Disclaimer: Only Joan and Alexis are mine.
Summary: Joan asks Clark something that's been on her mind recently.
Chapter 2:
CHANGES
Joan woke up again the next morning. No Cheese Rabbits haunting her dreams. Good. However, there had been an unusually large amount of anime.
She was afraid. VERY afraid.
The blue was still in her hair from yesterday, however it was also on her pillow and sheets and her one-eyed cat, Reggie. She brushed the blue off all of them and Reggie purred in his sleep and twitched. Joan grabbed some clothes and was ready in less time because she didn't have to retouch her hair. Amazingly, it didn't was out in the shower! Smallville was a very strange town . . .
Two seconds later, Joan had scrambled onto the bus and had forgotten that thought. She had been distracted by something shiney. Again.
The ride wasn't as long as it had been yesterday because she had been trying to find a way to make her year more interesting. Last year, at her old school, the most interesting thing that she'd done was let her friend cut her hair. And she was still paying dearly for that.
She figured it would be easier to make her life more interesting in a small town than a big city because there were more farms and thus more equipment to put interesting stuff into (i.e. a beanie baby into a wood chipper). She had done a fair amount of research on Smallville and, to her delight, had found that the town had been hit by a bunch of glowing, green meteors and, ever since then, little things had been happening. And around her, strange things happened, too. Adding the two together would prove to be a most interesting year.
The school bus came to a stop and Sterling Joan DeRobertis grabbed her back-pack and stepped out of the bus, making a beeline for her locker.
She managed to find her proper locker, but still broke into the other one just for the hell of it. Then she shut it. There was nothing worth taking, but she did leave a little bit of sandwich in the back where no one could see it. A nice, green, little surprise in a month or two. She went to her first period class, taking her seat next two Clark Kent again. She tried to imagine him with blue hair. It actually look good. In her opinion, though, everyone would look better with blue hair. You could never go wrong with blue. The second thing she noticed about him was there was something strange. Something she just couldn't place her finger on.
She decided to chalk it all up to the fact that he was doing that thing where you close one eye, then open it and close the other, and alternate back and forth so it looks like the room is moving. And, since he lacked all winking capabilities, he had to rely on his fingers to close each eyelid. Special.
Joan turned her attention back to the board. Clark was creeping her out.
Break had begun and Clark, Chloe, Pete, and Joan were, once again, discussing Clark's love life, or lack thereof.
"I still say you kick Jock-Boy's ass," Joan said.
Clark shrugged. "I could, but I doubt Lana would like me very much for that."
Joan shrugged and sighed. "Fine," she said. " . . . I'll do it." She started off in the direction of Whitney but Pete grabbed her arm.
"No. Don't. Ya can't take him."
"What? Why not?!"
"Well, for one he works out. A lot. I watch him with my binoculars when no one's looking - "
Everyone looked at each other.
" - and second, he's about 6 feet tall and you're only 4 feet tall," Pete explained.
"Hey!" Joan said indignantly. "I'm 5'1". And a HALF! And since I'm little, I can scurry around easier! Like some sort of hamster!" However, that little fact didn't convince anyone further. "What?! Those things are fast when they want to move! Believe me! And besides, I don't care what Lana thinks of me! I'm the perfect candidate!"
"I say we let her loose."
"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Chloe!"
"Chloe, you're not helping," Clark said.
Pete had let go of Joan's arm, but was ready to block her if need be. Joan was still trying to convince them that she could do it. "Fine. I won't try it. But what if, I dunno, I happen to be passing by, one of us trips, and I 'accidentally' kick him in the groin?"
"NOOOO!!!!"
Everyone stared at Pete.
"I mean, uh, I don't think Lana or Clark would like that?"
"Ahhh," everyone said, nodding. Pete scuffed his shoes on the ground.
"Can I do anything to him?"
"What makes you so eager to get him?" Chloe asked suspiciously.
"He bugs me. There's just something about him that makes me wanna punch his little face in," Joan growled, balling her hands into fists.
Everyone was silent for a while, then Chloe said, "You're a very violent little person."
"Granted."
The bell rang and people slowly started filing toward class.
Later, at lunch, the next time they were all together, Joan tapped Clark on the shoulder. She had been waiting to ask him this question since they'd met and she prayed he'd say yes. He seemed to like her enough.
"Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I do your hair?"
Clark looked at Chloe. No reaction. He looked at Pete. Still no reaction. He looked at his sandwich. It told him to go for it. He looked down at Joan. "Yeah, sure. I guess so."
"Okay. Meet me after school at my house. It's the one with the one-eyed cat in the driveway."
Clark gave her a weird look.
"It's the one with the one-eyed cat in the driveway," she said again, slower.
"Okay . . . then."
After school that day, Clark was sitting in a wicker chair with a bowl of egg-whites on one side, a super glue bottle to the other, and in front of him was blue hair dye. He was very afraid.
"Okay. What we're gonna do is - "
"Can I watch?" a voice said from the doorway.
"Yeah, sure. Clark, this is Alexis, my younger sister. Alexis, this is my new guinea pig, Clark."
"Hi, Guinea Pig."
The 14 year old sat on Joan's bed and watched as Joan squirted super glue onto Clark's head.
"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. First, I'm gonna dye your hair blue. Then I'm gonne let it set, and then I'm gonna spike it. Okay?"
"No."
"Too bad. Alexis, bar the door."
Alexis obeyed as Joan combed in the blue hair dye. Within seconds, she had successfully made blue streaks in his hair and two points. "Hmmm . . . " she said thoughtfully, stepping back. "It kinda looks like Wolverine's pointy hair from the X-Men."
"Is that the look we're going for?"
Joan paused, then said, "It is now," and began to put the comb in a bowl of water and remove the blue of it. Alexis passed her a comb and held up one point as Joan combed egg-whites and super glue into it, creating one point. "Would you be totally against growing sideburns."
"Uhhh, yeah."
"Too bad."
"Joan, you're obsess," Alexis said.
"Shut it." Joan continued to work on the other side as the other point drooped and more super glue was added. After she was done, she stepped back, uncertain.
"Hand me a mirror."
"I don't think . . . "
"A mirror!" Alexis passed a small hand mirror to him. He slowly brought it up to his face. He had two very defined Wolverine points. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Outside, birds were disturbed and flew out of the trees.
"There, there. It's not that bad." Joan looked up at Alexis and mouthed, "It is."
Clark closed his eyes and sobbed into his hands.
"I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them
I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again."
"Uh-oh," Joan said grimly, her attention turned toward her unusually tall younger sister.
"What? What's 'Uh-oh'? And where did that music come from?" Alexis asked, a little frightened. "And where is it coming from?!" she asked as the music played on.
"Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday."
"It's coming from Clark. Clark! It's okay! It'll look better in the morning! I promise!"
"Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now"
"Stop it!" Joan ordered.
"Na na na na na na na"
"Are you mocking me?!" Joan yelled at him as the music played on, then said sarcastically, "Oh, this is wonderful. Just wonderful."
"Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now"
"SHUT-UP! I told you! It'll look better by the time we get to school!"
"I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that it's all okay
I like to laugh so my friends won't know
When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home"
Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world is so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now
I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now"
"STOP IT!"
"I don't wanna hear you say
That I will understand someday
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna meet your friends
And I don't wanna start over again
I just wanna my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Somedays I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now
"I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now"
OOC: If you don't know where I'm going with this strange tale, that's okay. Neither do I.
Summary: Joan asks Clark something that's been on her mind recently.
Chapter 2:
CHANGES
Joan woke up again the next morning. No Cheese Rabbits haunting her dreams. Good. However, there had been an unusually large amount of anime.
She was afraid. VERY afraid.
The blue was still in her hair from yesterday, however it was also on her pillow and sheets and her one-eyed cat, Reggie. She brushed the blue off all of them and Reggie purred in his sleep and twitched. Joan grabbed some clothes and was ready in less time because she didn't have to retouch her hair. Amazingly, it didn't was out in the shower! Smallville was a very strange town . . .
Two seconds later, Joan had scrambled onto the bus and had forgotten that thought. She had been distracted by something shiney. Again.
The ride wasn't as long as it had been yesterday because she had been trying to find a way to make her year more interesting. Last year, at her old school, the most interesting thing that she'd done was let her friend cut her hair. And she was still paying dearly for that.
She figured it would be easier to make her life more interesting in a small town than a big city because there were more farms and thus more equipment to put interesting stuff into (i.e. a beanie baby into a wood chipper). She had done a fair amount of research on Smallville and, to her delight, had found that the town had been hit by a bunch of glowing, green meteors and, ever since then, little things had been happening. And around her, strange things happened, too. Adding the two together would prove to be a most interesting year.
The school bus came to a stop and Sterling Joan DeRobertis grabbed her back-pack and stepped out of the bus, making a beeline for her locker.
She managed to find her proper locker, but still broke into the other one just for the hell of it. Then she shut it. There was nothing worth taking, but she did leave a little bit of sandwich in the back where no one could see it. A nice, green, little surprise in a month or two. She went to her first period class, taking her seat next two Clark Kent again. She tried to imagine him with blue hair. It actually look good. In her opinion, though, everyone would look better with blue hair. You could never go wrong with blue. The second thing she noticed about him was there was something strange. Something she just couldn't place her finger on.
She decided to chalk it all up to the fact that he was doing that thing where you close one eye, then open it and close the other, and alternate back and forth so it looks like the room is moving. And, since he lacked all winking capabilities, he had to rely on his fingers to close each eyelid. Special.
Joan turned her attention back to the board. Clark was creeping her out.
Break had begun and Clark, Chloe, Pete, and Joan were, once again, discussing Clark's love life, or lack thereof.
"I still say you kick Jock-Boy's ass," Joan said.
Clark shrugged. "I could, but I doubt Lana would like me very much for that."
Joan shrugged and sighed. "Fine," she said. " . . . I'll do it." She started off in the direction of Whitney but Pete grabbed her arm.
"No. Don't. Ya can't take him."
"What? Why not?!"
"Well, for one he works out. A lot. I watch him with my binoculars when no one's looking - "
Everyone looked at each other.
" - and second, he's about 6 feet tall and you're only 4 feet tall," Pete explained.
"Hey!" Joan said indignantly. "I'm 5'1". And a HALF! And since I'm little, I can scurry around easier! Like some sort of hamster!" However, that little fact didn't convince anyone further. "What?! Those things are fast when they want to move! Believe me! And besides, I don't care what Lana thinks of me! I'm the perfect candidate!"
"I say we let her loose."
"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Chloe!"
"Chloe, you're not helping," Clark said.
Pete had let go of Joan's arm, but was ready to block her if need be. Joan was still trying to convince them that she could do it. "Fine. I won't try it. But what if, I dunno, I happen to be passing by, one of us trips, and I 'accidentally' kick him in the groin?"
"NOOOO!!!!"
Everyone stared at Pete.
"I mean, uh, I don't think Lana or Clark would like that?"
"Ahhh," everyone said, nodding. Pete scuffed his shoes on the ground.
"Can I do anything to him?"
"What makes you so eager to get him?" Chloe asked suspiciously.
"He bugs me. There's just something about him that makes me wanna punch his little face in," Joan growled, balling her hands into fists.
Everyone was silent for a while, then Chloe said, "You're a very violent little person."
"Granted."
The bell rang and people slowly started filing toward class.
Later, at lunch, the next time they were all together, Joan tapped Clark on the shoulder. She had been waiting to ask him this question since they'd met and she prayed he'd say yes. He seemed to like her enough.
"Clark?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I do your hair?"
Clark looked at Chloe. No reaction. He looked at Pete. Still no reaction. He looked at his sandwich. It told him to go for it. He looked down at Joan. "Yeah, sure. I guess so."
"Okay. Meet me after school at my house. It's the one with the one-eyed cat in the driveway."
Clark gave her a weird look.
"It's the one with the one-eyed cat in the driveway," she said again, slower.
"Okay . . . then."
After school that day, Clark was sitting in a wicker chair with a bowl of egg-whites on one side, a super glue bottle to the other, and in front of him was blue hair dye. He was very afraid.
"Okay. What we're gonna do is - "
"Can I watch?" a voice said from the doorway.
"Yeah, sure. Clark, this is Alexis, my younger sister. Alexis, this is my new guinea pig, Clark."
"Hi, Guinea Pig."
The 14 year old sat on Joan's bed and watched as Joan squirted super glue onto Clark's head.
"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. First, I'm gonna dye your hair blue. Then I'm gonne let it set, and then I'm gonna spike it. Okay?"
"No."
"Too bad. Alexis, bar the door."
Alexis obeyed as Joan combed in the blue hair dye. Within seconds, she had successfully made blue streaks in his hair and two points. "Hmmm . . . " she said thoughtfully, stepping back. "It kinda looks like Wolverine's pointy hair from the X-Men."
"Is that the look we're going for?"
Joan paused, then said, "It is now," and began to put the comb in a bowl of water and remove the blue of it. Alexis passed her a comb and held up one point as Joan combed egg-whites and super glue into it, creating one point. "Would you be totally against growing sideburns."
"Uhhh, yeah."
"Too bad."
"Joan, you're obsess," Alexis said.
"Shut it." Joan continued to work on the other side as the other point drooped and more super glue was added. After she was done, she stepped back, uncertain.
"Hand me a mirror."
"I don't think . . . "
"A mirror!" Alexis passed a small hand mirror to him. He slowly brought it up to his face. He had two very defined Wolverine points. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Outside, birds were disturbed and flew out of the trees.
"There, there. It's not that bad." Joan looked up at Alexis and mouthed, "It is."
Clark closed his eyes and sobbed into his hands.
"I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them
I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again."
"Uh-oh," Joan said grimly, her attention turned toward her unusually tall younger sister.
"What? What's 'Uh-oh'? And where did that music come from?" Alexis asked, a little frightened. "And where is it coming from?!" she asked as the music played on.
"Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday."
"It's coming from Clark. Clark! It's okay! It'll look better in the morning! I promise!"
"Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now"
"Stop it!" Joan ordered.
"Na na na na na na na"
"Are you mocking me?!" Joan yelled at him as the music played on, then said sarcastically, "Oh, this is wonderful. Just wonderful."
"Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now"
"SHUT-UP! I told you! It'll look better by the time we get to school!"
"I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that it's all okay
I like to laugh so my friends won't know
When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home"
Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world is so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now
I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now"
"STOP IT!"
"I don't wanna hear you say
That I will understand someday
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna meet your friends
And I don't wanna start over again
I just wanna my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Somedays I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now
"I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now"
OOC: If you don't know where I'm going with this strange tale, that's okay. Neither do I.