"She's so perfect, her hair looks like it has been brushed within fairly
two second and it doesn't even look rough. It looks soft and it's shiny.
Her teeth glares upon your face when she smiles, and makes you want to make
her smile even more."
"Expressing our creative side are we.'' Lex grinned at Clark who was sitting on the other side of the table.
"Just laugh, that's how I feel about her anyway, you asked." He took a sip of his coffee and trying to hide an embarrassed face.
"Why don't you tell her that then, it's not that hard." I was feeling frustrated, even though Clark is a good kid, he can be pretty annoying. I think this was about the fifth talk about Lana we had had in two weeks. And I was getting sick of his excuses not to make a move. And, I couldn't see what was so special about her anyhow. It maybe had something to do with that she had the cheerleader syndrome. Nice, popular within friends and she's funny. With one word, perfect. I've dated several of these girls, and I've got bored by them pretty quick. I like a girl with some flaws, perfect isn't something for me.
".Just tell her what's on your mind." I sighed and stood up to get the hell out of there, well, get the hell away from Clark actually and were five steps from the door and freedom when a voice came from behind me.
"Lex, before you go. I have some papers in the back which need some attention." Lana said and stepped in front of me with a smile on her face, a tired smile.
"Yeah, sure." I followed her into the back and she handed me the papers, I just signed them and was, again, heading for the door.
"Lex." I turned around and was hoping that she would make it short, I was heavy annoyed as it was. "I heard what you and Clark were talking about, and I want to know what you were thinking. And not that crap you told Clark."
"What?" Had she actually used the word 'crap'?
"When he said what he thought about me, you didn't agree. I could see it."
Wasn't this conversasion meant to be about Clark's feelings? Or was I just fucked up?
"I'm so fucking tired so I'm just going to tell you, and excuse me but, I think you're pretty boring."
She looked upon me with, not an angry, but troubled face.
"I agree." She leaned against the counter and when I thought she was about to cry, she laughed.
"Did you know that a year ago I got a tattoo."
Reaction: "really?!"
"yeah, and I haven't even showed it to any one." She looked around like she expected someone to be there, but then she reached up and took of her shirt, and showed me the tattoo. I could see a small tattoo just at the edge of her bra. And I just realized that she was half naked.
I looked away as fast as I could when she saw that I was smiling, she laughed and stepped closer to me. And when the tip of her breast was against my chest, I could see the tattoo fully. A playboy bunny.
"Do you think I'm boring now?" No, I did not as her lips touched mine.
"Expressing our creative side are we.'' Lex grinned at Clark who was sitting on the other side of the table.
"Just laugh, that's how I feel about her anyway, you asked." He took a sip of his coffee and trying to hide an embarrassed face.
"Why don't you tell her that then, it's not that hard." I was feeling frustrated, even though Clark is a good kid, he can be pretty annoying. I think this was about the fifth talk about Lana we had had in two weeks. And I was getting sick of his excuses not to make a move. And, I couldn't see what was so special about her anyhow. It maybe had something to do with that she had the cheerleader syndrome. Nice, popular within friends and she's funny. With one word, perfect. I've dated several of these girls, and I've got bored by them pretty quick. I like a girl with some flaws, perfect isn't something for me.
".Just tell her what's on your mind." I sighed and stood up to get the hell out of there, well, get the hell away from Clark actually and were five steps from the door and freedom when a voice came from behind me.
"Lex, before you go. I have some papers in the back which need some attention." Lana said and stepped in front of me with a smile on her face, a tired smile.
"Yeah, sure." I followed her into the back and she handed me the papers, I just signed them and was, again, heading for the door.
"Lex." I turned around and was hoping that she would make it short, I was heavy annoyed as it was. "I heard what you and Clark were talking about, and I want to know what you were thinking. And not that crap you told Clark."
"What?" Had she actually used the word 'crap'?
"When he said what he thought about me, you didn't agree. I could see it."
Wasn't this conversasion meant to be about Clark's feelings? Or was I just fucked up?
"I'm so fucking tired so I'm just going to tell you, and excuse me but, I think you're pretty boring."
She looked upon me with, not an angry, but troubled face.
"I agree." She leaned against the counter and when I thought she was about to cry, she laughed.
"Did you know that a year ago I got a tattoo."
Reaction: "really?!"
"yeah, and I haven't even showed it to any one." She looked around like she expected someone to be there, but then she reached up and took of her shirt, and showed me the tattoo. I could see a small tattoo just at the edge of her bra. And I just realized that she was half naked.
I looked away as fast as I could when she saw that I was smiling, she laughed and stepped closer to me. And when the tip of her breast was against my chest, I could see the tattoo fully. A playboy bunny.
"Do you think I'm boring now?" No, I did not as her lips touched mine.