New to Smallville--Part 2: The House
Wil crawled out of bed, trying to remember the dream she'd had last night. All she remembered was feeling loved and warm. Then she remembered Lex mentioning he may come by today, and she ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower and make herself presentable.
Why? she asked herself, taking in the scent of vanilla from her body wash, and citrus from her shampoo. He's manipulative--you know that! He'll use you, and throw you away!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wilona mumbled to herself as she dried off, then slid on her bathrobe. She wandered into her bedroom and opened the french doors for some fresh air as she found some clothing. Jeans and a dark blue, fitted, scoop necked T-shirt seemed to look casual but not sloppy. She placed the clothing on her bed as she braided her waist length hair.
"Wilona," the mockingly humorous voice drifted into her bedroom. Wil looked around, trying to see who was calling her. The voice became impatient. "Wil, down here!"
She went to the french door, and ran onto the balconey, looking down to see Lex below her, holding a tray of coffees in paper cups, and box of donuts.
"I brought breakfast," He held up the box, smiling up at her in her fuzzy white bathrobe. "Get dressed and get down here."
"Yes sir!" Wilona saluted, the ran back into her room, shutting the doors. She changed quickly, looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, then ran downstairs and stopped at the front door. Catching her breath, she opened the door, and calmly walked onto the front porch.
Lex was leaning on the rail, a coffee in his hand.
Wil crawled out of bed, trying to remember the dream she'd had last night. All she remembered was feeling loved and warm. Then she remembered Lex mentioning he may come by today, and she ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower and make herself presentable.
Why? she asked herself, taking in the scent of vanilla from her body wash, and citrus from her shampoo. He's manipulative--you know that! He'll use you, and throw you away!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wilona mumbled to herself as she dried off, then slid on her bathrobe. She wandered into her bedroom and opened the french doors for some fresh air as she found some clothing. Jeans and a dark blue, fitted, scoop necked T-shirt seemed to look casual but not sloppy. She placed the clothing on her bed as she braided her waist length hair.
"Wilona," the mockingly humorous voice drifted into her bedroom. Wil looked around, trying to see who was calling her. The voice became impatient. "Wil, down here!"
She went to the french door, and ran onto the balconey, looking down to see Lex below her, holding a tray of coffees in paper cups, and box of donuts.
"I brought breakfast," He held up the box, smiling up at her in her fuzzy white bathrobe. "Get dressed and get down here."
"Yes sir!" Wilona saluted, the ran back into her room, shutting the doors. She changed quickly, looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, then ran downstairs and stopped at the front door. Catching her breath, she opened the door, and calmly walked onto the front porch.
Lex was leaning on the rail, a coffee in his hand.
