A/N: Yes, I know parent's wouldn't get all "up-in-arm's" about cleaning a
truck…But I needed something to fill up space, because I wasn't going to up
the rating yet… ::giggles:: I'm not sure if I want to write that scene in
chapter Ten though, because it kind of reminds me of the Rolling Stone's
article ::laughs:: "Are you sure, 'cause my ass kind of hurt after words.
Sure you didn't give me a super fuck?" Oh, and can someone please tell me
what the heck Clark's parent's names are…I don't remember…I want to say
something around the lines of Margaret, and Peter, and then I'm like no…And
what do you call the trucks that have the roof over the back of the truck
bed?
Chapter Nine.
"Whattcha doing son?" Mr. Kent asked, watching Clark sweep various items from the back of the red, and white truck that he drove.
"Cleaning."
"Oh. May I ask why?" He glanced at the curled hose a few feet away.
"I'm just cleaning Dad." Clark shrugged, not wanting to talk about his and Lex's plans for the next evening.
"Well, it is a bit unusual…"
"Dad, I'm just trying to clean out the back of the truck. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing…" He waved away the cleaning spree of his son.
"Can you hand me that hose?" Clark asked.
"You'd probably be better off with some hot, soapy water and a scrub brush."
"Okay then." Clark stepped down from the truck bed, careful not to his head on the roof, and walked up into the house.
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"You cleaned the truck?" Clark's mother leaned in his doorway later.
"Yes Mom, I cleaned out the back of the truck." Clark set down his book. It was Friday evening, and ever since they'd startled hassling him about cleaning that damn truck, he'd hid away (after he'd finished of course).
"May I ask why?"
"What is wrong with you guys? Why can't I have a clean truck, one that only I happen to drive, because you both bought new cars, without rising a suspicion?"
"Well, it's just that you've never been bothered by it all before…"
"Well, maybe I decided I should do a little cleaning." Clark picked the book back up, and chucked it across the room.
"Okay…" She took a step back, "I'll leave you alone."
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"You brought the truck?" Lex asked, stepping into the now shining, although dully in the setting sun, truck.
"What do you people have against this truck?"
"Hey! It's clean…"
"Yes, I cleaned."
"It looks nice."
"Well, thanks. That's so kind of you." Clark spoke a little more sarcastically then he meant.
"No, really. It does." Lex pulled on his seat belt, as Clark began to pull out of the driveway.
"Well my Parent's both think I'm on crack."
"The back looks nice."
"Oh?" Clark looked through the rear-view mirror at the back of the truck.
Earlier that morning, while it was still dark, Clark had pushed one of the extra mattresses up into the truck bed. It had been nicely made (which had probably been a waste of time), with some things that he knew his mother wouldn't notice were missing. He had to hand it to himself. It did look pretty good.
"So, tell me Mr. Kent, were exactly are we going?"
"Well…Mom mentioned something about rain…" Clark looked though the windshield at the grey, and black clouds looming above them, "Something about a storm. I figure we drive until it starts up."
The ride was quiet for a few moments, before Lex spoke up, "Oh look. It's started to rain." A single, perfect rain drop had landed on the windshield.
Clark smiled. They weren't even half way out of Luthor owned land, "Are you sure you want to pull over here, already?"
"Sure, why not? I own the land, so no one will bother us." Lex looked over at him, "And it looks like once this gets going, it'll be awhile."
Clark pulled the truck into a large unused field, and parked under some trees, "How this?"
"This is great." Lex took over his seat belt, and clicked Clark's off as well, pushing it away.
Their mouths molded together, and separated only momentarily so they could both climb over the back of the seat onto the mattress.
Chapter Nine.
"Whattcha doing son?" Mr. Kent asked, watching Clark sweep various items from the back of the red, and white truck that he drove.
"Cleaning."
"Oh. May I ask why?" He glanced at the curled hose a few feet away.
"I'm just cleaning Dad." Clark shrugged, not wanting to talk about his and Lex's plans for the next evening.
"Well, it is a bit unusual…"
"Dad, I'm just trying to clean out the back of the truck. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing…" He waved away the cleaning spree of his son.
"Can you hand me that hose?" Clark asked.
"You'd probably be better off with some hot, soapy water and a scrub brush."
"Okay then." Clark stepped down from the truck bed, careful not to his head on the roof, and walked up into the house.
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"You cleaned the truck?" Clark's mother leaned in his doorway later.
"Yes Mom, I cleaned out the back of the truck." Clark set down his book. It was Friday evening, and ever since they'd startled hassling him about cleaning that damn truck, he'd hid away (after he'd finished of course).
"May I ask why?"
"What is wrong with you guys? Why can't I have a clean truck, one that only I happen to drive, because you both bought new cars, without rising a suspicion?"
"Well, it's just that you've never been bothered by it all before…"
"Well, maybe I decided I should do a little cleaning." Clark picked the book back up, and chucked it across the room.
"Okay…" She took a step back, "I'll leave you alone."
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"You brought the truck?" Lex asked, stepping into the now shining, although dully in the setting sun, truck.
"What do you people have against this truck?"
"Hey! It's clean…"
"Yes, I cleaned."
"It looks nice."
"Well, thanks. That's so kind of you." Clark spoke a little more sarcastically then he meant.
"No, really. It does." Lex pulled on his seat belt, as Clark began to pull out of the driveway.
"Well my Parent's both think I'm on crack."
"The back looks nice."
"Oh?" Clark looked through the rear-view mirror at the back of the truck.
Earlier that morning, while it was still dark, Clark had pushed one of the extra mattresses up into the truck bed. It had been nicely made (which had probably been a waste of time), with some things that he knew his mother wouldn't notice were missing. He had to hand it to himself. It did look pretty good.
"So, tell me Mr. Kent, were exactly are we going?"
"Well…Mom mentioned something about rain…" Clark looked though the windshield at the grey, and black clouds looming above them, "Something about a storm. I figure we drive until it starts up."
The ride was quiet for a few moments, before Lex spoke up, "Oh look. It's started to rain." A single, perfect rain drop had landed on the windshield.
Clark smiled. They weren't even half way out of Luthor owned land, "Are you sure you want to pull over here, already?"
"Sure, why not? I own the land, so no one will bother us." Lex looked over at him, "And it looks like once this gets going, it'll be awhile."
Clark pulled the truck into a large unused field, and parked under some trees, "How this?"
"This is great." Lex took over his seat belt, and clicked Clark's off as well, pushing it away.
Their mouths molded together, and separated only momentarily so they could both climb over the back of the seat onto the mattress.