Author's note: Still bored? Yes I know. I don't wanna give too much away at
once.. I really hope it's interesting enough for me to continue soooo.
here's chapter four? Enjoy! I hope....... AND Kudos to the nice peoples who
reviewed. I really appreciate it especially the ideas...So onto chapter
four!
**This will indicate that someone is thinking **
Chapter 4
One whole day at her new "home" and all she had managed to do was unpack her suitcases and repack their contents into the chestnut colored dresser in the guest room, which was now officially "her room". She plopped down on the bed and pulled out a pen, being sure to check the hallway to make sure no one might have been watching her. She just sorta figured that the family was still downstairs eating breakfast and there would be no one coming upstairs for quite a while. So she could practice levitating the pen if she was careful and observant at all times. And as if on cue, the pen started to hover in the air. Professor Xavier had told her to practice using her abilities everyday. Unless she wanted a repeat of what had happened when she had put off training, to take part in her other school bound activities. She was just about to work on levitating 'A Tale of Two Cities' when she heard a knock at the door.
It was Clark.
"Sorry if was interrupting you."
She cut in suddenly, "No, no, not at all."
"I was about to leave, to go to the Talon, and I thought that maybe you'd like to come?" He smiled that "oh so amazing" smile of his. Which could probably get even the most aloof girl to fall into his charming spell.
"Sure, that'd be great." Jean replied, quickly grabbing her bag and heading towards the door.
In a matter of minutes they were on the road and headed towards the Talon. The vast farm was slowly disappearing out of sight and what she guessed was the central part of town was quickly reappearing.
"So you're from." He began.
"Bayville, it's in New York" She quickly finished his sentence, "I mean, before I came here I thought Bayville was small. But it's nothing compared to Smallville...no offense."
"None taken, don't worry after you've been here a while it just kinda grows on you."
"Tell me about it, I've only been here. What like a day? And I'm already starting to love it. The open spaces, the way everyone seems to know each other, and the scenery. Ya know?" She leaned back into the seat.
"All to well." They both laughed.
They talked and laughed a while longer, until they finally arrived at Smallville's favorite theater/ bookstore/ coffee house, the Talon.
"Oh, so this is the Talon?" Jean said with a rather clueless look on her face.
"Yep, this is it, why?"
"Oh nothing," she looked down at her hands hoping that the next thing she was about to say wouldn't make her look like too much of an idiot.
**It's one thing to look like an idiot. But to look like an idiot in front of a cute guy is another. **
"It's just that, when you said the Talon, I thought it was like something, that had to do with birds. I mean, I didn't know we were going to a café." She said a little bit too quickly.
"And I'm guessing that you would rather look at dead birds in a glass," Clark started to unbuckle his seatbelt, "than get a cup of coffee."
"No!" Jean was still fidgeting with her bag, "As interesting, and photographic as that sounds, I think I'll just take the coffee." She laughed again and opened the door to the blue pickup.
Jean had only been in Smallville for a few days and she was already starting to feel at home. Which was most likely because of the hospitality everyone in town had showed her. She never knew that people so kind, honest and friendly actually existed in this world anymore. But she knew that if they were allowed to find out her secret they wouldn't be so friendly and caring anymore, she couldn't let her guard down not even for a second, or everything would change.
"Jean?" Clark said raising an eyebrow.
She suddenly realized she was sitting at a table in what she guessed was the Talon. She hardly remembered walking in.
**Probably too concentrated on my thoughts again. ** She sighed, she knew of her tendency to do that... a lot.
"Oh I'm sorry I was just...thinking." She quickly apologized, not realizing that a raven- haired girl was standing in front of her. Her chocolate brown eyes fixed on the table.
"Jean, this is Lana. Lana, this is Jean. She's the exchange student I was telling you about." After Clark had introduced them he sat down at the table.
"Hi," Jean shook Lana's hand.
"Hello." Lana smiled, "So you're staying with the Kent's? Just make sure before you leave town you try one of Ms. Kent's delicious apple pies."
"I will. I've heard they're the best in the county. I can't tell you the last time I had apple pie." She could almost taste it, the sweet aroma filling the air, the crisp color of the Granny Smith apples and sticking her fork into her slice of pie just right so that the heat rose from the top. It was almost too perfect.
"Well what can I get you two?" Lana pulled out a pencil and tapped it against the tablet she was holding in her other hand.
Jean carefully looked at the menu. Her eyes glancing over each of the pages. "Ummm I'm have the..."
"Clark!" It was Pete, "Where have you been? We tried calling your house but your mom said you had gone out."
Lana was still waiting to take Jean's order and Jean was still looking over the menu.
"WE?" A look of pure bafflement showed on his face.
"Chloe?" Pete basically sounded it out. He didn't want to give the impression that 'we' meant, HE was talking to himself.
"Chloe," Clark repeated. That's right. He had invited Chloe over for dinner that night. With all the excitement he had almost forgotten about it. "Thanks, I've gotta go call her."
"...The Coffee Surprise." Jean had finally decided what she wanted and looked up from her menu. "Sorry, about that."
"No problem, and for you, Clark?"
"Just a cappuccino," he replied.
"And you Pete... Pete?" Lana tried to awaken him from his trance.
But he was too focused on the girl sitting across from him.
Clark noticed Pete's stare. And couldn't help but snicker at the scene. Jean was drumming her nails on the table with one hand and resting her head on the other, converting her eyes warily up towards the ceiling. Pete was following her every move, watching her wandering eyes and listening to the steady beat of her nails against the wood of the table.
"Pete, this is Jean. Jean this is Pete."
"Hi." Jean smiled and once again extended her hand to shake Pete's.
Pete sat still for a while. Still focused on her eyes.
"H-hi." He said trying not to stutter, but apparently it wasn't working.
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TBC
**This will indicate that someone is thinking **
Chapter 4
One whole day at her new "home" and all she had managed to do was unpack her suitcases and repack their contents into the chestnut colored dresser in the guest room, which was now officially "her room". She plopped down on the bed and pulled out a pen, being sure to check the hallway to make sure no one might have been watching her. She just sorta figured that the family was still downstairs eating breakfast and there would be no one coming upstairs for quite a while. So she could practice levitating the pen if she was careful and observant at all times. And as if on cue, the pen started to hover in the air. Professor Xavier had told her to practice using her abilities everyday. Unless she wanted a repeat of what had happened when she had put off training, to take part in her other school bound activities. She was just about to work on levitating 'A Tale of Two Cities' when she heard a knock at the door.
It was Clark.
"Sorry if was interrupting you."
She cut in suddenly, "No, no, not at all."
"I was about to leave, to go to the Talon, and I thought that maybe you'd like to come?" He smiled that "oh so amazing" smile of his. Which could probably get even the most aloof girl to fall into his charming spell.
"Sure, that'd be great." Jean replied, quickly grabbing her bag and heading towards the door.
In a matter of minutes they were on the road and headed towards the Talon. The vast farm was slowly disappearing out of sight and what she guessed was the central part of town was quickly reappearing.
"So you're from." He began.
"Bayville, it's in New York" She quickly finished his sentence, "I mean, before I came here I thought Bayville was small. But it's nothing compared to Smallville...no offense."
"None taken, don't worry after you've been here a while it just kinda grows on you."
"Tell me about it, I've only been here. What like a day? And I'm already starting to love it. The open spaces, the way everyone seems to know each other, and the scenery. Ya know?" She leaned back into the seat.
"All to well." They both laughed.
They talked and laughed a while longer, until they finally arrived at Smallville's favorite theater/ bookstore/ coffee house, the Talon.
"Oh, so this is the Talon?" Jean said with a rather clueless look on her face.
"Yep, this is it, why?"
"Oh nothing," she looked down at her hands hoping that the next thing she was about to say wouldn't make her look like too much of an idiot.
**It's one thing to look like an idiot. But to look like an idiot in front of a cute guy is another. **
"It's just that, when you said the Talon, I thought it was like something, that had to do with birds. I mean, I didn't know we were going to a café." She said a little bit too quickly.
"And I'm guessing that you would rather look at dead birds in a glass," Clark started to unbuckle his seatbelt, "than get a cup of coffee."
"No!" Jean was still fidgeting with her bag, "As interesting, and photographic as that sounds, I think I'll just take the coffee." She laughed again and opened the door to the blue pickup.
Jean had only been in Smallville for a few days and she was already starting to feel at home. Which was most likely because of the hospitality everyone in town had showed her. She never knew that people so kind, honest and friendly actually existed in this world anymore. But she knew that if they were allowed to find out her secret they wouldn't be so friendly and caring anymore, she couldn't let her guard down not even for a second, or everything would change.
"Jean?" Clark said raising an eyebrow.
She suddenly realized she was sitting at a table in what she guessed was the Talon. She hardly remembered walking in.
**Probably too concentrated on my thoughts again. ** She sighed, she knew of her tendency to do that... a lot.
"Oh I'm sorry I was just...thinking." She quickly apologized, not realizing that a raven- haired girl was standing in front of her. Her chocolate brown eyes fixed on the table.
"Jean, this is Lana. Lana, this is Jean. She's the exchange student I was telling you about." After Clark had introduced them he sat down at the table.
"Hi," Jean shook Lana's hand.
"Hello." Lana smiled, "So you're staying with the Kent's? Just make sure before you leave town you try one of Ms. Kent's delicious apple pies."
"I will. I've heard they're the best in the county. I can't tell you the last time I had apple pie." She could almost taste it, the sweet aroma filling the air, the crisp color of the Granny Smith apples and sticking her fork into her slice of pie just right so that the heat rose from the top. It was almost too perfect.
"Well what can I get you two?" Lana pulled out a pencil and tapped it against the tablet she was holding in her other hand.
Jean carefully looked at the menu. Her eyes glancing over each of the pages. "Ummm I'm have the..."
"Clark!" It was Pete, "Where have you been? We tried calling your house but your mom said you had gone out."
Lana was still waiting to take Jean's order and Jean was still looking over the menu.
"WE?" A look of pure bafflement showed on his face.
"Chloe?" Pete basically sounded it out. He didn't want to give the impression that 'we' meant, HE was talking to himself.
"Chloe," Clark repeated. That's right. He had invited Chloe over for dinner that night. With all the excitement he had almost forgotten about it. "Thanks, I've gotta go call her."
"...The Coffee Surprise." Jean had finally decided what she wanted and looked up from her menu. "Sorry, about that."
"No problem, and for you, Clark?"
"Just a cappuccino," he replied.
"And you Pete... Pete?" Lana tried to awaken him from his trance.
But he was too focused on the girl sitting across from him.
Clark noticed Pete's stare. And couldn't help but snicker at the scene. Jean was drumming her nails on the table with one hand and resting her head on the other, converting her eyes warily up towards the ceiling. Pete was following her every move, watching her wandering eyes and listening to the steady beat of her nails against the wood of the table.
"Pete, this is Jean. Jean this is Pete."
"Hi." Jean smiled and once again extended her hand to shake Pete's.
Pete sat still for a while. Still focused on her eyes.
"H-hi." He said trying not to stutter, but apparently it wasn't working.
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TBC