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heyya guyz...im gettin started on this ryte away. okiez? another "shoe" iz bout to drop...this is much sadder than
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CHAPTER 8: it's the haunting lullaby
AISHA
I got home before my Aunt and Uncle pulled into the driveway almost five minutes later. I hurried up stairs and
promised to show Meha and Misha the stuff that I bought later. They had to keep their mouths shut or else I'd get into
more trouble than I already was.
I shoved everything into the closet. Not too hard or else the stuff would end up on the other side, in the hallway.
I took a small look in the mirror. My hair. They hadn't seen me yet. I had to change my shirt. It was too show-ish, I
thought to myself. I pulled a sweater over my head.
"Hi" I said, as soon as I spotted my Aunt and Uncle taking their shoes off.
They looked at me in pure shock. Their mouths hit the floor faster than anything I'd ever seen. "Your...your hair!
What did you DO?" my Aunt finally yelled.
"I cut it. I'd been wanting a change for so long, so I decided to cut my hair today. Do you like it?"
"Uh...well, it's...different. It's nice. But I mean, you could've told us or asked us...what are we goin' to tell
your parents, Aisha?" my Uncle asked.
"I'll tell them myself, thanks. It was one of the spur-of-the-moment things. Sorry...I would've told you, but I
made a quick decision."
It was around ten, when the phone rang. Everyone shot up. They looked at each other weirdly. Suddenly, it came to
me-they didn't allow anyone to call later than nine. I got up to get the phone, but my Uncle stopped me. He went instead
and answered the phone.
"Hello? Oh...uh, yes, she's right here, let me get her for you", my Uncle called out for me. I was thrilled.
Something in my gut told me it was Clark. My heart almost jumped. I grabbed the phone politely from my Uncle, and waited
until he returned to the family room. I pressed the phone against my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Aisha...it's me-"
"Clark. How are you?"
I heard a chuckle. "I'm good. I just called to ask you when you're leaving?"
"Oh. I'm leaving Sunday morning...at six, with Lex, remember?"
"Oh yea...so...my Dad's completely recovered from his back injury. Um...do you think we can get together tomorrow?"
"Well..." I thought hard. "Oh, I know! Um, do you think you can come over for lunch? Not dinner, 'cause I'm going
to have to pack and stuff. So?"
"Sure"
"Okay...hold on, while I ask my Aunt and Uncle..."
I put the reciever on mute, and put it down. When I came back to the family room, I asked my Aunt and Uncle if
Clark could come over. They were hesitant at first, but then, my Aunt said it was okay. I had a kick in my walk back in to
the kitchen to give Clark the news.
Meha and Misha, and I went upstairs to 'sleep'. We all went into my room and enjoyed a 'clothes fiesta'. I had
gotten some tops for them, and some CDs too. It was around twelve that they happily left. I decided to pack now and not
leave everything for tomorrow. It only took me less than five seconds to fold everything and stuff it in my suitcase
properly. I had to kinda cramp in the new stuff. I was so happy. This week was just amazing. I had found what I had been
looking for all my life-Kal. And it made me so happy. It was almost as if I was missing a part of me for so long, and now
the puzzle of my life was finally put together. I laughed to myself. I sounded like those hopeless romantics from those
soap operas.
JOEY
I looked at my drawn version of the downtown of Smallville. It was perfect. My plan was was executed to the smallest
detail. Soon...the people of Smallville will learn that ignoring Joey Sampson just ain't the right thing to do. I smiled
to myself as I put the map away in my drawer and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
CLARK
I checked out my watch-11:30 am. I groaned. I had more than two hours to go before I had to get ready for lunch at
Aisha's place. I had already done my chores. When I entered the kitchen, the smell of apple pie hit my nostrils. It
smelled so good. I walked up to my mom but before I could scare her, she stopped me. "Back away from me, nice and slow, son".
"Aw...how'd you know?"
"That's because I'm your mother, and mothers see and know all."
"Sure," I said, and planted a small kiss on my Mom's forhead and grabbed an apple. "You do remember that I won't be
here for lunch? I'm going over to Aisha's. Okay?"
"Alright, Clark. But remember, you're missing the world's favourite apple pie!"
"Oh no! How will I survive? Please, save me some"
"Sure, but with the way your father eats, I can't promise you anything"
"Fine, thanks," I said, and I went to my room. I ate the apple and thought about everything that had happened this
week. It had been a rollercoaster. With Aisha and her past, and all. The 'past' had hit me hard. I didn't know how to
react to something like that. I obviously couldn't advise her to a psychologist. Oh well, I had made my decision, and now
I had to stay true to it. Then, I started to wonder how would Aisha and me stay in contact? Suddenly, a voice broke in to
my thoughts.
"Earth to Clark!" I looked up to see Lana standing near the stairway. I stood up, and fixed my shirt.
"Hey, come on in."
"Thanks," she said and plopped down on the empty desk chair. "So, what's up, Clark? You have been MIA this whole
week, except when I saw you at the dance and of course, yesterday."
"Yea, sorry. It's just that, a lot of stuff has happened. I kinda got caught up in the farm too, 'cause my Dad blew
his back out."
"True. So...are you going to tell me what's going on between you and Aisha? Or do I have to take the rumours
seriosuly?"
"What 'rumours'?"
"No, I'm just joking. But seriously, Clark...come on, you can tell me."
I looked at Lana. Here sat the girl that I had liked as long as I can remember. And suddenly, a stranger walked in
to my life, and I forgot all about Lana. Lana...I sighed heavily, but smiled at her.
"Well...we kinda...went out. Things kinda went downhill, but we made up yesterday. And celebrated with a major
spending money spree. Seriously, before yesterday, I didn't know the meaning of 'shop till you drop'!"
Lana laughed. "So, you now know what girls live for...well, most of us anyway."
"Yea..." We sat in silence for a while. Suddenly, Lana's face turned completely worried. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Do you know Joey Markowski?"
"Uh...I don't know...what does he look like?"
"He's tall, pale, kinda lanky? Has these really fierce pair of blue eyes?"
The image of a kid fitting that description popped in to my head. Soon, flashes of this kid passing by me hit me. I
nodded. "What about him?"
"Well...I don't know if it is him, but...he came in to the Cafe today, looking really weird. He ordered a smoothie,
and left in quite bit of a hurry. The freaky thing is that when I went to his table to clean up, I found this drawing..."
she handed me a wrinkled and folded paper. I opened it, and a wave of terror hit me. It was a drawn map of downtown Smallville,
with red marked arrows coming in from his house all the way to Nell's flower Shop. Then, the words "KABOOM!" were printed
in the middle of the paper.
"Oh my God...this looks like...like, a bomb?"
"Yea, I know!" Lana said, standing up and starting to look really freaked. "Clark, we need to call the police right
away. We don't know when he's going to strike or anything!"
I sat, thinking for a second. The first thing to do here was to call Chloe. Lana had read my thoughts, because she
picked up the phone, "What's Chloe's number?"
In about half an hour, Pete, Lana, Chloe and me were patroling the downtown street, looking for Joey. I had called
Aisha, but I didn't feel right, hauling her into this. I just ended up telling her that I would be slightly late. I had
talked Lana out of calling the police right away. They would just scare Joey, and something told me he needed someone
his age to talk him out of it.
Almost two hours later, we still hadn't spot Joey. Lana had decided to call his house, but no one picked up. I looked at
my watch...it was almost two. I panicked slightly. I was supposed to be at Aisha's about half an hour ago.
It was 2:10 when I finally reached Aisha's house. She greeted me, looking relieved. Pulling me inside, she quickly
introduced me to everyone. I tried to make a light-hearted face, because I had a feeling that Aisha was studying me.
When I excused myself to go to the washroom, she sneaked up behind me, and covered my eyes with her hands. I laughed.
"Um..lets see..." I said, touching her hands. "Chubby hands can only mean one thing!"
"Oh, shut up!" She said, giggling, letting go of me. "So, are you going to tell me or do I have to try and read your
mind?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Clark, what's up? What's wrong? What's bothering you so bad that you have to pretend to look not worried?"
I was shocked. How did she keep reading my mind? As soon as I opened my mouth, her Aunt called out for us. "I'll
tell you later," I said.
The lunch was pretty good, Aisha's Uncle tried to make the most of the light conversation. I felt a bit of tension
between Aisha and her Aunt. They kept sharing squinted glimpses. During our shopping spree, Aisha had told me what she
heard her Aunt say that morning. I felt bad for her. I mean, it was my fault, and now, Aisha was the blamed for my idiocy.
When lunch was finished, everyone participated in cleaning up. Aisha's Aunt got out ice-cream for dessert, and
we ate it quitely out in the back porch. Finally, around three-thirty, I called Chloe's cell to find out that Joey was
still no where to be found, and that Pete and her went out to his house, but no one was there. I found myself really
relieved that Joey hadn't shown up. I would've felt horrible if anything were to happen, and I wasn't there to help. Aisha
had sneaked up behind me and put her hands up, covering my eyes.
"Guess who!"
Instead of "guessing", I started to poke her around the waist. She let out little squeals. I turned around, and
just stared into her eyes. Those eyes. I leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, as I did around
her waist.
Ten minutes later, we ended up in her bedroom. Aisha sat me down on the bed, and sat in my lap, her back facing me.
"So," she started. "What were you going to tell me before?"
I hesitated. I didn't want to get into that now. I was having way more fun with her. "It's not that important. So,
tell me something. Show me something cool."
"Nope, not unless you tell me what's bothering you, first. Then, I'll SHOW you something," she replied, emphasizing
the word. I told her the whole deal with Lana finding the drawing, and how we all decided to patrol downtown Smallville,
looking for him.
"Wow...this is so bad."
"Yea, I know. I just called Chloe, and she said that they checked out his place, but no one was there."
Aisha wrinkled her forehead. "Do you have this drawing with you?"
"Uh, no...I think Chloe has it. Do you wanna go out...for a walk?"
"Um...sure, why not?"
After ten minutes of silent arguing, Aisha's Aunt finally let her go for a walk, but made her promise to come back
before sunset. We walked slowly, hand in hand, talking about stuff. I don't think I had ever been more at ease with a girl.
I mean, Chloe was my best friend. Suddenly, the memory of my first came rushing to me. It was with her. It was so funny,
the first day that I'd met her. She acted so cool about it too. I was sharing this with Aisha, and she seemed so comfortable
knowing it.
Then, Aisha started to talk about how her "screwed-up" love life. She shared that the longest she ever had a boy-friend
was about two days. I coudln't stop laughing. She got really mad, so I had to apologize, but that was pretty funny.
JOEY
It was the perfect plan. I had been thinking about this to the smallest detail. It had come to my attention that
Clark and his Scooby-Doo gang, always were witnesses to all the major crimes in Smallville. I had to plan everything in
accordance to them. Especially Chloe. She was the one I had to look out for the most. The best part about this was that
my parents weren't home this weekend.
I laughed to myself. They never were home. Never. I don't even remember a SINGLE time that when I came home from
school, they would be there, waiting for me.
My attention returned to what I was doing. I carefully poured the flourescent green liquid in the small tube-shaped
sections. There were exactly eight tubes filled with the meteor rock-fluid. For more of an affect, I had taped large pieces
of the meteor rocks to the tubes. I had carefully carved the pieces so that they would be sharp. When I first came up with the idea of getting
back at the people who had made my life miserable, I had noticed a lot of huppla around these meteor rocks. It was then,
that I decided to collect them. During this process, all these people were so incerdibly affected by these rocks. There is
some things that I know I should get credit for and those are patience and observation.
I knew that Clark and his gang had been looking for me. Pretty and predictable Chloe. I knew that she and one of
her friends would come and check my place out. I went into the basement, and watched them walk around from the side window.
They even tried to get in. I had locked every window and door I could find in my house. I darkened everything about an
hour before they had come. I knew EVERYTHING. I looked down at my watch. It was close. Time to go kaboom.
AISHA
I was lying on the ground. I felt everything drain from my body. I had never felt pain in my life. Now, I knew
exactly how bad it was for the humans. The green piece of rock glowed enormously. I saw the veins in my hands almost blow
up right in front of me. Faintly, my eyes caught a glimpse of Clark speed up to me in slow motion.
It had happened so quickly. Clark and I walked the streets of Smallville, when the world diminished for me. The
tall and lanky Joey walked with a bellowing black winter coat that was way to big for his body. I was talking when I felt
Clark's hand squeeze mine tightly. Too tight. I looked up to see his face, completely cold as a stone, towards Joey.
The next few minutes were almost a blur. The street was filled with evening walkers, shoppers, and talkers. It was
way too crowded to do something super.
Clark quickly let go of my hand, and jogged up to Joey. In defense, Joey decided to flash what he hid under the jacket.
Green tubes, that made Clark stop abruptly. They're affect was gaining on him, and he couldn't do anything. Clark hit the
ground, but I couldn't move. Something was stopping me. I simply blinked my eyes, with my mouth open.
"I fucking HATE this place! And you're all going down WITH ME!" The words echoed through Joey's hoarse voice. It
was then that my eyes caught a metal remote in his hand. He was just about to push when feeling returned in my body and
I moved faster than I could've ever imagined.
I first sped up to Clark, and threw him gently out of the way, and then raced to Joey. His finger was almost fully
down the button. As I got nearer, the meteor rocks were taking affect gradually, but fast enough. I didn't care. I weren't
allowing them to slow me down, because I lifted Joey up and threw him into a car. But it didn't stop him from fully pushing
the button.
The car went up in flames, and so did the street. The rock's power had now, made me drop to the ground, and
unable to move away from the piece of sharp meteor rock, rocketing towards me.
"Aisha?" A distant voice whispered. It rang endlessly in my ears. As I tried to open my eyes, tears of pain escaped
down the sides of my face.
"H-hey..." my voice trailed off, as Clark tried to get close to me, but couldn't.
"Aisha...don't give up. Keep fighting! I'm goin' to help you!" Clark said, hoarsely. The meteor rocks were hurting
him. He had been in his presence for too long.
"I'm sorry, Clark..." I let out sighs of pain. "I just-can't. Don't come...come near......hurts you. Stay away,
Clark...you're h-hurting your...self."
Clark didn't listen, and he got nearer, and examined my body. The piece of meteor hit me in the middle of my chest.
It kept glowing. I looked around, painfully lifting my gaze to see the inside of an open building.
As to answer my thoughts, Clark answered my unasked question. "You got it hit first, and then the bomb itself blew
you in here. People are hurt, Aisha. You-you saved my life..."
I lifted my hand, trying to reach his face, but couldn't. Instead, it fell helplessly into his lap. He lifted it,
and kissed it. I saw wrinkles form on his forehead. He was in pain...I wanted to scream at him to get away, but I had
absolute no energy left.
"Listen...get me away from here. I think-think that I might-" Coughs jogged out of my mouth, with spewing white liquid.
I was completely being killed. Slowly, and very painfully.
It was about four minutes later. Clark had lifted me up, but his knees kept giving away. We had reached the highway.
I didn't realize what had happened to all the other people. I thought they would've stopped him, but I had to give my brain
a rest.
"I can't save you?"
"No...Clark...go! Get away. You're doing damage to yourself. Leave. It's okay. I'm leaving too. I just want
you to know one thing, Clark...just don't EVER f-forget it..."
CLARK
I knew she was going to say that she loved me or something along that line, but her last line haunted me. It still
haunts me.
THE AFTERMATH:
I sit here now, reviewing the greatest time of my life. The time I met the girl from my past, and for what I thought,
the girl of my future.
I looked through the telescope. It wasn't focused on Lana's house. It was focused to the sky. The great and vast
sky. She was out there, I comforted myself. Aisha was out there.
I decided to get ready for bed. As I lay in bed, her last words were the lullaby that gently put me to sleep.
"Always remember, never forget. Always cherish, never regret...Always remember, never forget. Always cherish, never regret...
Always remember, never forget. Always cherish, never regret..."
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i hope u enjoyed it...as much as i DIDN't enjoy cumming up w/ it! nah, im playin. so...thtz it...i kno thtz enuff Smallville
for me!!!
ill katch all of u smallville-fanatics this week at the season premiere!! i'll be glued to the telly skreen!!!
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ma permission.
thnx a lot!
heyya guyz...im gettin started on this ryte away. okiez? another "shoe" iz bout to drop...this is much sadder than
the last one...not that the last is real sad...actually...i dont kno...thtz where U kum in...plz R&R...give me tips n stuff..
i kant wryte this story without u neway!!!
enjoy!
CHAPTER 8: it's the haunting lullaby
AISHA
I got home before my Aunt and Uncle pulled into the driveway almost five minutes later. I hurried up stairs and
promised to show Meha and Misha the stuff that I bought later. They had to keep their mouths shut or else I'd get into
more trouble than I already was.
I shoved everything into the closet. Not too hard or else the stuff would end up on the other side, in the hallway.
I took a small look in the mirror. My hair. They hadn't seen me yet. I had to change my shirt. It was too show-ish, I
thought to myself. I pulled a sweater over my head.
"Hi" I said, as soon as I spotted my Aunt and Uncle taking their shoes off.
They looked at me in pure shock. Their mouths hit the floor faster than anything I'd ever seen. "Your...your hair!
What did you DO?" my Aunt finally yelled.
"I cut it. I'd been wanting a change for so long, so I decided to cut my hair today. Do you like it?"
"Uh...well, it's...different. It's nice. But I mean, you could've told us or asked us...what are we goin' to tell
your parents, Aisha?" my Uncle asked.
"I'll tell them myself, thanks. It was one of the spur-of-the-moment things. Sorry...I would've told you, but I
made a quick decision."
It was around ten, when the phone rang. Everyone shot up. They looked at each other weirdly. Suddenly, it came to
me-they didn't allow anyone to call later than nine. I got up to get the phone, but my Uncle stopped me. He went instead
and answered the phone.
"Hello? Oh...uh, yes, she's right here, let me get her for you", my Uncle called out for me. I was thrilled.
Something in my gut told me it was Clark. My heart almost jumped. I grabbed the phone politely from my Uncle, and waited
until he returned to the family room. I pressed the phone against my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Aisha...it's me-"
"Clark. How are you?"
I heard a chuckle. "I'm good. I just called to ask you when you're leaving?"
"Oh. I'm leaving Sunday morning...at six, with Lex, remember?"
"Oh yea...so...my Dad's completely recovered from his back injury. Um...do you think we can get together tomorrow?"
"Well..." I thought hard. "Oh, I know! Um, do you think you can come over for lunch? Not dinner, 'cause I'm going
to have to pack and stuff. So?"
"Sure"
"Okay...hold on, while I ask my Aunt and Uncle..."
I put the reciever on mute, and put it down. When I came back to the family room, I asked my Aunt and Uncle if
Clark could come over. They were hesitant at first, but then, my Aunt said it was okay. I had a kick in my walk back in to
the kitchen to give Clark the news.
Meha and Misha, and I went upstairs to 'sleep'. We all went into my room and enjoyed a 'clothes fiesta'. I had
gotten some tops for them, and some CDs too. It was around twelve that they happily left. I decided to pack now and not
leave everything for tomorrow. It only took me less than five seconds to fold everything and stuff it in my suitcase
properly. I had to kinda cramp in the new stuff. I was so happy. This week was just amazing. I had found what I had been
looking for all my life-Kal. And it made me so happy. It was almost as if I was missing a part of me for so long, and now
the puzzle of my life was finally put together. I laughed to myself. I sounded like those hopeless romantics from those
soap operas.
JOEY
I looked at my drawn version of the downtown of Smallville. It was perfect. My plan was was executed to the smallest
detail. Soon...the people of Smallville will learn that ignoring Joey Sampson just ain't the right thing to do. I smiled
to myself as I put the map away in my drawer and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
CLARK
I checked out my watch-11:30 am. I groaned. I had more than two hours to go before I had to get ready for lunch at
Aisha's place. I had already done my chores. When I entered the kitchen, the smell of apple pie hit my nostrils. It
smelled so good. I walked up to my mom but before I could scare her, she stopped me. "Back away from me, nice and slow, son".
"Aw...how'd you know?"
"That's because I'm your mother, and mothers see and know all."
"Sure," I said, and planted a small kiss on my Mom's forhead and grabbed an apple. "You do remember that I won't be
here for lunch? I'm going over to Aisha's. Okay?"
"Alright, Clark. But remember, you're missing the world's favourite apple pie!"
"Oh no! How will I survive? Please, save me some"
"Sure, but with the way your father eats, I can't promise you anything"
"Fine, thanks," I said, and I went to my room. I ate the apple and thought about everything that had happened this
week. It had been a rollercoaster. With Aisha and her past, and all. The 'past' had hit me hard. I didn't know how to
react to something like that. I obviously couldn't advise her to a psychologist. Oh well, I had made my decision, and now
I had to stay true to it. Then, I started to wonder how would Aisha and me stay in contact? Suddenly, a voice broke in to
my thoughts.
"Earth to Clark!" I looked up to see Lana standing near the stairway. I stood up, and fixed my shirt.
"Hey, come on in."
"Thanks," she said and plopped down on the empty desk chair. "So, what's up, Clark? You have been MIA this whole
week, except when I saw you at the dance and of course, yesterday."
"Yea, sorry. It's just that, a lot of stuff has happened. I kinda got caught up in the farm too, 'cause my Dad blew
his back out."
"True. So...are you going to tell me what's going on between you and Aisha? Or do I have to take the rumours
seriosuly?"
"What 'rumours'?"
"No, I'm just joking. But seriously, Clark...come on, you can tell me."
I looked at Lana. Here sat the girl that I had liked as long as I can remember. And suddenly, a stranger walked in
to my life, and I forgot all about Lana. Lana...I sighed heavily, but smiled at her.
"Well...we kinda...went out. Things kinda went downhill, but we made up yesterday. And celebrated with a major
spending money spree. Seriously, before yesterday, I didn't know the meaning of 'shop till you drop'!"
Lana laughed. "So, you now know what girls live for...well, most of us anyway."
"Yea..." We sat in silence for a while. Suddenly, Lana's face turned completely worried. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Do you know Joey Markowski?"
"Uh...I don't know...what does he look like?"
"He's tall, pale, kinda lanky? Has these really fierce pair of blue eyes?"
The image of a kid fitting that description popped in to my head. Soon, flashes of this kid passing by me hit me. I
nodded. "What about him?"
"Well...I don't know if it is him, but...he came in to the Cafe today, looking really weird. He ordered a smoothie,
and left in quite bit of a hurry. The freaky thing is that when I went to his table to clean up, I found this drawing..."
she handed me a wrinkled and folded paper. I opened it, and a wave of terror hit me. It was a drawn map of downtown Smallville,
with red marked arrows coming in from his house all the way to Nell's flower Shop. Then, the words "KABOOM!" were printed
in the middle of the paper.
"Oh my God...this looks like...like, a bomb?"
"Yea, I know!" Lana said, standing up and starting to look really freaked. "Clark, we need to call the police right
away. We don't know when he's going to strike or anything!"
I sat, thinking for a second. The first thing to do here was to call Chloe. Lana had read my thoughts, because she
picked up the phone, "What's Chloe's number?"
In about half an hour, Pete, Lana, Chloe and me were patroling the downtown street, looking for Joey. I had called
Aisha, but I didn't feel right, hauling her into this. I just ended up telling her that I would be slightly late. I had
talked Lana out of calling the police right away. They would just scare Joey, and something told me he needed someone
his age to talk him out of it.
Almost two hours later, we still hadn't spot Joey. Lana had decided to call his house, but no one picked up. I looked at
my watch...it was almost two. I panicked slightly. I was supposed to be at Aisha's about half an hour ago.
It was 2:10 when I finally reached Aisha's house. She greeted me, looking relieved. Pulling me inside, she quickly
introduced me to everyone. I tried to make a light-hearted face, because I had a feeling that Aisha was studying me.
When I excused myself to go to the washroom, she sneaked up behind me, and covered my eyes with her hands. I laughed.
"Um..lets see..." I said, touching her hands. "Chubby hands can only mean one thing!"
"Oh, shut up!" She said, giggling, letting go of me. "So, are you going to tell me or do I have to try and read your
mind?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Clark, what's up? What's wrong? What's bothering you so bad that you have to pretend to look not worried?"
I was shocked. How did she keep reading my mind? As soon as I opened my mouth, her Aunt called out for us. "I'll
tell you later," I said.
The lunch was pretty good, Aisha's Uncle tried to make the most of the light conversation. I felt a bit of tension
between Aisha and her Aunt. They kept sharing squinted glimpses. During our shopping spree, Aisha had told me what she
heard her Aunt say that morning. I felt bad for her. I mean, it was my fault, and now, Aisha was the blamed for my idiocy.
When lunch was finished, everyone participated in cleaning up. Aisha's Aunt got out ice-cream for dessert, and
we ate it quitely out in the back porch. Finally, around three-thirty, I called Chloe's cell to find out that Joey was
still no where to be found, and that Pete and her went out to his house, but no one was there. I found myself really
relieved that Joey hadn't shown up. I would've felt horrible if anything were to happen, and I wasn't there to help. Aisha
had sneaked up behind me and put her hands up, covering my eyes.
"Guess who!"
Instead of "guessing", I started to poke her around the waist. She let out little squeals. I turned around, and
just stared into her eyes. Those eyes. I leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, as I did around
her waist.
Ten minutes later, we ended up in her bedroom. Aisha sat me down on the bed, and sat in my lap, her back facing me.
"So," she started. "What were you going to tell me before?"
I hesitated. I didn't want to get into that now. I was having way more fun with her. "It's not that important. So,
tell me something. Show me something cool."
"Nope, not unless you tell me what's bothering you, first. Then, I'll SHOW you something," she replied, emphasizing
the word. I told her the whole deal with Lana finding the drawing, and how we all decided to patrol downtown Smallville,
looking for him.
"Wow...this is so bad."
"Yea, I know. I just called Chloe, and she said that they checked out his place, but no one was there."
Aisha wrinkled her forehead. "Do you have this drawing with you?"
"Uh, no...I think Chloe has it. Do you wanna go out...for a walk?"
"Um...sure, why not?"
After ten minutes of silent arguing, Aisha's Aunt finally let her go for a walk, but made her promise to come back
before sunset. We walked slowly, hand in hand, talking about stuff. I don't think I had ever been more at ease with a girl.
I mean, Chloe was my best friend. Suddenly, the memory of my first came rushing to me. It was with her. It was so funny,
the first day that I'd met her. She acted so cool about it too. I was sharing this with Aisha, and she seemed so comfortable
knowing it.
Then, Aisha started to talk about how her "screwed-up" love life. She shared that the longest she ever had a boy-friend
was about two days. I coudln't stop laughing. She got really mad, so I had to apologize, but that was pretty funny.
JOEY
It was the perfect plan. I had been thinking about this to the smallest detail. It had come to my attention that
Clark and his Scooby-Doo gang, always were witnesses to all the major crimes in Smallville. I had to plan everything in
accordance to them. Especially Chloe. She was the one I had to look out for the most. The best part about this was that
my parents weren't home this weekend.
I laughed to myself. They never were home. Never. I don't even remember a SINGLE time that when I came home from
school, they would be there, waiting for me.
My attention returned to what I was doing. I carefully poured the flourescent green liquid in the small tube-shaped
sections. There were exactly eight tubes filled with the meteor rock-fluid. For more of an affect, I had taped large pieces
of the meteor rocks to the tubes. I had carefully carved the pieces so that they would be sharp. When I first came up with the idea of getting
back at the people who had made my life miserable, I had noticed a lot of huppla around these meteor rocks. It was then,
that I decided to collect them. During this process, all these people were so incerdibly affected by these rocks. There is
some things that I know I should get credit for and those are patience and observation.
I knew that Clark and his gang had been looking for me. Pretty and predictable Chloe. I knew that she and one of
her friends would come and check my place out. I went into the basement, and watched them walk around from the side window.
They even tried to get in. I had locked every window and door I could find in my house. I darkened everything about an
hour before they had come. I knew EVERYTHING. I looked down at my watch. It was close. Time to go kaboom.
AISHA
I was lying on the ground. I felt everything drain from my body. I had never felt pain in my life. Now, I knew
exactly how bad it was for the humans. The green piece of rock glowed enormously. I saw the veins in my hands almost blow
up right in front of me. Faintly, my eyes caught a glimpse of Clark speed up to me in slow motion.
It had happened so quickly. Clark and I walked the streets of Smallville, when the world diminished for me. The
tall and lanky Joey walked with a bellowing black winter coat that was way to big for his body. I was talking when I felt
Clark's hand squeeze mine tightly. Too tight. I looked up to see his face, completely cold as a stone, towards Joey.
The next few minutes were almost a blur. The street was filled with evening walkers, shoppers, and talkers. It was
way too crowded to do something super.
Clark quickly let go of my hand, and jogged up to Joey. In defense, Joey decided to flash what he hid under the jacket.
Green tubes, that made Clark stop abruptly. They're affect was gaining on him, and he couldn't do anything. Clark hit the
ground, but I couldn't move. Something was stopping me. I simply blinked my eyes, with my mouth open.
"I fucking HATE this place! And you're all going down WITH ME!" The words echoed through Joey's hoarse voice. It
was then that my eyes caught a metal remote in his hand. He was just about to push when feeling returned in my body and
I moved faster than I could've ever imagined.
I first sped up to Clark, and threw him gently out of the way, and then raced to Joey. His finger was almost fully
down the button. As I got nearer, the meteor rocks were taking affect gradually, but fast enough. I didn't care. I weren't
allowing them to slow me down, because I lifted Joey up and threw him into a car. But it didn't stop him from fully pushing
the button.
The car went up in flames, and so did the street. The rock's power had now, made me drop to the ground, and
unable to move away from the piece of sharp meteor rock, rocketing towards me.
"Aisha?" A distant voice whispered. It rang endlessly in my ears. As I tried to open my eyes, tears of pain escaped
down the sides of my face.
"H-hey..." my voice trailed off, as Clark tried to get close to me, but couldn't.
"Aisha...don't give up. Keep fighting! I'm goin' to help you!" Clark said, hoarsely. The meteor rocks were hurting
him. He had been in his presence for too long.
"I'm sorry, Clark..." I let out sighs of pain. "I just-can't. Don't come...come near......hurts you. Stay away,
Clark...you're h-hurting your...self."
Clark didn't listen, and he got nearer, and examined my body. The piece of meteor hit me in the middle of my chest.
It kept glowing. I looked around, painfully lifting my gaze to see the inside of an open building.
As to answer my thoughts, Clark answered my unasked question. "You got it hit first, and then the bomb itself blew
you in here. People are hurt, Aisha. You-you saved my life..."
I lifted my hand, trying to reach his face, but couldn't. Instead, it fell helplessly into his lap. He lifted it,
and kissed it. I saw wrinkles form on his forehead. He was in pain...I wanted to scream at him to get away, but I had
absolute no energy left.
"Listen...get me away from here. I think-think that I might-" Coughs jogged out of my mouth, with spewing white liquid.
I was completely being killed. Slowly, and very painfully.
It was about four minutes later. Clark had lifted me up, but his knees kept giving away. We had reached the highway.
I didn't realize what had happened to all the other people. I thought they would've stopped him, but I had to give my brain
a rest.
"I can't save you?"
"No...Clark...go! Get away. You're doing damage to yourself. Leave. It's okay. I'm leaving too. I just want
you to know one thing, Clark...just don't EVER f-forget it..."
CLARK
I knew she was going to say that she loved me or something along that line, but her last line haunted me. It still
haunts me.
THE AFTERMATH:
I sit here now, reviewing the greatest time of my life. The time I met the girl from my past, and for what I thought,
the girl of my future.
I looked through the telescope. It wasn't focused on Lana's house. It was focused to the sky. The great and vast
sky. She was out there, I comforted myself. Aisha was out there.
I decided to get ready for bed. As I lay in bed, her last words were the lullaby that gently put me to sleep.
"Always remember, never forget. Always cherish, never regret...Always remember, never forget. Always cherish, never regret...
Always remember, never forget. Always cherish, never regret..."
END NOTES:
wow! thtz IT, folks!!!!!!!
i hope u enjoyed it...as much as i DIDN't enjoy cumming up w/ it! nah, im playin. so...thtz it...i kno thtz enuff Smallville
for me!!!
ill katch all of u smallville-fanatics this week at the season premiere!! i'll be glued to the telly skreen!!!
B@!
@!$#@
ps- the "last words" are my own products tht i originally came up for a (HOTT) fwend'z birthday kard. plz, don't use'em w/out
ma permission.
thnx a lot!