Market, if you are you can get your groceries, there all ready." Lex grunted a reply that could only be understood, as I'll be there later. You could tell by Clark's lack of the right words to say goodbye that he had confused him. "Sorry...I'm just out of it, Clark." "Your dad?" Lex was both perplexed and happy that Clark knew him well enough to know what was wrong with him. "Of course," Lex replied. "Of course," Clark countered, and Lex could tell he was smiling by the sarcastic sound of his voice. Lex laughed and promised Clark he would be there in a few. This time he placed the phone in the glove compartment, and he was filled with a different feeling. Not hate or contempt, as when he spoke to his father, but with happiness. He had a friend, who fought with his father, thought about girls, and cared enough to stay friends with Lex. That didn't usually happen to him. They had more in common then he thought, even though he also knew they were completely different.
He pulled his expensive, sporty, care up next to all of those trucks. He saw some people staring at him, or his car, he wasn't sure which. He smiled at a passing woman, her son staring at his car, his mouth open. The woman, though, gave a sort of crooked smile and kept walking. He started his search through the market to find Clark.
Summary: this chapter is basically Lex, his dad, and a tiny bit of Clark thrown into it, unless it gets good reviews though I'm not likely gonna continue with this plot.
Rating: PG so everyone's happy, hehe
Spoilers: uhh, I don't know, I guess if you haven't seen all of the episodes it could give away some stuff about Lex's relationship with his father, and his and Clark's friendship, not sure, ......???
Lex sighed, "Yes, uhuh." He murmured on, not even really paying attention to his fathers endless droning, "NO!" He raised his voice when his father was rude enough to say that his son's business was failing miserably. He wanted to hang up the phone or maybe even scream at him, but no, he could not show his impatience, it would only make his father happy, if that was even possible any more. His father craved on people's unhappiness, impatience, and ignorance. "Just because a business isn't starting out well doesn't mean that it will fail in the future," Lex said. He then told his father that the batteries were running out in his cell phone and he hung up. He didn't even care if his father caught onto the lie; he just had to get away from the nagging voice, telling him to become something he was not, something he feared. His father. Unknown to most, that was his greatest fear, to become like his father.
He threw the miniature phone hard against the passenger's seat. He, then, turned up the radio; a good song was playing. Another thing most people didn't know about him was that he liked hard core rock and punk music. Sure, classical was a great music to relax to, but rock was the only way for him to blow off all of his steam. And he had had a lot to get rid off.
About ten minutes later the cell rang, "Yeah?" Clark Kent's voice came from the other side, "Uh, hi Lex, I was wondering if you were coming to the Farmer's Market, if you are you can get your groceries, there all ready." Lex grunted a reply that could only be understood, as I'll be there later. You could tell by Clark's lack of the right words to say goodbye that he had confused him. "Sorry...I'm just out of it, Clark." "Your dad?" Lex was both perplexed and happy that Clark knew him well enough to know what was wrong with him. "Of course," Lex replied. "Of course," Clark countered, and Lex could tell he was smiling by the sarcastic sound of his voice. Lex laughed and promised Clark he would be there in a few. This time he placed the phone in the glove compartment, and he was filled with a different feeling. Not hate or contempt, as when he spoke to his father, but with happiness. He had a friend, who fought with his father, thought about girls, and cared enough to stay friends with Lex. That didn't usually happen to him. They had more in common then he thought, even though he also knew they were completely different.
He pulled his expensive, sporty, care up next to all of those trucks. He saw some people staring at him, or his car, he wasn't sure which. He smiled at a passing woman, her son staring at his car, his mouth open. The woman, though, gave a sort of crooked smile and kept walking. He started his search through the market to find Clark.