Lex was scared. He was driving along the straight stretch of highway from
Metropolis to Smallville just listening to the radio. There was some long
song playing. Something he'd never heard before, but the words were easy
enough to understand. When he realized what the words reminded him of and
that he had a silly grin on his face he finally began to understand how
much trouble he was in and it terrified him.
He quickly turned the knob on the radio to off and let his mind wander.
Clark. That smile and those eyes reduced him to an incoherent love sick fool. This was not acceptable. This was completely out of the scope of his understanding of relationships. There was nothing to base this on. Lex sighed.
The sign announcing that Smallville was only 20 miles away loomed ahead of him. He was supposed to call Clark when he got home. The business meeting had gone long, his father preaching for what seemed like forever. He looked at his watch thinking he didn't have long before Clark called him.
That was the thing. Clark genuinely cared. About him. He didn't seem to care what could be gained from the relationship. He was still turning down the gifts Lex tried to give him. He didn't care about what other people thought of him hanging out with a Luthor. He only cared about Lex. He looked at the cell phone on the seat and thought about calling Clark. Wondered if it was too late to get coffee. Or a movie. Or…
He grinned. Clark would probably meet him even if it was too late. Clark liked him. He still felt giddy whenever he thought those words. Clark /liked/ him. Figuring he was only a few minutes outside of town, he used the hands free device Clark had insisted on him using to call the Kent farm. Clark picked up almost immediately. He smiled into the phone.
"Hello?"
"Clark."
"Lex." He could hear the smile.
"Wanna meet for coffee? Or something?"
"Or something?" He was using the voice that drove Lex crazy.
"Clark. I'm still driving. Maybe you shouldn't say stuff like that for fear of me careening out of control. I was being serious." He heard Clark laughing.
"Sure, meet at The Beanery?"
"Okay, see you there."
He clicked the phone off and grinned. Fear be damned. He was going to dive into this head first and worry about the consequences later. He was having too much fun to be scared.
He quickly turned the knob on the radio to off and let his mind wander.
Clark. That smile and those eyes reduced him to an incoherent love sick fool. This was not acceptable. This was completely out of the scope of his understanding of relationships. There was nothing to base this on. Lex sighed.
The sign announcing that Smallville was only 20 miles away loomed ahead of him. He was supposed to call Clark when he got home. The business meeting had gone long, his father preaching for what seemed like forever. He looked at his watch thinking he didn't have long before Clark called him.
That was the thing. Clark genuinely cared. About him. He didn't seem to care what could be gained from the relationship. He was still turning down the gifts Lex tried to give him. He didn't care about what other people thought of him hanging out with a Luthor. He only cared about Lex. He looked at the cell phone on the seat and thought about calling Clark. Wondered if it was too late to get coffee. Or a movie. Or…
He grinned. Clark would probably meet him even if it was too late. Clark liked him. He still felt giddy whenever he thought those words. Clark /liked/ him. Figuring he was only a few minutes outside of town, he used the hands free device Clark had insisted on him using to call the Kent farm. Clark picked up almost immediately. He smiled into the phone.
"Hello?"
"Clark."
"Lex." He could hear the smile.
"Wanna meet for coffee? Or something?"
"Or something?" He was using the voice that drove Lex crazy.
"Clark. I'm still driving. Maybe you shouldn't say stuff like that for fear of me careening out of control. I was being serious." He heard Clark laughing.
"Sure, meet at The Beanery?"
"Okay, see you there."
He clicked the phone off and grinned. Fear be damned. He was going to dive into this head first and worry about the consequences later. He was having too much fun to be scared.