I Blame The Coffee
Disclaimer: See part 1
Summary: Never operate heavy machinery or talk to the friend you are obsessively in love with while under the influence of caffeine. There can be life-altering consequences.
Author's Note: Okay, I was planning on working on the third and final installment of this series, which would be Clark's point of view. Of course, as is often the case, another character weasled his way into the loop. Lex can be so demanding. I tried to tell him no. I said, "You just don't fit into this situation. I'm sorry, you have to sit this one out." But he insisted. Word of advice. Never issue a challenge to a Luthor, no matter how innocuous it may seem. They live to prove people wrong.
I also blame Lex's appearance on rougegal17, who reviewed I Blame The Coffee at Fanfiction.net and made the suggestion. I swear, the guy overhears everything!
Lex's POV - An unobtrusive table at The Beanery
Never let it be said that teenagers can't be entertaining. Because right now, watching this fascinating dance between Clark and Chloe is far more amusing than an afternoon spent humiliating my father's lackys.
For the past few minutes, I've been watching Clark and Chloe have a rather animated discussion. Well, Chloe is animated. Clark just looks irritated.
They didn't notice me when they each came in. I had tucked myself back in a corner so I could people watch. There's so much you can learn just by watching. But I digress.
From my vantage point, I can see Clark clearly, and the back of Chloe's head. She's been bouncing in her seat for the past five minutes. Probably all that coffee she's had. Maybe she should have an IV hooked up. A straight shot to the system.
I can tell that whatever they're talking about has Clark pretty, well, I guess bummed would be the best term. Three guesses what's bummed him out. And the first two don't count. Can that boy look any more pitiful?
Ah, now Chloe's hands are fluttering about. A sign of the truly hyper. I take back what I said about the IV. Chloe and caffeine are a dangerous combination.
Clark is looking more irritated by the moment. It's cute. He looks like a pissed off puppy - not intimidating in the least. Especially not to Chloe.
And there she went. I knew she wouldn't be able to sit still for long. She's off to the...other side of the booth. You know, I would have thought the bathroom. That girl must have an iron bladder. Maybe it's those meteor rocks. Good side-effect.
Ah, Clark gets a hug from the cute, bubbly blonde. Let me amend that. In that top, she's a cute, bubbly, busty blonde. Chloe, Chloe, where have you been hiding?
You know, Clark is so lucky to have friends like that. Willing to give you a br...I mean shoulder, to cry on. Mind out of the gutter, Lex. Maybe I should give up coffee too.
Now Clark looks confused. If I were standing behind him, I would smack him. Come on, you can't be that dense. She's being a good friend. A friendly hug. A comforting gesture. Somebody get the boy a clue.
And apparently Chloe is giving him one. She's pointing at her mouth. What am I missing here? Because that was highly suggestive.
I'd say Clark agrees with my assessment. He just went from confused to hungry in 2.6 seconds. Chloe appears to have caught on too. I can feel the heat all the way over here. Maybe I better just loosen my tie.
I think I'm going to have to ask the waitress to throw some ice water on those two, or the after school clientele will be getting an up close and personal sex education. Or at least a lesson in make-out techniques.
A movement out of the corner of my eye pulls me away from Clark and Chloe. It looks like it's going to be Pete Ross who breaks up this little party.
Oh God. I just blew hot coffee out of my nose. That hurt. But that was so funny. When Pete sat down across from them, Clark literally jumped to the other side of the bench. I'm surprised he didn't make a dent in the wall. And Chloe. That look is hot enough to singe every hair on my head. You know. If I had hair. Which I don't.
Maybe I should ask the waitress to get a body bag instead.
Luckily for Pete, Chloe is getting out of here fast. Clark is catatonic. I don't think he's moved since that initial leap. He looks up suddenly with that choir boy caught in the headlights look, then runs for the exit himself. That leaves poor Mr. Ross all by himself.
Ah, another interesting installment from As Smallville Turns has come to an end. People watching is definitely educational. Maybe I need to rethink my matchmaking.
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Okay, I swear the next one will be Clark. I swear on my coworker's balding head, I will write Clark next and it will be soon!
Disclaimer: See part 1
Summary: Never operate heavy machinery or talk to the friend you are obsessively in love with while under the influence of caffeine. There can be life-altering consequences.
Author's Note: Okay, I was planning on working on the third and final installment of this series, which would be Clark's point of view. Of course, as is often the case, another character weasled his way into the loop. Lex can be so demanding. I tried to tell him no. I said, "You just don't fit into this situation. I'm sorry, you have to sit this one out." But he insisted. Word of advice. Never issue a challenge to a Luthor, no matter how innocuous it may seem. They live to prove people wrong.
I also blame Lex's appearance on rougegal17, who reviewed I Blame The Coffee at Fanfiction.net and made the suggestion. I swear, the guy overhears everything!
Lex's POV - An unobtrusive table at The Beanery
Never let it be said that teenagers can't be entertaining. Because right now, watching this fascinating dance between Clark and Chloe is far more amusing than an afternoon spent humiliating my father's lackys.
For the past few minutes, I've been watching Clark and Chloe have a rather animated discussion. Well, Chloe is animated. Clark just looks irritated.
They didn't notice me when they each came in. I had tucked myself back in a corner so I could people watch. There's so much you can learn just by watching. But I digress.
From my vantage point, I can see Clark clearly, and the back of Chloe's head. She's been bouncing in her seat for the past five minutes. Probably all that coffee she's had. Maybe she should have an IV hooked up. A straight shot to the system.
I can tell that whatever they're talking about has Clark pretty, well, I guess bummed would be the best term. Three guesses what's bummed him out. And the first two don't count. Can that boy look any more pitiful?
Ah, now Chloe's hands are fluttering about. A sign of the truly hyper. I take back what I said about the IV. Chloe and caffeine are a dangerous combination.
Clark is looking more irritated by the moment. It's cute. He looks like a pissed off puppy - not intimidating in the least. Especially not to Chloe.
And there she went. I knew she wouldn't be able to sit still for long. She's off to the...other side of the booth. You know, I would have thought the bathroom. That girl must have an iron bladder. Maybe it's those meteor rocks. Good side-effect.
Ah, Clark gets a hug from the cute, bubbly blonde. Let me amend that. In that top, she's a cute, bubbly, busty blonde. Chloe, Chloe, where have you been hiding?
You know, Clark is so lucky to have friends like that. Willing to give you a br...I mean shoulder, to cry on. Mind out of the gutter, Lex. Maybe I should give up coffee too.
Now Clark looks confused. If I were standing behind him, I would smack him. Come on, you can't be that dense. She's being a good friend. A friendly hug. A comforting gesture. Somebody get the boy a clue.
And apparently Chloe is giving him one. She's pointing at her mouth. What am I missing here? Because that was highly suggestive.
I'd say Clark agrees with my assessment. He just went from confused to hungry in 2.6 seconds. Chloe appears to have caught on too. I can feel the heat all the way over here. Maybe I better just loosen my tie.
I think I'm going to have to ask the waitress to throw some ice water on those two, or the after school clientele will be getting an up close and personal sex education. Or at least a lesson in make-out techniques.
A movement out of the corner of my eye pulls me away from Clark and Chloe. It looks like it's going to be Pete Ross who breaks up this little party.
Oh God. I just blew hot coffee out of my nose. That hurt. But that was so funny. When Pete sat down across from them, Clark literally jumped to the other side of the bench. I'm surprised he didn't make a dent in the wall. And Chloe. That look is hot enough to singe every hair on my head. You know. If I had hair. Which I don't.
Maybe I should ask the waitress to get a body bag instead.
Luckily for Pete, Chloe is getting out of here fast. Clark is catatonic. I don't think he's moved since that initial leap. He looks up suddenly with that choir boy caught in the headlights look, then runs for the exit himself. That leaves poor Mr. Ross all by himself.
Ah, another interesting installment from As Smallville Turns has come to an end. People watching is definitely educational. Maybe I need to rethink my matchmaking.
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Okay, I swear the next one will be Clark. I swear on my coworker's balding head, I will write Clark next and it will be soon!