Fallen Star
Chapter 3: Yve, Sam, and the Twelve Days of Christmas
It was December 13, twelve days until Christmas. I had already gotten a present for Mom, a present for Dad, for Pete, Chloe and Yve, but I needed to get one for Lana, and I just couldn't think of one. As the bus pulled up I was mulling it over, and as we got to the school, I was debating between a teddy bear or perfume. I was so distracted I ran into Sam, toppling over her papers and school books all over the stairs.
Sam's POV
I looked up, expecting to see some self-righteous snob walk right past me, not even stop to say sorry or even acknowledge my existence. But when I looked up, all I saw was a dazzling smile, attached to an equalling dazzling Clark Kent. I felt my knees go weak. I don't know what it was, but there was something about that farm boy that made me fall, I think it was probably the fact that he defended me, even against that, ugh, Chloe. So what if I did try to pay off the teacher? Does it matter? At least he was in the hospital. And Clark Kent was practically throwing himself at me, I mean, come on, 'oh, I didn't see you there, right in front of me.' yeah. He had a thing for me. Life was good.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, umm, Sam right? You were right in front of me too." he looked up and smiled. I had heard Chloe and Lana talk of the "Kent Charm," but this was not what I had expected. He was so coming on to me. Oh yeah, he wanted me.
"I was just thinking, I guess I kind off zoned out for a while," he finished. I threw my hair over my shoulder. Think Seductress.
"And what were you thinking about?" I asked. I already knew though. Me. Of course, I mean, how could he not? I feel sorry for all those boys that are just so enraptured by me, but I just can't help it.
"What to get Lana Lang for Christmas. I'm debating between a teddy bear or perfume, what do you think?" I heard the book I had just pick up hit the floor. Lana Lang. the little Slut! What fucking right did she have stealing my man? She'll be first! No second, after that Chloe.
Clark's POV
She had dropped her book, and her face shifted from zero to scarier than hell, in about two seconds.
"I-I don't know what ." she trailed off as she took off down the hall. I ran my hand through my hair
"And what the heck was that all about." I murmured.
"My thoughts exactly," Yve stated. She handed me the book I dropped. "So tell me. What happened the day you saved Lex?" she asked, intrigued. I shrugged.
"I dunno, really. He hit some barbed wire on the road and then he just -drove off the bridge, I guess. I dove in after him and pulled him out. No big thing." I said. If I ever told any one the truth.well, who knows what would happen to me?
"So you excited for Christmas, Yve? I know I am. At home we always have turkey on Christmas Eve, and ham on Christmas. My dad still insists on Santa Claus and my Mom only lets us open one gift on Christmas Eve. Then my family, Chloe's and Pete's all go for a little sleigh ride." She smiled. I thought I saw her eyes well up though.
"I never have any Christmas traditions. Last few years I've been with this one family, the Duceppe's, but nothing ever feels like Christmas should. Everyone's always fighting and being obnoxious, and Christmas just kind of happens. It's no big thing, at least it doesn't feel like it, and it should, shouldn't it?" she asked, looking up at me with those big green eyes. I nodded and told that of course it should.
"I wonder if Lex has ever had a really good Christmas, of if it just happens, like me," She wondered. And to that moment, I hadn't really thought of it.
Yve's POV
I don't know why I said it out loud. I didn't mean to. Ever since I met him, and heard about his relationship with his Dad, I just wondered if he ever had a good Christmas, if he ever had any now. Did he sit home, like me, and watch Christmas specials all night, all about happy families, the joy of Christmas, that sort of thing. Did he ever cry himself to sleep on Christmas Eve, because he just couldn't feel the magic that everyone talks about on Christmas? I wanted to know. He seemed like someone I could relate to, more than Chloe, my fiery speak your mind and be heard friend, although she's great, and more that a happy down home farm boy like Clark, or Pete. I wish I knew him better.
"So have you figured out Lana's gift yet?" I asked, desperately trying to change my train of thought, he shrugged
"I'm debating between perfume and a teddy bear. I just can't choose," he said. I nodded knowingly
"Want some woman's advice? Don't get either. Perfume says 'we're intimate. I smell you every chance I get.' A teddy bear says, 'hey there childhood buddy, my feelings for you have suddenly shifted and I've no idea what to do about it!' I say, go to Sara's bath and body and get her that kick-ass gingerbread bubble bath and some scented candles. The bubble bath says 'hey, I was thinking really hard what to get you. This is perfect for you,' not to mention it smells delicious! The candles say 'I know I'm not your boyfriend, but I care about you anyway.' Plus, candles and girls are pretty generic. Just get her some nice scented ones. That's my advice." I advised.
"Thanks. I think I know what to get her now." He smiled, and wrapped me in a bear hug, planting a friendly kiss on the top of my head. "Yve, you're a gem." He acclaimed, hopping down the stairs two at a time.
Sam's POV
I saw. I saw him kiss her. How many women did I have to compete with? He was mine. And I am going to make sure of it!
"I'll get you. And your little dog too," I muttered hatefully as I walked away.
Chapter 3: Yve, Sam, and the Twelve Days of Christmas
It was December 13, twelve days until Christmas. I had already gotten a present for Mom, a present for Dad, for Pete, Chloe and Yve, but I needed to get one for Lana, and I just couldn't think of one. As the bus pulled up I was mulling it over, and as we got to the school, I was debating between a teddy bear or perfume. I was so distracted I ran into Sam, toppling over her papers and school books all over the stairs.
Sam's POV
I looked up, expecting to see some self-righteous snob walk right past me, not even stop to say sorry or even acknowledge my existence. But when I looked up, all I saw was a dazzling smile, attached to an equalling dazzling Clark Kent. I felt my knees go weak. I don't know what it was, but there was something about that farm boy that made me fall, I think it was probably the fact that he defended me, even against that, ugh, Chloe. So what if I did try to pay off the teacher? Does it matter? At least he was in the hospital. And Clark Kent was practically throwing himself at me, I mean, come on, 'oh, I didn't see you there, right in front of me.' yeah. He had a thing for me. Life was good.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, umm, Sam right? You were right in front of me too." he looked up and smiled. I had heard Chloe and Lana talk of the "Kent Charm," but this was not what I had expected. He was so coming on to me. Oh yeah, he wanted me.
"I was just thinking, I guess I kind off zoned out for a while," he finished. I threw my hair over my shoulder. Think Seductress.
"And what were you thinking about?" I asked. I already knew though. Me. Of course, I mean, how could he not? I feel sorry for all those boys that are just so enraptured by me, but I just can't help it.
"What to get Lana Lang for Christmas. I'm debating between a teddy bear or perfume, what do you think?" I heard the book I had just pick up hit the floor. Lana Lang. the little Slut! What fucking right did she have stealing my man? She'll be first! No second, after that Chloe.
Clark's POV
She had dropped her book, and her face shifted from zero to scarier than hell, in about two seconds.
"I-I don't know what ." she trailed off as she took off down the hall. I ran my hand through my hair
"And what the heck was that all about." I murmured.
"My thoughts exactly," Yve stated. She handed me the book I dropped. "So tell me. What happened the day you saved Lex?" she asked, intrigued. I shrugged.
"I dunno, really. He hit some barbed wire on the road and then he just -drove off the bridge, I guess. I dove in after him and pulled him out. No big thing." I said. If I ever told any one the truth.well, who knows what would happen to me?
"So you excited for Christmas, Yve? I know I am. At home we always have turkey on Christmas Eve, and ham on Christmas. My dad still insists on Santa Claus and my Mom only lets us open one gift on Christmas Eve. Then my family, Chloe's and Pete's all go for a little sleigh ride." She smiled. I thought I saw her eyes well up though.
"I never have any Christmas traditions. Last few years I've been with this one family, the Duceppe's, but nothing ever feels like Christmas should. Everyone's always fighting and being obnoxious, and Christmas just kind of happens. It's no big thing, at least it doesn't feel like it, and it should, shouldn't it?" she asked, looking up at me with those big green eyes. I nodded and told that of course it should.
"I wonder if Lex has ever had a really good Christmas, of if it just happens, like me," She wondered. And to that moment, I hadn't really thought of it.
Yve's POV
I don't know why I said it out loud. I didn't mean to. Ever since I met him, and heard about his relationship with his Dad, I just wondered if he ever had a good Christmas, if he ever had any now. Did he sit home, like me, and watch Christmas specials all night, all about happy families, the joy of Christmas, that sort of thing. Did he ever cry himself to sleep on Christmas Eve, because he just couldn't feel the magic that everyone talks about on Christmas? I wanted to know. He seemed like someone I could relate to, more than Chloe, my fiery speak your mind and be heard friend, although she's great, and more that a happy down home farm boy like Clark, or Pete. I wish I knew him better.
"So have you figured out Lana's gift yet?" I asked, desperately trying to change my train of thought, he shrugged
"I'm debating between perfume and a teddy bear. I just can't choose," he said. I nodded knowingly
"Want some woman's advice? Don't get either. Perfume says 'we're intimate. I smell you every chance I get.' A teddy bear says, 'hey there childhood buddy, my feelings for you have suddenly shifted and I've no idea what to do about it!' I say, go to Sara's bath and body and get her that kick-ass gingerbread bubble bath and some scented candles. The bubble bath says 'hey, I was thinking really hard what to get you. This is perfect for you,' not to mention it smells delicious! The candles say 'I know I'm not your boyfriend, but I care about you anyway.' Plus, candles and girls are pretty generic. Just get her some nice scented ones. That's my advice." I advised.
"Thanks. I think I know what to get her now." He smiled, and wrapped me in a bear hug, planting a friendly kiss on the top of my head. "Yve, you're a gem." He acclaimed, hopping down the stairs two at a time.
Sam's POV
I saw. I saw him kiss her. How many women did I have to compete with? He was mine. And I am going to make sure of it!
"I'll get you. And your little dog too," I muttered hatefully as I walked away.
