LEX
It has been a long Saturday morning. Potential investors from Wichita needing careful handling after the PR nightmare of that waste dumping. That was just mildly stressful. This is going to be worse. I woke up this morning, and realised that I have had enough.
I can do this. I've been addressing board meetings since I was sixteen. I've been facing down my father a lot longer. I deal with the Press on a regular basis. I am in control.
I am going to punch in the wrong number if I don't calm down.
"Um, Chloe, hi, it's, er, Lex here. Would you like to, uh, go to Metropolis with me tomorrow?"
A speech worthy of Clark at his scintillating best. Years of expensive education wasted.
I'm wondering - jump off the roof? Drive off another bridge? Seppuku with my sabre?
She says yes.
CHLOE
ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I'm going to Metropolis with Lex Luthor.
These are still not words that I can fit together easily in this space/time continuum. I was so surprised when he called that I said yes before my brain caught up with my mouth. And it's not a business trip.
ohmygodwhatamigoingtowear?
What was I thinking? What was he thinking?
Deep breath. My dad is going to freak. Pete is going to freak. Clark...
Oh.
Hmm.
But I said yes before I thought about it.
I have a possible date. With Lex.
ohmygodihaveadatewithlexwhatamigoingtowear?
I so need to talk to another girl about this. When you realise that my nearest female friend is Lana Lang, then you can appreciate the sick irony that is Smallville life.
LEX
What have I just done?
Tomorrow morning, I am going to pick up the teenage daughter of my plant manager and take her to Metropolis. This will freak out, in no particular order,
1) her father
2) my father, if the Press find out
3) her two best friends, one of whom is my friend, the other of whom tried to shoot me a while back
Any of the above will kill me if I hurt her. Then again, if I hurt Chloe,
1) I'll deserve it
2) She will kill me first
I'm going to jail. Shit, I'm going to hell.
CLARK
Saturday afternoon is soccer practice. This means that I get to go hang with Lana at the Talon without the Whitney Fordman look of death.
I'm surprised when Chloe breezes in. She gives me a blankly preoccupied look, and heads straight for Lana.
CHLOE
"Lana, emergency clothing crisis. Possible date."
"Right." Bless the girl, she's already looking for her bag. She's almost impossible to hate, really, though too long in her company will make your teeth hurt. Clark looks like somebody's smacked him.
Good.
"Date?" he says, as if this is the most unlikely thing.
"Yes. People do."
"First date?" asks Lana, practically.
"Possible first."
"Okay. So are we going for casual, cool or slutty?"
"Lana?!"
"Clark." She speaks to him slowly, as if addressing a child. "This is girl talk. Chloe will translate for you later."
My influence is rubbing off.
CLARK
They both rush off, and I'm left wondering what just happened.
Lana just blew me off to go help Chloe choose clothes for a date. What the hell does 'slutty' look like?
It has been a long Saturday morning. Potential investors from Wichita needing careful handling after the PR nightmare of that waste dumping. That was just mildly stressful. This is going to be worse. I woke up this morning, and realised that I have had enough.
I can do this. I've been addressing board meetings since I was sixteen. I've been facing down my father a lot longer. I deal with the Press on a regular basis. I am in control.
I am going to punch in the wrong number if I don't calm down.
"Um, Chloe, hi, it's, er, Lex here. Would you like to, uh, go to Metropolis with me tomorrow?"
A speech worthy of Clark at his scintillating best. Years of expensive education wasted.
I'm wondering - jump off the roof? Drive off another bridge? Seppuku with my sabre?
She says yes.
CHLOE
ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I'm going to Metropolis with Lex Luthor.
These are still not words that I can fit together easily in this space/time continuum. I was so surprised when he called that I said yes before my brain caught up with my mouth. And it's not a business trip.
ohmygodwhatamigoingtowear?
What was I thinking? What was he thinking?
Deep breath. My dad is going to freak. Pete is going to freak. Clark...
Oh.
Hmm.
But I said yes before I thought about it.
I have a possible date. With Lex.
ohmygodihaveadatewithlexwhatamigoingtowear?
I so need to talk to another girl about this. When you realise that my nearest female friend is Lana Lang, then you can appreciate the sick irony that is Smallville life.
LEX
What have I just done?
Tomorrow morning, I am going to pick up the teenage daughter of my plant manager and take her to Metropolis. This will freak out, in no particular order,
1) her father
2) my father, if the Press find out
3) her two best friends, one of whom is my friend, the other of whom tried to shoot me a while back
Any of the above will kill me if I hurt her. Then again, if I hurt Chloe,
1) I'll deserve it
2) She will kill me first
I'm going to jail. Shit, I'm going to hell.
CLARK
Saturday afternoon is soccer practice. This means that I get to go hang with Lana at the Talon without the Whitney Fordman look of death.
I'm surprised when Chloe breezes in. She gives me a blankly preoccupied look, and heads straight for Lana.
CHLOE
"Lana, emergency clothing crisis. Possible date."
"Right." Bless the girl, she's already looking for her bag. She's almost impossible to hate, really, though too long in her company will make your teeth hurt. Clark looks like somebody's smacked him.
Good.
"Date?" he says, as if this is the most unlikely thing.
"Yes. People do."
"First date?" asks Lana, practically.
"Possible first."
"Okay. So are we going for casual, cool or slutty?"
"Lana?!"
"Clark." She speaks to him slowly, as if addressing a child. "This is girl talk. Chloe will translate for you later."
My influence is rubbing off.
CLARK
They both rush off, and I'm left wondering what just happened.
Lana just blew me off to go help Chloe choose clothes for a date. What the hell does 'slutty' look like?