AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey hey u guyz...oki, i haven't got any reviews for the fourth chappter but...*sniff-sniff* that'z okay...okey, this
chapter iz all the good stuff, so ENJOY greatly.
CHAPTER FIVE: A LITTLE BIT HERE AND A LITTLE BIT THERE
AISHA
My ear picked up a soft knock. I opened my eyes. It was 12:45 pm now. I concentrated on my hearing...there was
another knock. I got up and raced downstairs. I looked through the door to find the yummy-looking Clark Kent standing and
was about to leave, when I opened the door.
"Oh hi, I was about to leave. I didn't think anyone was awake yet" he said, turning a bit red.
"Hey. Sorry, I was still in bed, and couldn't hear the knock too well. Come on in," I invited him inside, and shut
the door. We walked to the family room, and sat down on the couch. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds between
us.
"So," I broke the silence. "What's up?"
"Um...it's good." The awkward silence returned. We caught each other's gaze and faked smiles. I suddenly got
irrtated.
"So, you're here for a reason, I'm assuming. So, is anything bothering you or do you want something?" I said, flatly.
A little too flatly. He seemed shocked from my sudden bluntness.
"Well, um...I was hoping you could tell me more about...you know...our past," he answered, looking down at the ground.
I couldn't help but smile, and I put my hand on his.
"You wanna know what I think?" He looked up. "I think that you want to know things about our past, but you're
afraid that they will somehow alter you now...am I right?"
He broke into a smile. "What have you been taking? Pshychology classes?" I stuck my tongue out, and we started to
laugh. "A few...so piss off," I replied.
"No, it's a good thing. Don't worry."
We were silent again, and looked into each other's eyes. "You want to know your real name?" I asked. His eyes
shot up. "It's Kal."
It took him a while to swallow it. "What's your's?"
"Mine is El. I don't remember too much about our childhood, but I know that it was a good childhood. We weren't the
type to go through trouble. So yeah."
He chuckled. I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and started to whisper in his ear. "There was this song that
we both used to sing to each other. It went like this..." I started to hum a tone that I noticed gave him goosebumps on the
neck. I continued to hum in to his ear until he joined me. A bright smile came to his face as he faced me and started
to hum with me. I didn't realize how much time had gone by, but when we came to the end of the song, we were a few inches
away from each other's face. I was a bit taken by the sudden closeness, but Clark leaned in and we kissed.
The next few seconds of my life were like ecstasy. I felt as if I was on a high, and the ground was so far down below
me that I couldn't even see it. And Clark was right there with me. It was a simple kiss. Lip to lip, but it was a kiss.
Such innocence had never touched me. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, but the good kind. I didn't want to stop until
someone's reaction had to pull us apart.
"Oh my God!"
There stood Meha, in her pajamas and tank. Her face changed colours after she saw the look that I beamed her way.
"Uh...I-um, am very sorry. Um, please, sorry!" And with that, she ran out of the doorway.
I tried hard to swallow a lump that had mysteriously appeared in my throat. "Well, um...that was unexpected. I think
you should go now. Um, how about we continue uh-our talk later?" Without a word, Clark got up and was almost out the door when
he turned around and said, "Thanks El".
CLARK
That was amazing! I thought to myself. Wow! I had forgotten that I was smiling real hard, because people were looking
at me weirdly, as I walked through Smallville's downtown. I didn't even realize that I had run into Pete.
"Yo, man!" he cracked. "Damn, you almost ran me over! What's up with you?"
"You won't believe it."
"What do ya mean? Somethin' big happen? Com'on, tell me, man. I'm your best bud. I have a right to know!"
"I just kissed - "
"Lana?! Oh my God! That's unbelievable! What? Where? How? And when?"
"Uh...no. It wasn't Lana. Why'd you think it was her?"
"Oh...then who was it?"
"It was Aisha. You know, the brunette that I was with last night at the dance? Really pretty eyes, tall?"
"Oh man! Yea right, that's amazing! How'd it happen?"
"WEll, I was over at her house because I was...um, bored. And it kinda happened. And then her cousin, Meha, came in
and her reaction kinda scared the crap out of us. So yea," I answered, licking my lower lip. Her taste was still there. It
was almost like a sweet minty taste, probably from her toothpaste, I thought to myself.
"Wow! Was it good?" Pete nudged me.
I scoffed at him. "Come on, Pete! You're a sick little guy, you know that?"
He looked at me, shooting this 'I-know-you-wanna-share' look. I just smirked, and nodded. "It was very good."
Pete just patted me hard on the back. "Congrats, ma man. At least you're doin' good with one of the ladies!"
LANA
"Whitney, I don't understand. I mean, why don't you tell things to me? I mean, it's not like I'm going to judge
you or something. You know me better," I scolded Whitney. We started to argue again about how he always kept things
from me, and I was getting really pissed off about it now.
He just looked around trying to find the right answer. "It's just...that-I think that I'm goin' to be disappointing
you. You're one of the few that I can count on for hope and answers, and...with you, it's different."
"Why is it different, Whitney? What have I ever done wrong?"
"Nothing. It's that...you have a choice."
"Choice?"
"Yes, a choice. A choice of leaving me if I dont...I don't know, make you happy enough. If I keep disappointing you,
why would you ever want to stay with me? I mean, it's not as if they're aren't enough guys who want you."
I just stood there. I looked into his blue eyes, deeply. Searching for something. The spark. The spark that always
brightened his eyes whenever he told the truth. There it was. I sat down next to him, holding his hand.
I looked back up at him. "I am going to tell you something. Something big. Something that I always want you to remember,
okay?"
He nodded. "No matter what happens, you will ALWAYS have me. Whether we're still going out or we're friends...you will
always have me. I won't leave you because I can't, Whitney. You are a part of me. I never believed that I could be in such a
great relationship. I mean...it's not an everyday story that you hear, you know? 'Football star's dating ex-cheerleader since
grade 8!'" I laughed lightly. It HAD been such a long time.
"So, will you remember that, Whitney? I need you to remember that. And another favour?"
"What?"
"Please tell me the truth, Whitney. I'm asking you...just tell me. I can never BE disappointed in you! Why would I?
With that handsome face and all?"
Whitney smiled. God, I loved it when he smiled. I remembered my early years with him. Whenever I was with him, the
world seemed like such a better place. Especially when I saw the world through HIS eyes, it was almost like everything got
brighter and more full of life! I had stopped seeing it ever since he started to keep things from me. It was almost as if
my own world would get darker until he did tell me the truth. Or at least, when Clark told me. Clark always told me what
I really wanted to know. I shook my head. Can't think about him!
I focused back on Whitney. He was staring out into the lawn. A serious glimmer in his eyes. The deep, focused look.
I tunrned his face with my hand, and kissed him. It was a long kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and swallowed me whole.
It was so exhilarating. I had to keep my face up because he was so tall, but that didn't matter. Just him with me was all that
mattered.
Later that day, I was helping Nell with laundry when Aisha suddenly popped into my mind. That was weird. But, I suddenly
remembered what she and Clark did all night at the dance. I didn't see any couple so into the music as them. They just seemed
to fit perfectly too. Aisha with her tall-thing and Clark with his tall-thing too. She was pretty tall. A little too tall. She
was maybe a few inches shorter than Clark, and near Whitney's height. I kinda wished I was tall. I didn't like wearing heels
either. Made my feet hurt. I just stood there, stuffing the drying machine with wet clothes wishing that I was tall, for the next
ten minutes.
AISHA
It was six. I was just about to leave for my walk, when Meha finally decided to say something to me. "I'm really, really
sorry that I messed up your kiss thing. I mean, if I had've known, I wouldn't even come down."
"If you would've known that we were kissing?"
"No-uh, if he was over. You told me that you thought he was cute, remember? Last night in the car?"
"Yea, I guess. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. It just kind-of shocked me...it's okay" I replied. Then it came
to me. Why hadn't I heard her coming down the stairs? I mean...I could hear things like that. I wrinkled my forhead,
as I stepped outside. It was the best weather. I looked down at my outfit. A pair of jean capris and a white tee. I
tied my hair tightly on the top of my head. The loose hair fell down my back and shoulders.
Again, the fact that I couldn't hear Meha coming down the stairs went through my mind. I concluded that when in
intimate moments, I couldn't hear as well. I didn't like that. Then, as I remembered more, I realized that I couldn't hear
ANYTHING when Clark and I were kissing. A lump formed in my throat. I let out a heavy sigh as I kicked little rocks.
I decided to head down to the Cafe to buy some coffee.
When I reached the Cafe, it was pretty crowded. I couldn't find anyone I knew. Lana wasn't even working. I let
out another sigh, and found an empty seat next to a good-looking bald guy in a casual style suit. He didn't look like he
belonged to a Cafe scene. More like an office.
A waiter came over and took my order. As he was about to leave, he turned around and said something. "Hey, aren't
you the same chick that the um, Clark was dancing with last night at the rave?"
"Uh, yea. That's me," I answered noticing that the bald guy looked up at the mention of Clark's name. As the waiter
left, I looked around, bored.
"You know Clark?" the bald guy finally asked.
I looked at him. He had the most intense eyes I had ever seen. I nodded. "Yep, and hi to you too."
He blushed slightly. "Sorry, hello. My name is Lex Luthor," he held out his hand. I shook it. "Lex. That's
a very odd name."
"Well, what can I say? And how am I to address you?"
"You can call me Aisha," I replied taking my drink from the waiter.
"That's a nice name."
"Thanks. It means 'knowledgable' or the 'knowing' in Arabic. My parents used to live in the Middle East. Picked
a few things along the way."
"Yea, that's pretty cool. So, um, I am assuming that you are not from around here, are you?"
"You guessed correct, Mr.Luthor."
"'Mr.Luthor'?"
"I'm guessing that since you told me your last name, you want me to somehow use it or address you in that way."
"You are a bright girl, huh?"
"Well, I wouldn't say bright. I just tend to pick things up quite quickly. Or at least, that's what my teachers
always say."
"Your teachers are right. So, where are you from?"
"I'm from Toronto, Canada. The second largest mass in the world."
"Really? I have some business down there. Actually, I'm going down there, this weekend, to buy."
"Oh, cool! You're in business?"
"Well, you could say that. Have you ever heard of Luthor Corperation?"
"Ooh, nope. Sorry. Where you heading in Canada? Toronto?"
"Yes, and I would love to continue talking to you, but unfortunately, I have to run..."
His voice suddenly drifted far away, as my hearing picked up a voice. A familiar voice. I concentrated harder
through the sea of bubbling voices. It was Clark.
"Okay?"
I looked back at Lex. "I'm sorry, I couldn't catch the last thing you said."
"Oh, just that I can't picture Clark dancing," he smiled and was out of the door. Just then, from the side of my
vision, I saw Clark run into him. I leaned forward to pick up what Clark and Lex were talking about.
"...just met your new friend, Aisha. Seems like an interesting gal..."
"...great..."
"...something about you two dancing?" Some laughter.
"...can you picture it? But, it was a lot of fun...that I could imagine..."
Then they both patted each other, and seperated. Clark walked into the Cafe, and saw me, directly looking at him.
My heart got a bit fluttery, but I kept myself in control, and smiled at him.
AUTHOR's NOTE
heyy loyal readerz...u won't believe wtt I found out today....that there'z another story that this gal wrote and is
identical to my story line...can ya believe it? ugh! n i thought i could be the only wyth this kind of story line...o
well...read herz after mine...plz??? purty plz???
hey, i forgot to wryte a disclaimer but i did wryte one in the beginnin of the othr chapz...so yea...okiez?
B@! peepz...hopefully, im gunna start on chap.6 tonyte..plz, r&r...i need to know if i should koninue or not..i mean...
if u guyz dont like..i wont finish it...less work for me...hehhe...wait...no, thatz not the point...plz r&r, okiez?
put me out ma misery!!!
l8z
Hey hey u guyz...oki, i haven't got any reviews for the fourth chappter but...*sniff-sniff* that'z okay...okey, this
chapter iz all the good stuff, so ENJOY greatly.
CHAPTER FIVE: A LITTLE BIT HERE AND A LITTLE BIT THERE
AISHA
My ear picked up a soft knock. I opened my eyes. It was 12:45 pm now. I concentrated on my hearing...there was
another knock. I got up and raced downstairs. I looked through the door to find the yummy-looking Clark Kent standing and
was about to leave, when I opened the door.
"Oh hi, I was about to leave. I didn't think anyone was awake yet" he said, turning a bit red.
"Hey. Sorry, I was still in bed, and couldn't hear the knock too well. Come on in," I invited him inside, and shut
the door. We walked to the family room, and sat down on the couch. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds between
us.
"So," I broke the silence. "What's up?"
"Um...it's good." The awkward silence returned. We caught each other's gaze and faked smiles. I suddenly got
irrtated.
"So, you're here for a reason, I'm assuming. So, is anything bothering you or do you want something?" I said, flatly.
A little too flatly. He seemed shocked from my sudden bluntness.
"Well, um...I was hoping you could tell me more about...you know...our past," he answered, looking down at the ground.
I couldn't help but smile, and I put my hand on his.
"You wanna know what I think?" He looked up. "I think that you want to know things about our past, but you're
afraid that they will somehow alter you now...am I right?"
He broke into a smile. "What have you been taking? Pshychology classes?" I stuck my tongue out, and we started to
laugh. "A few...so piss off," I replied.
"No, it's a good thing. Don't worry."
We were silent again, and looked into each other's eyes. "You want to know your real name?" I asked. His eyes
shot up. "It's Kal."
It took him a while to swallow it. "What's your's?"
"Mine is El. I don't remember too much about our childhood, but I know that it was a good childhood. We weren't the
type to go through trouble. So yeah."
He chuckled. I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and started to whisper in his ear. "There was this song that
we both used to sing to each other. It went like this..." I started to hum a tone that I noticed gave him goosebumps on the
neck. I continued to hum in to his ear until he joined me. A bright smile came to his face as he faced me and started
to hum with me. I didn't realize how much time had gone by, but when we came to the end of the song, we were a few inches
away from each other's face. I was a bit taken by the sudden closeness, but Clark leaned in and we kissed.
The next few seconds of my life were like ecstasy. I felt as if I was on a high, and the ground was so far down below
me that I couldn't even see it. And Clark was right there with me. It was a simple kiss. Lip to lip, but it was a kiss.
Such innocence had never touched me. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, but the good kind. I didn't want to stop until
someone's reaction had to pull us apart.
"Oh my God!"
There stood Meha, in her pajamas and tank. Her face changed colours after she saw the look that I beamed her way.
"Uh...I-um, am very sorry. Um, please, sorry!" And with that, she ran out of the doorway.
I tried hard to swallow a lump that had mysteriously appeared in my throat. "Well, um...that was unexpected. I think
you should go now. Um, how about we continue uh-our talk later?" Without a word, Clark got up and was almost out the door when
he turned around and said, "Thanks El".
CLARK
That was amazing! I thought to myself. Wow! I had forgotten that I was smiling real hard, because people were looking
at me weirdly, as I walked through Smallville's downtown. I didn't even realize that I had run into Pete.
"Yo, man!" he cracked. "Damn, you almost ran me over! What's up with you?"
"You won't believe it."
"What do ya mean? Somethin' big happen? Com'on, tell me, man. I'm your best bud. I have a right to know!"
"I just kissed - "
"Lana?! Oh my God! That's unbelievable! What? Where? How? And when?"
"Uh...no. It wasn't Lana. Why'd you think it was her?"
"Oh...then who was it?"
"It was Aisha. You know, the brunette that I was with last night at the dance? Really pretty eyes, tall?"
"Oh man! Yea right, that's amazing! How'd it happen?"
"WEll, I was over at her house because I was...um, bored. And it kinda happened. And then her cousin, Meha, came in
and her reaction kinda scared the crap out of us. So yea," I answered, licking my lower lip. Her taste was still there. It
was almost like a sweet minty taste, probably from her toothpaste, I thought to myself.
"Wow! Was it good?" Pete nudged me.
I scoffed at him. "Come on, Pete! You're a sick little guy, you know that?"
He looked at me, shooting this 'I-know-you-wanna-share' look. I just smirked, and nodded. "It was very good."
Pete just patted me hard on the back. "Congrats, ma man. At least you're doin' good with one of the ladies!"
LANA
"Whitney, I don't understand. I mean, why don't you tell things to me? I mean, it's not like I'm going to judge
you or something. You know me better," I scolded Whitney. We started to argue again about how he always kept things
from me, and I was getting really pissed off about it now.
He just looked around trying to find the right answer. "It's just...that-I think that I'm goin' to be disappointing
you. You're one of the few that I can count on for hope and answers, and...with you, it's different."
"Why is it different, Whitney? What have I ever done wrong?"
"Nothing. It's that...you have a choice."
"Choice?"
"Yes, a choice. A choice of leaving me if I dont...I don't know, make you happy enough. If I keep disappointing you,
why would you ever want to stay with me? I mean, it's not as if they're aren't enough guys who want you."
I just stood there. I looked into his blue eyes, deeply. Searching for something. The spark. The spark that always
brightened his eyes whenever he told the truth. There it was. I sat down next to him, holding his hand.
I looked back up at him. "I am going to tell you something. Something big. Something that I always want you to remember,
okay?"
He nodded. "No matter what happens, you will ALWAYS have me. Whether we're still going out or we're friends...you will
always have me. I won't leave you because I can't, Whitney. You are a part of me. I never believed that I could be in such a
great relationship. I mean...it's not an everyday story that you hear, you know? 'Football star's dating ex-cheerleader since
grade 8!'" I laughed lightly. It HAD been such a long time.
"So, will you remember that, Whitney? I need you to remember that. And another favour?"
"What?"
"Please tell me the truth, Whitney. I'm asking you...just tell me. I can never BE disappointed in you! Why would I?
With that handsome face and all?"
Whitney smiled. God, I loved it when he smiled. I remembered my early years with him. Whenever I was with him, the
world seemed like such a better place. Especially when I saw the world through HIS eyes, it was almost like everything got
brighter and more full of life! I had stopped seeing it ever since he started to keep things from me. It was almost as if
my own world would get darker until he did tell me the truth. Or at least, when Clark told me. Clark always told me what
I really wanted to know. I shook my head. Can't think about him!
I focused back on Whitney. He was staring out into the lawn. A serious glimmer in his eyes. The deep, focused look.
I tunrned his face with my hand, and kissed him. It was a long kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and swallowed me whole.
It was so exhilarating. I had to keep my face up because he was so tall, but that didn't matter. Just him with me was all that
mattered.
Later that day, I was helping Nell with laundry when Aisha suddenly popped into my mind. That was weird. But, I suddenly
remembered what she and Clark did all night at the dance. I didn't see any couple so into the music as them. They just seemed
to fit perfectly too. Aisha with her tall-thing and Clark with his tall-thing too. She was pretty tall. A little too tall. She
was maybe a few inches shorter than Clark, and near Whitney's height. I kinda wished I was tall. I didn't like wearing heels
either. Made my feet hurt. I just stood there, stuffing the drying machine with wet clothes wishing that I was tall, for the next
ten minutes.
AISHA
It was six. I was just about to leave for my walk, when Meha finally decided to say something to me. "I'm really, really
sorry that I messed up your kiss thing. I mean, if I had've known, I wouldn't even come down."
"If you would've known that we were kissing?"
"No-uh, if he was over. You told me that you thought he was cute, remember? Last night in the car?"
"Yea, I guess. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. It just kind-of shocked me...it's okay" I replied. Then it came
to me. Why hadn't I heard her coming down the stairs? I mean...I could hear things like that. I wrinkled my forhead,
as I stepped outside. It was the best weather. I looked down at my outfit. A pair of jean capris and a white tee. I
tied my hair tightly on the top of my head. The loose hair fell down my back and shoulders.
Again, the fact that I couldn't hear Meha coming down the stairs went through my mind. I concluded that when in
intimate moments, I couldn't hear as well. I didn't like that. Then, as I remembered more, I realized that I couldn't hear
ANYTHING when Clark and I were kissing. A lump formed in my throat. I let out a heavy sigh as I kicked little rocks.
I decided to head down to the Cafe to buy some coffee.
When I reached the Cafe, it was pretty crowded. I couldn't find anyone I knew. Lana wasn't even working. I let
out another sigh, and found an empty seat next to a good-looking bald guy in a casual style suit. He didn't look like he
belonged to a Cafe scene. More like an office.
A waiter came over and took my order. As he was about to leave, he turned around and said something. "Hey, aren't
you the same chick that the um, Clark was dancing with last night at the rave?"
"Uh, yea. That's me," I answered noticing that the bald guy looked up at the mention of Clark's name. As the waiter
left, I looked around, bored.
"You know Clark?" the bald guy finally asked.
I looked at him. He had the most intense eyes I had ever seen. I nodded. "Yep, and hi to you too."
He blushed slightly. "Sorry, hello. My name is Lex Luthor," he held out his hand. I shook it. "Lex. That's
a very odd name."
"Well, what can I say? And how am I to address you?"
"You can call me Aisha," I replied taking my drink from the waiter.
"That's a nice name."
"Thanks. It means 'knowledgable' or the 'knowing' in Arabic. My parents used to live in the Middle East. Picked
a few things along the way."
"Yea, that's pretty cool. So, um, I am assuming that you are not from around here, are you?"
"You guessed correct, Mr.Luthor."
"'Mr.Luthor'?"
"I'm guessing that since you told me your last name, you want me to somehow use it or address you in that way."
"You are a bright girl, huh?"
"Well, I wouldn't say bright. I just tend to pick things up quite quickly. Or at least, that's what my teachers
always say."
"Your teachers are right. So, where are you from?"
"I'm from Toronto, Canada. The second largest mass in the world."
"Really? I have some business down there. Actually, I'm going down there, this weekend, to buy."
"Oh, cool! You're in business?"
"Well, you could say that. Have you ever heard of Luthor Corperation?"
"Ooh, nope. Sorry. Where you heading in Canada? Toronto?"
"Yes, and I would love to continue talking to you, but unfortunately, I have to run..."
His voice suddenly drifted far away, as my hearing picked up a voice. A familiar voice. I concentrated harder
through the sea of bubbling voices. It was Clark.
"Okay?"
I looked back at Lex. "I'm sorry, I couldn't catch the last thing you said."
"Oh, just that I can't picture Clark dancing," he smiled and was out of the door. Just then, from the side of my
vision, I saw Clark run into him. I leaned forward to pick up what Clark and Lex were talking about.
"...just met your new friend, Aisha. Seems like an interesting gal..."
"...great..."
"...something about you two dancing?" Some laughter.
"...can you picture it? But, it was a lot of fun...that I could imagine..."
Then they both patted each other, and seperated. Clark walked into the Cafe, and saw me, directly looking at him.
My heart got a bit fluttery, but I kept myself in control, and smiled at him.
AUTHOR's NOTE
heyy loyal readerz...u won't believe wtt I found out today....that there'z another story that this gal wrote and is
identical to my story line...can ya believe it? ugh! n i thought i could be the only wyth this kind of story line...o
well...read herz after mine...plz??? purty plz???
hey, i forgot to wryte a disclaimer but i did wryte one in the beginnin of the othr chapz...so yea...okiez?
B@! peepz...hopefully, im gunna start on chap.6 tonyte..plz, r&r...i need to know if i should koninue or not..i mean...
if u guyz dont like..i wont finish it...less work for me...hehhe...wait...no, thatz not the point...plz r&r, okiez?
put me out ma misery!!!
l8z