Interviewing Basketball Stars
Author: Liz Luthor Disclaimer: Show's not mine, characters aren't mine. Period. Couples: Chloe/Whitney, Clark/Lana, Pete/OC (Amber), OC/OC (Lindsay/Michael) Author's Notes: You'll see who Michael is in just a minute... :) But first, welcome back! It's good to be here again!! ;) As always, tell me what you think!
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The day had been long so far. Long, boring, and uneventful. Then the mail came.
"...Lindsay! You got a letter! ....Oh my!! It's from Lex Luthor!!! Since when have you been hanging out with-" Mrs. Ashmore was interrupted as her daughter picked the said letter from her hand.
"...Whoa..." Lindsay read over the letter carefully, not believing in its existence herself.
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Amber confusedly read aloud the black text printed on a light gray sheet of paper labeled, 'Brought to you by Lex Luthor'. "...Dear recipient... This is to inform you that Lex Luthor is having a small party-"
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"...to which you are invited," Chloe said slowly to her empty house as she proceeded in dropping the rest of the mail. "There has been a new addition to the Luthor ancestral home, one which the younger Luthor would like to celebrate with the company of a few guests."
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Lana laughed out loud as she read the letter to her aunt. "...The addition to which he refers includes an indoor pool, gymnasium, and hot tub." She rolled her eyes. "Lex, what are you planning?"
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"...Please arrive at the mansion promptly at 5:00 PM Saturday, May 18." Whitney shrugged, "Not like I have anything better to do. What's this? 'Don't forget to bring a swim suit'? This oughtta be interesting."
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"...For more information, call Lex's personal secretary at (729) 120-2967." Clark shook his head in surprise and grinned. "Has he really gotten so big- headed that he refers to himself in third person now, or does he just hire people write his own letters?" He picked up the phone to call Lana and continued to read the last part of the invitation. 'If you are unable to attend, please give reasonable notice. Each attendee is allowed to bring one guest.'
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"...Um, is Michael there?" Lindsay nervously rapped her fingers on the counter-top in her kitchen as she waited. "...Hi! This is Lindsay."
"...Lindsay Ashmore?" the voice on the other end asked in astonishment.
"Yes! You remember me, don't you?"
"Of course!! Wow," the masculine voice laughed. "It's been so long!"
"I know!" she replied. "Look, I'm really sorry I haven't called in such a long time. There's been a lot going on..." She hugged herself and shook her head as guilt found its way into her veins.
"Well... How are you?" Michael had calmed down, but now he sounded regretful.
"Oh, I'm doing good. I mean... it's really good to talk to you again. I can't apologize enough for not calling. It was just-"
"Don't worry about it." Lindsay could feel the warmth of his smile through the phone. "We have a lot to talk about, though. Do you wanna meet somewhere?"
"...Actually... That's why I called. Do you know Lex Luthor?"
At the other end, in Metropolis, Michael Gabben's mouth hung wide open. "...Do you?!" he asked incredulously.
Lindsay smiled at herself and chuckled. "You betcha! ...Okay, I don't know him that well, but he invited me to a party, and the invitation says I can bring a guest!" 'I am OVER Whitney!' she demanded, 'It's time to wake up again!'
"..."
"...Michael?"
The 16-year-old replied excitedly, "...I forgive you for not calling."
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Amber sighed exasperatedly. "...Yes, Pete, I know how you feel about Lex Luthor. But have you ever even considered giving him a chance?"
"...I did for a few days, before he stole my best friend..." Pete mumbled. "How could you expect me to want to go to his party?"
Amber whined, "Lindsay's bringing her old boyfriend... And besides, this is the chance of a lifetime! He's got this new indoor pool and a gym-"
"The party is, no doubt, another excuse to show off his superiority to the lowly peasants of Smallville."
"Ugh! Pete, that's just not fair!! All right, you know what? You're coming with me, even if I have to kidnap you. And if you file charges for that, I'll pound your stubborn little head through a brick wall," she insisted.
"...You're one tough girlfriend..." he muttered. "But I'll go with you anyway. I guess it's just one night."
.: At Lex's mansion :.
Clark burst into laughter the second Lex opened his door. The Luthor was wearing a blue and black towel robe, along with visibly expensive sunglasses and a light blue beach towel over his shoulder. "What's with the beach-wear?" he laughed.
Lex pretended to model his ensemble by holding his arms up and said, "It matches the theme for the party!" He let Clark in and presented him with a red and blue beach towel of his own. "Party favors," he shrugged. At his friend's confusion, he added, "You did read the invitation letter, right?"
"...Yeah... But I can't say I was expecting this," Clark gestured toward a pile of blow-up beach balls near the entrance to Lex's basement. "...What are you on...?" he inquired, amazed.
Lex simply let out a laugh. "It's a pool party! Lighten up, Clark, I promise I'm not high, drunk, or otherwise subdued. Okay?" The latter was unable to answer the question as the doorbell rang. Lex nodded toward him and went to answer it.
"...Lex? Did you-"
"No, I didn't hit my head on anything! Come in." As Lana walked in, Lex handed her a pink beach towel.
She opened her mouth to question him, but Clark jumped in. "Party favors," he said, raising his eyebrows.
Lana moved from the doorway and was followed by Chloe, who quickly snapped a picture of Lex in his party attire and grinned. "If you don't want that to show up in this week's Torch, you better let me in that hot tub pretty soon!" She let out a laugh as Lex smirked and gave her a beach towel with a flame design on it.
"How fitting!" Lana remarked with a smile. She turned to Lex and asked, "Okay now, tell me you have refreshments. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning!"
The robe-clad host waved his hand toward a table with a bowl of punch and chips and dip set on a red and white-checkered tablecloth.
"Can I get you some punch?" Clark offered, following Lana. Chloe rolled her eyes and turned around in the doorway when she heard Whitney's truck pull up.
'Well, here it goes... I have to talk to him tonight!' she persevered.
Whitney pulled the key from the ignition and leaned his head against the steering wheel (avoiding the horn). '...She's here,' he thought reluctantly. 'I knew I'd have to confront her sometime, I might as well do it now.' He breathed in heavily and sighed before jumping out of the truck and walking slowly toward the elaborate door, toward Chloe. When Whitney was at the bottom of the steps leading up to the mansion, he motioned her to come down and talk to him.
Chloe tried to put on a smile as she approached the young man who had kissed her last week. Her brain screamed at her for not avoiding him the way she had been since that Friday afternoon. "...Hi..." she said awkwardly.
"Hi." Whitney gulped, then looked down at his shoes. "I'm sorry about the... the thing... last Friday..." He began fingering the bottom of his shirt to keep his hands occupied.
"You shouldn't be," Chloe confessed, thinking, 'He looks so vulnerable! I hope he wasn't beating himself up over this...' Whitney searched her eyes confusedly for the truth about her own feelings. She sighed, "Clark made too big a deal out if it. And then I... turned it around and yelled back at him. I think it was kind of blown out of proportion- I mean, it was just a kiss, right?" She laughed. "I haven't spoken to either of you since it happened, though..."
Whitney quickly put in, "I guess we're all to blame in this case, huh?" Chloe looked at him strangely for a moment.
"You can't blame yourself for this. All you did was..." she smiled weakly. "You made me realize my feelings for you." Whitney was almost torn apart by this. 'Well, sure she likes me now-before she even knows about the scarecrow! I have to tell her. I have to know...'
"Chloe, have you ever heard about the scarecrow joke that the football players play on homecoming?" She looked afraid to hear the rest, as though she knew it wasn't going to be good but had to listen anyway, just in case. "I used to be... jealous. Of Clark." 'That hasn't changed,' his mind added. "I thought he was trying to take Lana away from me, so I got kinda mad..." He winced and looked at her before admitting; "I hung Clark out in a field that night."
The silence was long, unbearable. Finally, Whitney added, "I'm not proud of it. I'll regret that mistake for the rest of my life, and I'll never make it up to Clark for taking such a sick action. I just... thought you should know my worst secret before you decide anything about me."
Chloe was shocked, but managed to stutter, "H-he could have died..." Whitney frowned and looked away. "Why didn't HE tell me?!" She fumed and hurried back up the steps and through the door. '...Uh-oh...' He thought.
.: End :.
Author's Notes: Ah, it's been so long! Well, since poor dear FF.Net has been having so many problems lately, it's not ENTIRELY my fault this took so long to post! Anyway, please be honest in your reviews-it's been a while since I last wrote and I wanna make sure my writing hasn't deteriorated completely... ^_^ Oh, and about Michael! He's actually in 10th grade, going on 11th, so he's one year their junior. Just so you know. ;)
Author: Liz Luthor Disclaimer: Show's not mine, characters aren't mine. Period. Couples: Chloe/Whitney, Clark/Lana, Pete/OC (Amber), OC/OC (Lindsay/Michael) Author's Notes: You'll see who Michael is in just a minute... :) But first, welcome back! It's good to be here again!! ;) As always, tell me what you think!
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The day had been long so far. Long, boring, and uneventful. Then the mail came.
"...Lindsay! You got a letter! ....Oh my!! It's from Lex Luthor!!! Since when have you been hanging out with-" Mrs. Ashmore was interrupted as her daughter picked the said letter from her hand.
"...Whoa..." Lindsay read over the letter carefully, not believing in its existence herself.
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Amber confusedly read aloud the black text printed on a light gray sheet of paper labeled, 'Brought to you by Lex Luthor'. "...Dear recipient... This is to inform you that Lex Luthor is having a small party-"
*~---------- + ----------~*
"...to which you are invited," Chloe said slowly to her empty house as she proceeded in dropping the rest of the mail. "There has been a new addition to the Luthor ancestral home, one which the younger Luthor would like to celebrate with the company of a few guests."
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Lana laughed out loud as she read the letter to her aunt. "...The addition to which he refers includes an indoor pool, gymnasium, and hot tub." She rolled her eyes. "Lex, what are you planning?"
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"...Please arrive at the mansion promptly at 5:00 PM Saturday, May 18." Whitney shrugged, "Not like I have anything better to do. What's this? 'Don't forget to bring a swim suit'? This oughtta be interesting."
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"...For more information, call Lex's personal secretary at (729) 120-2967." Clark shook his head in surprise and grinned. "Has he really gotten so big- headed that he refers to himself in third person now, or does he just hire people write his own letters?" He picked up the phone to call Lana and continued to read the last part of the invitation. 'If you are unable to attend, please give reasonable notice. Each attendee is allowed to bring one guest.'
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"...Um, is Michael there?" Lindsay nervously rapped her fingers on the counter-top in her kitchen as she waited. "...Hi! This is Lindsay."
"...Lindsay Ashmore?" the voice on the other end asked in astonishment.
"Yes! You remember me, don't you?"
"Of course!! Wow," the masculine voice laughed. "It's been so long!"
"I know!" she replied. "Look, I'm really sorry I haven't called in such a long time. There's been a lot going on..." She hugged herself and shook her head as guilt found its way into her veins.
"Well... How are you?" Michael had calmed down, but now he sounded regretful.
"Oh, I'm doing good. I mean... it's really good to talk to you again. I can't apologize enough for not calling. It was just-"
"Don't worry about it." Lindsay could feel the warmth of his smile through the phone. "We have a lot to talk about, though. Do you wanna meet somewhere?"
"...Actually... That's why I called. Do you know Lex Luthor?"
At the other end, in Metropolis, Michael Gabben's mouth hung wide open. "...Do you?!" he asked incredulously.
Lindsay smiled at herself and chuckled. "You betcha! ...Okay, I don't know him that well, but he invited me to a party, and the invitation says I can bring a guest!" 'I am OVER Whitney!' she demanded, 'It's time to wake up again!'
"..."
"...Michael?"
The 16-year-old replied excitedly, "...I forgive you for not calling."
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Amber sighed exasperatedly. "...Yes, Pete, I know how you feel about Lex Luthor. But have you ever even considered giving him a chance?"
"...I did for a few days, before he stole my best friend..." Pete mumbled. "How could you expect me to want to go to his party?"
Amber whined, "Lindsay's bringing her old boyfriend... And besides, this is the chance of a lifetime! He's got this new indoor pool and a gym-"
"The party is, no doubt, another excuse to show off his superiority to the lowly peasants of Smallville."
"Ugh! Pete, that's just not fair!! All right, you know what? You're coming with me, even if I have to kidnap you. And if you file charges for that, I'll pound your stubborn little head through a brick wall," she insisted.
"...You're one tough girlfriend..." he muttered. "But I'll go with you anyway. I guess it's just one night."
.: At Lex's mansion :.
Clark burst into laughter the second Lex opened his door. The Luthor was wearing a blue and black towel robe, along with visibly expensive sunglasses and a light blue beach towel over his shoulder. "What's with the beach-wear?" he laughed.
Lex pretended to model his ensemble by holding his arms up and said, "It matches the theme for the party!" He let Clark in and presented him with a red and blue beach towel of his own. "Party favors," he shrugged. At his friend's confusion, he added, "You did read the invitation letter, right?"
"...Yeah... But I can't say I was expecting this," Clark gestured toward a pile of blow-up beach balls near the entrance to Lex's basement. "...What are you on...?" he inquired, amazed.
Lex simply let out a laugh. "It's a pool party! Lighten up, Clark, I promise I'm not high, drunk, or otherwise subdued. Okay?" The latter was unable to answer the question as the doorbell rang. Lex nodded toward him and went to answer it.
"...Lex? Did you-"
"No, I didn't hit my head on anything! Come in." As Lana walked in, Lex handed her a pink beach towel.
She opened her mouth to question him, but Clark jumped in. "Party favors," he said, raising his eyebrows.
Lana moved from the doorway and was followed by Chloe, who quickly snapped a picture of Lex in his party attire and grinned. "If you don't want that to show up in this week's Torch, you better let me in that hot tub pretty soon!" She let out a laugh as Lex smirked and gave her a beach towel with a flame design on it.
"How fitting!" Lana remarked with a smile. She turned to Lex and asked, "Okay now, tell me you have refreshments. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning!"
The robe-clad host waved his hand toward a table with a bowl of punch and chips and dip set on a red and white-checkered tablecloth.
"Can I get you some punch?" Clark offered, following Lana. Chloe rolled her eyes and turned around in the doorway when she heard Whitney's truck pull up.
'Well, here it goes... I have to talk to him tonight!' she persevered.
Whitney pulled the key from the ignition and leaned his head against the steering wheel (avoiding the horn). '...She's here,' he thought reluctantly. 'I knew I'd have to confront her sometime, I might as well do it now.' He breathed in heavily and sighed before jumping out of the truck and walking slowly toward the elaborate door, toward Chloe. When Whitney was at the bottom of the steps leading up to the mansion, he motioned her to come down and talk to him.
Chloe tried to put on a smile as she approached the young man who had kissed her last week. Her brain screamed at her for not avoiding him the way she had been since that Friday afternoon. "...Hi..." she said awkwardly.
"Hi." Whitney gulped, then looked down at his shoes. "I'm sorry about the... the thing... last Friday..." He began fingering the bottom of his shirt to keep his hands occupied.
"You shouldn't be," Chloe confessed, thinking, 'He looks so vulnerable! I hope he wasn't beating himself up over this...' Whitney searched her eyes confusedly for the truth about her own feelings. She sighed, "Clark made too big a deal out if it. And then I... turned it around and yelled back at him. I think it was kind of blown out of proportion- I mean, it was just a kiss, right?" She laughed. "I haven't spoken to either of you since it happened, though..."
Whitney quickly put in, "I guess we're all to blame in this case, huh?" Chloe looked at him strangely for a moment.
"You can't blame yourself for this. All you did was..." she smiled weakly. "You made me realize my feelings for you." Whitney was almost torn apart by this. 'Well, sure she likes me now-before she even knows about the scarecrow! I have to tell her. I have to know...'
"Chloe, have you ever heard about the scarecrow joke that the football players play on homecoming?" She looked afraid to hear the rest, as though she knew it wasn't going to be good but had to listen anyway, just in case. "I used to be... jealous. Of Clark." 'That hasn't changed,' his mind added. "I thought he was trying to take Lana away from me, so I got kinda mad..." He winced and looked at her before admitting; "I hung Clark out in a field that night."
The silence was long, unbearable. Finally, Whitney added, "I'm not proud of it. I'll regret that mistake for the rest of my life, and I'll never make it up to Clark for taking such a sick action. I just... thought you should know my worst secret before you decide anything about me."
Chloe was shocked, but managed to stutter, "H-he could have died..." Whitney frowned and looked away. "Why didn't HE tell me?!" She fumed and hurried back up the steps and through the door. '...Uh-oh...' He thought.
.: End :.
Author's Notes: Ah, it's been so long! Well, since poor dear FF.Net has been having so many problems lately, it's not ENTIRELY my fault this took so long to post! Anyway, please be honest in your reviews-it's been a while since I last wrote and I wanna make sure my writing hasn't deteriorated completely... ^_^ Oh, and about Michael! He's actually in 10th grade, going on 11th, so he's one year their junior. Just so you know. ;)
