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characters.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school.
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
Detention seemed to drag on and on. Clark kept looking at the clock. Every second seemed like a minute, every minute an hour. He tried to work on his homework, but it was just so boring. He was trying to wade through a chapter of this Biology book. But between thinking of what to tell Pete and how to get over Lana, he couldn't remember half of what he read. After rereading the same sentence for the tenth time, Clark could feel his eyelids starting to get heavy. He was just about to nod off when the bell rang.
"Alright, you are free to go," the Dean announced.
Clark picked up his stuff and headed out the door. Trying to read Biology had made him so tired that he didn't feel like walking or running home, so he decided to take the activity bus home.
Out front, Clark was accompanied by most of the winter athletes. He watched as basketball players, wrestlers, rifle team members, and hockey players made their way to various vehicles. A few stopped and mingled on the sidewalk while waiting for the bus. One in particular caught his eye. She was standing off to the side by herself, patiently waiting for the bus. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants, a huge hooded sweatshirt, and a navy blue letterman's jacket. The hood of her sweatshirt was pulled up over her head, covering her damp, sweaty, blondish brown hair. On her back she wore a dark green backpack that looked like it could explode at any minute. And hanging on her right shoulder was a large navy duffle bag. Her baggy clothes hid her figure, but one could easily see that she was short, 5'2" at the most. Clark smiled at the site, the girl barely came up to his armpits. Obviously tired of standing, the girl placed her duffle bag and backpack on the ground and then sat on the duffle bag. She glanced at the people around her, including Clark. He noticed she had blue eyes and a small nose set on a thin face. Her lips were not thin, but definitely not full. All in all he thought she was fairly attractive.
The bus finally pulled up. The girl picked up her stuff, and got in line to get on the bus. Clark got on the bus last. He took the remaining open seat, which happened to be across from the girl. Her duffle bag was placed against the window, and her backpack on top of it. She was slumped down in the seat with her knees pushed into the back of the seat in front of her. She was leaning on her elbow, which was propped up against her bags, staring out the window. Clark decided to introduce himself.
As the bus started to pull away from the school, Clark swiftly moved from his seat into the remaining space in hers. She took a quick glance at Clark and then returned to staring out the window.
"I think if I tried to sit the way you are sitting right now, my knees would be in my chest," Clark joked while flashing a blinding smile.
"On of the few upsides to being vertically challenged." She said while cracking a small smile of her own.
"I'm Clark, Clark Kent."
"Kacey Peterson."
"So…I take it you're new in town?"
"Yeah, my mom, my brother, my sister, and I just moved here from Avella, Pa."
"Oh," Clark said pretending he knew where that was.
"It's in the southwestern part of the state. Not many people know where it is, so don't feel bad." She added, seeing that Clark was obviously clueless.
"So…what part of town did you move to?"
"We bought some farm on Hickory Lane."
"Really!! You guys must have bought the Wilson's old place. It's not far from my house. Well, not far by Smallville standards anyway." Clark joked.
Clark had barley got that last part out when the bus suddenly died. The driver let the bus drift over to the side of the road, and then got out to inspect the engine.
"I'll be right back," Clark said as he followed the driver out.
The driver and Clark came back a few minutes later.
"Listen up everyone," the driver said. "The engine died. I don't know what's wrong with it. I'm going to call the school, so they can get another bus out here. But it will probably take a while. So, you can either sit tight or walk."
A grown filled the bus as the students took in the news. Clark sat back down next to Kacey.
"My place is only a mile down the road. If you want you can come with me, and then I can drive you the rest of the way home." Clark said.
"Are you sure you won't mind? I wouldn't want to intrude."
"I'm positive," Clark said, laughing a little.
"Ok, thanks."
She gathered up her stuff and followed Clark off the bus.
They walked on in silence for a little while, until Clark finally spoke up.
"Do you want me to carry something for you? I feel guilty watching you lug all that stuff around."
"No, it's ok. I'm used to it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, positive."
"Alright." Clark said in a way that showed he didn't really believe her, but wasn't going to argue. "So, I'm guessing you're on the basketball team."
"Yep. How about you? You seem like the sporty type."
"No, not really. I don't really have time for sports," Clark said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Oh…I'm sorry. Farm work, huh?"
"Yeah, my dad relies on me a lot."
"I see," Kacey said as she hiked her bag further up on her shoulder.
"Ok, that's it. I'm carrying that. Hand it over." Clark said in a seriously joking manner, as he reached over and grabbed her bag before she could protest.
"Well, I can see I have no choice in the manner," she replied with a smile.
The two walked on talking quite a bit. Clark found that along with basketball, Kacey was also active in soccer, softball, and horseback riding. She had also been invited to join the math team and French club. Clark told her about the torch, Pete, and Chloe. He didn't tell her about Chloe's meteor theory though. He figured he would let Chloe handle that one. They soon found themselves at the Kent farm. They walked out back where they found Martha cutting firewood.
"MOM!!" Clark yelled over the noise of the chainsaw.
His mother shut it off, and turned to her son.
"Clark where have you been. You should have been home three hours ago!!" His mother said in a worried ton.
"I'll explain later. Mom, this is Kacey Peterson. Her and her family moved into the old Wilson place."
"Hello, it's nice to meet you Kacey."
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Kent."
"So mom, the bus broke down, and I told Kacey I would give her a ride home. Is that ok?"
"Sure, the keys are on the kitchen table."
"Thanks, mom."
"Goodbye Mrs. Kent."
"Goodbye. Drive safe!!"
"I will don't worry."
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school.
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
Detention seemed to drag on and on. Clark kept looking at the clock. Every second seemed like a minute, every minute an hour. He tried to work on his homework, but it was just so boring. He was trying to wade through a chapter of this Biology book. But between thinking of what to tell Pete and how to get over Lana, he couldn't remember half of what he read. After rereading the same sentence for the tenth time, Clark could feel his eyelids starting to get heavy. He was just about to nod off when the bell rang.
"Alright, you are free to go," the Dean announced.
Clark picked up his stuff and headed out the door. Trying to read Biology had made him so tired that he didn't feel like walking or running home, so he decided to take the activity bus home.
Out front, Clark was accompanied by most of the winter athletes. He watched as basketball players, wrestlers, rifle team members, and hockey players made their way to various vehicles. A few stopped and mingled on the sidewalk while waiting for the bus. One in particular caught his eye. She was standing off to the side by herself, patiently waiting for the bus. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants, a huge hooded sweatshirt, and a navy blue letterman's jacket. The hood of her sweatshirt was pulled up over her head, covering her damp, sweaty, blondish brown hair. On her back she wore a dark green backpack that looked like it could explode at any minute. And hanging on her right shoulder was a large navy duffle bag. Her baggy clothes hid her figure, but one could easily see that she was short, 5'2" at the most. Clark smiled at the site, the girl barely came up to his armpits. Obviously tired of standing, the girl placed her duffle bag and backpack on the ground and then sat on the duffle bag. She glanced at the people around her, including Clark. He noticed she had blue eyes and a small nose set on a thin face. Her lips were not thin, but definitely not full. All in all he thought she was fairly attractive.
The bus finally pulled up. The girl picked up her stuff, and got in line to get on the bus. Clark got on the bus last. He took the remaining open seat, which happened to be across from the girl. Her duffle bag was placed against the window, and her backpack on top of it. She was slumped down in the seat with her knees pushed into the back of the seat in front of her. She was leaning on her elbow, which was propped up against her bags, staring out the window. Clark decided to introduce himself.
As the bus started to pull away from the school, Clark swiftly moved from his seat into the remaining space in hers. She took a quick glance at Clark and then returned to staring out the window.
"I think if I tried to sit the way you are sitting right now, my knees would be in my chest," Clark joked while flashing a blinding smile.
"On of the few upsides to being vertically challenged." She said while cracking a small smile of her own.
"I'm Clark, Clark Kent."
"Kacey Peterson."
"So…I take it you're new in town?"
"Yeah, my mom, my brother, my sister, and I just moved here from Avella, Pa."
"Oh," Clark said pretending he knew where that was.
"It's in the southwestern part of the state. Not many people know where it is, so don't feel bad." She added, seeing that Clark was obviously clueless.
"So…what part of town did you move to?"
"We bought some farm on Hickory Lane."
"Really!! You guys must have bought the Wilson's old place. It's not far from my house. Well, not far by Smallville standards anyway." Clark joked.
Clark had barley got that last part out when the bus suddenly died. The driver let the bus drift over to the side of the road, and then got out to inspect the engine.
"I'll be right back," Clark said as he followed the driver out.
The driver and Clark came back a few minutes later.
"Listen up everyone," the driver said. "The engine died. I don't know what's wrong with it. I'm going to call the school, so they can get another bus out here. But it will probably take a while. So, you can either sit tight or walk."
A grown filled the bus as the students took in the news. Clark sat back down next to Kacey.
"My place is only a mile down the road. If you want you can come with me, and then I can drive you the rest of the way home." Clark said.
"Are you sure you won't mind? I wouldn't want to intrude."
"I'm positive," Clark said, laughing a little.
"Ok, thanks."
She gathered up her stuff and followed Clark off the bus.
They walked on in silence for a little while, until Clark finally spoke up.
"Do you want me to carry something for you? I feel guilty watching you lug all that stuff around."
"No, it's ok. I'm used to it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, positive."
"Alright." Clark said in a way that showed he didn't really believe her, but wasn't going to argue. "So, I'm guessing you're on the basketball team."
"Yep. How about you? You seem like the sporty type."
"No, not really. I don't really have time for sports," Clark said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Oh…I'm sorry. Farm work, huh?"
"Yeah, my dad relies on me a lot."
"I see," Kacey said as she hiked her bag further up on her shoulder.
"Ok, that's it. I'm carrying that. Hand it over." Clark said in a seriously joking manner, as he reached over and grabbed her bag before she could protest.
"Well, I can see I have no choice in the manner," she replied with a smile.
The two walked on talking quite a bit. Clark found that along with basketball, Kacey was also active in soccer, softball, and horseback riding. She had also been invited to join the math team and French club. Clark told her about the torch, Pete, and Chloe. He didn't tell her about Chloe's meteor theory though. He figured he would let Chloe handle that one. They soon found themselves at the Kent farm. They walked out back where they found Martha cutting firewood.
"MOM!!" Clark yelled over the noise of the chainsaw.
His mother shut it off, and turned to her son.
"Clark where have you been. You should have been home three hours ago!!" His mother said in a worried ton.
"I'll explain later. Mom, this is Kacey Peterson. Her and her family moved into the old Wilson place."
"Hello, it's nice to meet you Kacey."
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Kent."
"So mom, the bus broke down, and I told Kacey I would give her a ride home. Is that ok?"
"Sure, the keys are on the kitchen table."
"Thanks, mom."
"Goodbye Mrs. Kent."
"Goodbye. Drive safe!!"
"I will don't worry."