Chloe trudged down the road trying to re-capture the buzz of a couple of
hours ago. Difficult, considering the seemingly endless walk home and the
glorious view of miles of farmed land which never ceased to delight her.
Except not. At all.
She had been so psyched about the interview this morning. She had managed to get an interview with Bradford Jones, proprietor of the Daily Planet. She had read an interview with him praising teenage journalistic initiatives and thought she'd take him up on his fancy words and see whether he would follow it up in practice by granting her an audience. The fact that he had, had made her think that he must be pretty cool and that he'd be a great subject for an interview. She snorted in disgust. What he proved to be was an obnoxious ass. Lecturing, patronising and a bit too enamoured with his foghorn voice. Heroes are there to disappoint she thought for the 100th time that day. They were all so annoyingly human, no- one seemed to live up to the great vision you had in your head. Why was it 90% of people at the top were such mediocre excuses for human beings?
Running her fingers through her hair she paused on the road. Looking around at the expanse of brown fields she shuddered. All this farm. How could there be so much farm. It completely wasn't a stupid idea to try and walk the remaining distance from where she insisted she was dropped off. Seriously, she was enjoying this walk, this...jaunt to Smallville under the hot hot sun.
"Oh gross." She was getting smelly. There was distinct dampness forming under her white shirt. "This is wonderful" she thought, could I be more elegant and sophisticated? Stuck to my pants, smelling like a farm animal and still another 2 miles to go. She couldn't imagine Lana in this position. At least not without a damn good near death experience to explain it.
She heard an engine in the background. Straightening her back she started to walk more purposefully, trying to look like there was a definite reason for her walking on an empty road at 3 in the afternoon, and it was a very good, important one. In fact, she was so purposeful for her...purpose that she wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was the only human in a 5 mile radius. She was hoping that she was giving off this impression when she heard the car slow down behind her. Rolling her eyes and clenching her fists she continued walking.
"Chloe?"
Turning around she saw his Royal Baldness. "My knight in shining armour...you've come to save me" Might as well start as she meant to continue. Disrespectfully that is.
Trademark smirk in place "Oh, no rescuing intended. I was just stopping for a chat, I'm about to get going now" he teased.
"You should really trademark that smirk Lex, and the humour, don't forget the humour" she snarked opening the door to the Porsche and getting in. She sunk into the leather seats sighing contentedly at the whoosh of AC hitting her face. Money had its uses she thought. Or rather, knowing money had its uses.
"Interesting choice of activity for a Saturday afternoon" Lex deadpanned. "I see you chose the scenic route"
Chloe looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I always did have a thing for Kansas countryside, that fresh manure air and all"
Lex smiled or rather relaxed his face to look less intense than usual which she supposed was just as good.
"So did you have some big interview in Metropolis?" he asked looking over her smart attire "and more to the point, who has supplanted me as prime interview material?"
Chloe had to admire the way Lex could infuse so much emotion and hidden meaning into an emotionless voice. He made everything sound so naughty. It must take a lot of practice.
"Bradford Jones, Proprietor of the Daily Planet, Very Important Person. Also Very Obnoxious Boring Ass" She said rolling her eyes. "He spent the entire time lecturing me on the importance of Bradford Jones and dropping names like there was no tomorrow. Seriously I haven't seen such superior behaviour since..." she looked over to him slyly and winked. She smiled to show that she was joking...sort of.
"I've actually taken that as a compliment so don't worry about it" Lex replied
"So what about you? Why Lex, come to think of it, you look almost casual" She raised her eyebrows in mock horror. "You do know about that thing called denim don't you?" She looked over his grey trousers and black tee- shirt. "They even have really expensive brands that you rich people can buy"
"Urgent business at the office" he said suppressing a smile. Always an amusing companion he thought.
They were coming up to the Talon and she asked to be dropped off there. Stopping the car he leaned over her and opened her door. "Nice cologne"
"Why, thank you" He replied smoothly, hiding his surprise at her comment. He found it difficult to predict Chloe.
"Thanks Lex. Joking aside, I was beginning to feel a little woozy out there."
"Always a pleasure" he replied, with equal sincerity
"And don't worry about being surpassed as my top interview, I'm just working on you in another way" Chloe said, smiling, before heading into the Talon.
She had been so psyched about the interview this morning. She had managed to get an interview with Bradford Jones, proprietor of the Daily Planet. She had read an interview with him praising teenage journalistic initiatives and thought she'd take him up on his fancy words and see whether he would follow it up in practice by granting her an audience. The fact that he had, had made her think that he must be pretty cool and that he'd be a great subject for an interview. She snorted in disgust. What he proved to be was an obnoxious ass. Lecturing, patronising and a bit too enamoured with his foghorn voice. Heroes are there to disappoint she thought for the 100th time that day. They were all so annoyingly human, no- one seemed to live up to the great vision you had in your head. Why was it 90% of people at the top were such mediocre excuses for human beings?
Running her fingers through her hair she paused on the road. Looking around at the expanse of brown fields she shuddered. All this farm. How could there be so much farm. It completely wasn't a stupid idea to try and walk the remaining distance from where she insisted she was dropped off. Seriously, she was enjoying this walk, this...jaunt to Smallville under the hot hot sun.
"Oh gross." She was getting smelly. There was distinct dampness forming under her white shirt. "This is wonderful" she thought, could I be more elegant and sophisticated? Stuck to my pants, smelling like a farm animal and still another 2 miles to go. She couldn't imagine Lana in this position. At least not without a damn good near death experience to explain it.
She heard an engine in the background. Straightening her back she started to walk more purposefully, trying to look like there was a definite reason for her walking on an empty road at 3 in the afternoon, and it was a very good, important one. In fact, she was so purposeful for her...purpose that she wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was the only human in a 5 mile radius. She was hoping that she was giving off this impression when she heard the car slow down behind her. Rolling her eyes and clenching her fists she continued walking.
"Chloe?"
Turning around she saw his Royal Baldness. "My knight in shining armour...you've come to save me" Might as well start as she meant to continue. Disrespectfully that is.
Trademark smirk in place "Oh, no rescuing intended. I was just stopping for a chat, I'm about to get going now" he teased.
"You should really trademark that smirk Lex, and the humour, don't forget the humour" she snarked opening the door to the Porsche and getting in. She sunk into the leather seats sighing contentedly at the whoosh of AC hitting her face. Money had its uses she thought. Or rather, knowing money had its uses.
"Interesting choice of activity for a Saturday afternoon" Lex deadpanned. "I see you chose the scenic route"
Chloe looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I always did have a thing for Kansas countryside, that fresh manure air and all"
Lex smiled or rather relaxed his face to look less intense than usual which she supposed was just as good.
"So did you have some big interview in Metropolis?" he asked looking over her smart attire "and more to the point, who has supplanted me as prime interview material?"
Chloe had to admire the way Lex could infuse so much emotion and hidden meaning into an emotionless voice. He made everything sound so naughty. It must take a lot of practice.
"Bradford Jones, Proprietor of the Daily Planet, Very Important Person. Also Very Obnoxious Boring Ass" She said rolling her eyes. "He spent the entire time lecturing me on the importance of Bradford Jones and dropping names like there was no tomorrow. Seriously I haven't seen such superior behaviour since..." she looked over to him slyly and winked. She smiled to show that she was joking...sort of.
"I've actually taken that as a compliment so don't worry about it" Lex replied
"So what about you? Why Lex, come to think of it, you look almost casual" She raised her eyebrows in mock horror. "You do know about that thing called denim don't you?" She looked over his grey trousers and black tee- shirt. "They even have really expensive brands that you rich people can buy"
"Urgent business at the office" he said suppressing a smile. Always an amusing companion he thought.
They were coming up to the Talon and she asked to be dropped off there. Stopping the car he leaned over her and opened her door. "Nice cologne"
"Why, thank you" He replied smoothly, hiding his surprise at her comment. He found it difficult to predict Chloe.
"Thanks Lex. Joking aside, I was beginning to feel a little woozy out there."
"Always a pleasure" he replied, with equal sincerity
"And don't worry about being surpassed as my top interview, I'm just working on you in another way" Chloe said, smiling, before heading into the Talon.