A/N: Okay, two reviews is nice. That's better then the no reviews I've
gotten my (I think) my best story so far. Anyway, after being welcomed (he-
he) to the Michael Rosenbaum message board (I was given "official stuff"),
and getting my sister ticked off at me, I'm fairly happy. Anyway, enjoy the
chapter. It's pretty short like the first one. Oh, and I wasn't sure on a
few things, like the name of the SV newspaper, and what Lex drinks
(Coffee…cappuccino…Mocha…whatever). Oh, and I'm not sure if I got the
spelling right on the City…
Chapter Two.
The next morning at breakfast, Lex sat at the head of the large table looking ravishing in his smoke-black suit, with blueberry colored dress shirt, un-tucked. Clark felt oddly out of place in his pre-worn jeans and flannel shirt.
"Good morning, Clark." Lex looked up at Clark as he sat down in the place that had been set for him.
"Are you always this formal for breakfast?" Clark asked, picking up his fork.
Lex shrugged, "I usually don't bother with breakfast. I figured because you where here, it would be-"
"Oh, you didn't have to do all this." Clark shrugged as well, "I could have gotten something at home."
"No, it's my pleasure Clark." Lex shrugged.
They ate…well Clark did, and Lex drank his morning coffee, while reading the Smallville Gazette.
"Clex…" Clark mumbled to himself.
"What are you mumbling?" Lex asked, looking up at his young friend from his newspaper.
"Well, I was just thinking that if you put our names together, you get Clex." Clark shrugged, using the edge of his fork to cut into his small, and already half gone stack of pancakes.
"Good deduction Son." Lex nodded.
There was an uneasy sort of silence as Clark caught onto Lex's sarcasm.
"Um…I should probably get going." Clark put his fork down on his now empty plate a few minutes later.
"Yea…" Lex looked down at his watch, "I have a meeting at the office soon. I better go, or I'll be late." Lex took one last drink of his coffee.
There was another uneasy silence as both men stood, and pushed in their chairs.
"I'll probably see you later, then?" Clark asked, running his fingers through his hair, hoping he looked okay.
"Yea, probably." Lex nodded.
"All right, I'll see you later."
"Yea. Later."
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Clark sat in the corner of the loft; a few of his schoolbooks open at his feet. Lex was going to take him into Metropolis, but he figured he'd probably get back late (if at all), so he should probably do his homework now. Of course, doing algebra, and English weren't exactly his cup of tea.
"Hey, Clark." His mother stood at the head of the stairs, "Lex his here. Better go because your father sees him."
"All right." Clark shut his text books, and set them on the table to the side, "I'll be back late."
"Hun, the weather is supposed to get bad tonight. Take my credit card-"
"Mom, I'm sure we'll be fine."
"Just incase, Clark?" She held out the plastic card towards him, "Please?"
"All right, all right." He took the card, and placed it in his pocket, "I'll see you later." He placed a kiss on her cheek, and trotted down the stairs and outside towards Lex's car.
"What took so long?" Lex asked, as Clark ducked inside.
"My mom. She was worrying." Clark shrugged, pulling on his seat belt.
"Oh, well your with me. She has noting to worry about." Lex smiled at him, before putting out of the Kent's yard.
Chapter Two.
The next morning at breakfast, Lex sat at the head of the large table looking ravishing in his smoke-black suit, with blueberry colored dress shirt, un-tucked. Clark felt oddly out of place in his pre-worn jeans and flannel shirt.
"Good morning, Clark." Lex looked up at Clark as he sat down in the place that had been set for him.
"Are you always this formal for breakfast?" Clark asked, picking up his fork.
Lex shrugged, "I usually don't bother with breakfast. I figured because you where here, it would be-"
"Oh, you didn't have to do all this." Clark shrugged as well, "I could have gotten something at home."
"No, it's my pleasure Clark." Lex shrugged.
They ate…well Clark did, and Lex drank his morning coffee, while reading the Smallville Gazette.
"Clex…" Clark mumbled to himself.
"What are you mumbling?" Lex asked, looking up at his young friend from his newspaper.
"Well, I was just thinking that if you put our names together, you get Clex." Clark shrugged, using the edge of his fork to cut into his small, and already half gone stack of pancakes.
"Good deduction Son." Lex nodded.
There was an uneasy sort of silence as Clark caught onto Lex's sarcasm.
"Um…I should probably get going." Clark put his fork down on his now empty plate a few minutes later.
"Yea…" Lex looked down at his watch, "I have a meeting at the office soon. I better go, or I'll be late." Lex took one last drink of his coffee.
There was another uneasy silence as both men stood, and pushed in their chairs.
"I'll probably see you later, then?" Clark asked, running his fingers through his hair, hoping he looked okay.
"Yea, probably." Lex nodded.
"All right, I'll see you later."
"Yea. Later."
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Clark sat in the corner of the loft; a few of his schoolbooks open at his feet. Lex was going to take him into Metropolis, but he figured he'd probably get back late (if at all), so he should probably do his homework now. Of course, doing algebra, and English weren't exactly his cup of tea.
"Hey, Clark." His mother stood at the head of the stairs, "Lex his here. Better go because your father sees him."
"All right." Clark shut his text books, and set them on the table to the side, "I'll be back late."
"Hun, the weather is supposed to get bad tonight. Take my credit card-"
"Mom, I'm sure we'll be fine."
"Just incase, Clark?" She held out the plastic card towards him, "Please?"
"All right, all right." He took the card, and placed it in his pocket, "I'll see you later." He placed a kiss on her cheek, and trotted down the stairs and outside towards Lex's car.
"What took so long?" Lex asked, as Clark ducked inside.
"My mom. She was worrying." Clark shrugged, pulling on his seat belt.
"Oh, well your with me. She has noting to worry about." Lex smiled at him, before putting out of the Kent's yard.