6. Best Friend's Girl / Do The Twist
CLARK
Chloe looks beautiful. She bought me a button-hole. A white rose-bud.
Lex buys her white roses. I push that thought away.
Pete and his latest girl. Chloe skips away to take pictures, and I find myself talking to Whitney.
He wants me to take care of Lana while he's away.
First Lex, now Whitney. Asking me to look after the women they love. Putting me in a position that makes me squirm, because I love them both.
A few months ago, I would have wanted to be dancing with Lana. Now I'm torn. In my arms is the most sparkling, witty woman in the room. I would like to kiss her, but I can't.
I never realised what I had until I lost it.
She's my best friend's girl. That's how the song goes, isn't it?
She glows when they are together. You can see it. It's like a light inside her, happy and confident. Now the light has dimmed a bit. I could step in.
But I can't. I'm the good guy.
Chloe was just...Chloe. Until I saw her through Lex's eyes. He's an experienced guy, right, from the big city. And he saw what I'd been blind to. And suddenly, I saw it too. Every so often, I flashback on that film I saw. Which makes me feel like crap, because of the other things it makes me feel.
The telescope points up to the stars now.
CHLOE
Dancing with Clark at the Spring Formal. My favourite song. Intimate and sweet, and so very, very wrong.
I haven't seen or spoken with Lex for a couple of days, and it feels like so much longer. Even though we don't see each other much during the week, I'm used to the sense of him being there. That I could call on my cell-phone, and hear his voice. But I went teenage on him. So what he needs at the moment. Right on, Sullivan. He's trying to save your Dad's job.
Have to reach up a little further to Clark's shoulders, and the adjustment burns up my nerves. I shouldn't be here.
The dream that I held for most of the last year, and it's just...wrong. The wrong man. It should be Lex here, smiling down at me, and not having to be the one in charge of everything.
The music stops. We were an inch away from destroying everything. I don't blame him for running.
***
LANA
I don't know who I'm crying for. Whitney or myself.
I gave him my pendant. 'For luck'. Letting go of my past. All of it.
I'm tired of grieving bravely. Tired of being perfect. I'd like to have a bad day without it being Torch fodder.
I'm the type of girl that wants to cheat on her boyfriend.
Her brave marine boyfriend, who just lost his father.
Being hit in the face by a row of mailboxes is a rude awakening. And I watch the silent columns dance across the fields towards me, weaving and spinning. Can't do anything but climb back into the cab in numb fear.
And the only thing that comes to mind,
"Clark!"
CLARK
Chloe looks beautiful. She bought me a button-hole. A white rose-bud.
Lex buys her white roses. I push that thought away.
Pete and his latest girl. Chloe skips away to take pictures, and I find myself talking to Whitney.
He wants me to take care of Lana while he's away.
First Lex, now Whitney. Asking me to look after the women they love. Putting me in a position that makes me squirm, because I love them both.
A few months ago, I would have wanted to be dancing with Lana. Now I'm torn. In my arms is the most sparkling, witty woman in the room. I would like to kiss her, but I can't.
I never realised what I had until I lost it.
She's my best friend's girl. That's how the song goes, isn't it?
She glows when they are together. You can see it. It's like a light inside her, happy and confident. Now the light has dimmed a bit. I could step in.
But I can't. I'm the good guy.
Chloe was just...Chloe. Until I saw her through Lex's eyes. He's an experienced guy, right, from the big city. And he saw what I'd been blind to. And suddenly, I saw it too. Every so often, I flashback on that film I saw. Which makes me feel like crap, because of the other things it makes me feel.
The telescope points up to the stars now.
CHLOE
Dancing with Clark at the Spring Formal. My favourite song. Intimate and sweet, and so very, very wrong.
I haven't seen or spoken with Lex for a couple of days, and it feels like so much longer. Even though we don't see each other much during the week, I'm used to the sense of him being there. That I could call on my cell-phone, and hear his voice. But I went teenage on him. So what he needs at the moment. Right on, Sullivan. He's trying to save your Dad's job.
Have to reach up a little further to Clark's shoulders, and the adjustment burns up my nerves. I shouldn't be here.
The dream that I held for most of the last year, and it's just...wrong. The wrong man. It should be Lex here, smiling down at me, and not having to be the one in charge of everything.
The music stops. We were an inch away from destroying everything. I don't blame him for running.
***
LANA
I don't know who I'm crying for. Whitney or myself.
I gave him my pendant. 'For luck'. Letting go of my past. All of it.
I'm tired of grieving bravely. Tired of being perfect. I'd like to have a bad day without it being Torch fodder.
I'm the type of girl that wants to cheat on her boyfriend.
Her brave marine boyfriend, who just lost his father.
Being hit in the face by a row of mailboxes is a rude awakening. And I watch the silent columns dance across the fields towards me, weaving and spinning. Can't do anything but climb back into the cab in numb fear.
And the only thing that comes to mind,
"Clark!"