Disclaimer: I don't own it, who knew?
Author's Note: I didn't intend to write anymore of this fic, but I was listening to 'Wonderful Tonight' and somehow got inspired to write Lex's POV. Anyway I hope you like it, I'm planning to do a proper story lined fic soon, but I've got myself stuck in the middle of another fic which needs to be finished and typed up, yet I've lost almost all motivation for either. I'd appreciate feedback on whether or not it's worth planning a Smallville fic or if I'm better off just leaving it because my characterisation and stuff is just rubbish.
Taste in Men.
Dear God, Lex how do you manage it? No matter what you do to fit in with these people you're always shunned like a leper. Maybe you should invest in a bell as dear old Dad suggested when you were younger. It's not even like you have Clark to talk to. I spy with my little eye something beginning with C.
And ending with a big old pain in the ass interrogation. Do not go over there Lex, you know better than this, you have a phenomenal IQ, and degrees which prove you to be way smarter than THIS!
You had to do it, didn't you now you're trapped and they're playing country music. Still, she does look a lot happier than she did five minutes ago. And she is looking great in that outfit; even better, she doesn't know how attractive she is, she is much less obvious than Lana. Clark's a nice guy but sometimes he really does act like a big dumb farm boy, he's almost worse than that guy on the thing with the girl in the leather, oh the leather!
I can't believe they're playing this, Mom's favourite song. Chloe likes it too, is she laughing at me. She is so like Mom, that sparkle behind her eyes, her love of life, the way she doesn't let go if she cares about something passionately. Then there's the way she looked in the hospital; that was way too much like Mom, thank God it wasn't worse. That was when I first started wanting to protect her like she was MY friend and not Clark's.
This song is way too appropriate to Chloe, the way she blew those guys off, she probably didn't even realise they were coming on to her. She's oblivious to practically every guy who isn't Clark Kent. Finally, someone immune to Dad, and she's immune to me too. Damn, Clark's coming.
Why, why does he want to dance with her right when I'm enjoying myself? I'll let her choose but so help me if she says yes, Daddy will be managing our plant in Alaska.
That look, did she mean it, she just told me with her eyes she didn't want him I'm sure. Maybe, she didn't mean it for real; it was just a temporary reaction to being ignored. But it must be hope at least.
Lex Luthor, you're a lucky man. That's what people tell me. They mean my millions and my fabulous father. But that's not why I feel lucky right now, I feel lucky because a beautiful woman is in my arms and is more than ready to put me in my place when I step out of line. She may call me 'Mr. Luthor' and pretend to be polite, but she treats me like Lex, she actually does see past my millions. Maybe all she sees right now is the story, but one day she may see the man instead.