Abandon
Author's note: I don't own Smallville or the characters that inhibit the series, although that would be really trippy.yada yada yada, you know the drill. Please r&r: this is my first story, so be nice!
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"Ow, Chloe, cut it out!" Exclaimed Clark.
It was a beautiful morning in Smallville; the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and businesses were just opening. Clark, Pete, and Chloe thought it would be fun to walk around the town on their day off of school. The trio were doing typical teenager things: teasing, pushing, and just plain having fun.
"Hey, let's stop by the Talon to.uh.rest." Clark stumbled.
"Dude, we just started walking! You want to stop already?" Pete asked.
Clark threw Pete a smirk. "Hey, it's the morning; I don't do mornings."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "This was all your idea, Clark. You know what? That doesn't seem too bad of an idea. I wasn't all that hungry at breakfast this morning."
"Bah! Fine. Let's go to the Talon then." Pete said. "Is Lana working this morning?"
"I guess we'll find out." Clark monotonously said.
*****
As the gang entered the Talon, they saw very little people inside. Behind the counter was Lana, looking bored and not trying to hide it.
"Lana!" Clark exclaimed.
Lana looked up, and then smiled. "Clark, Chloe, Pete! Thank goodness you're here. I'm so bored. Business isn't that great thus far. Can I get you anything?"
As Pete started to talk, a hungry Chloe quickly interrupted him. "Yeah, uh, can I have a regular coffee, a glazed donut, and.one of those giant cookie things?"
"Sure." Lana responded. "What about you guys?"
"I'll just have a glass of water." Pete replied. "What about you, Clark?"
Clark thought for a bit. "Hmm, nothing for me yet." Clark thought again.
"Right." Lana said slowly. "Water coming up, Pete."
Pete looked at Clark. He seemed really pensive, as if he forgot something. "Clark, man, are you okay?"
Clark looked up. "Uh, yeah, everything's fine. Although it seems like I should be doing something.oh right! I need to pick up something for my parents."
Pete pondered for a bit. "Oh, okay. Should we go with?" He asked.
Clark looked at Chloe, who was wolfing down her second donut. "No, I'll be fine. Stay with Chloe; make sure she doesn't spontaneously combust from all the sugar she's ingesting." Clark laughed.
Pete chuckled along with Clark. "Okay, man, we will be here."
"See you later." Clark said as he left.
*****
Clark took his wallet out of his back pocket to make sure he had the pick- up slip with him. As he read the writing on the slip, Lex drove up alongside him in his Ferrari.
"Hey there, Clark"
Clark looked up. "Oh, hey Lex."
Lex checked his watch. "It's pretty early for you to be up, is it not?"
Clark smiled. "I could say the exact same thing to you."
"Well, I decided to go out for a drive while the roads are virtually empty."
"I'm pickin' something up for my parents down at the antique store."
"Okay, cool. Well, I'm gonna head home now, unless you need a ride." Lex said.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll see you later, Lex."
And with that, he sped off. At that precise moment, Clark started to weaken.
"Oh no." He mumbled to himself. A homeless person who had walked by came to his side.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" He said. "Oh.why aren't you answering me?" As he laid Clark flat on the ground, he took his jacket and his jewellery off and put them in his backpack. In an instant, Clark became healed.
"Oh. You're okay." The boy said.
Clark looked at his palm and then the back of his hand. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Thank God." The boy sighed. "I was afraid you would.get hurt."
Clark chuckled. "It would be something different." His laughed turned into concern as he got a new look at the person he was talking to. "Say, you look young to be on the streets. How old are you?"
The boy flinched at the question. "I'm.16."
Clark couldn't help but open his mouth in shock. At the meantime, he was getting a vibe, which suggested that this boy was more than normal.
"I.I don't know what to say." Clark muttered. "I feel so sorry for you."
"Thanks. I don't get that a lot. Mainly because everyone thinks that I'm on the streets because their assumption that I did something wrong."
"What's your name?" A still-shocked Clark managed to say.
"Troy."
"I'm Clark."
*****
Author's note: I don't own Smallville or the characters that inhibit the series, although that would be really trippy.yada yada yada, you know the drill. Please r&r: this is my first story, so be nice!
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"Ow, Chloe, cut it out!" Exclaimed Clark.
It was a beautiful morning in Smallville; the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and businesses were just opening. Clark, Pete, and Chloe thought it would be fun to walk around the town on their day off of school. The trio were doing typical teenager things: teasing, pushing, and just plain having fun.
"Hey, let's stop by the Talon to.uh.rest." Clark stumbled.
"Dude, we just started walking! You want to stop already?" Pete asked.
Clark threw Pete a smirk. "Hey, it's the morning; I don't do mornings."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "This was all your idea, Clark. You know what? That doesn't seem too bad of an idea. I wasn't all that hungry at breakfast this morning."
"Bah! Fine. Let's go to the Talon then." Pete said. "Is Lana working this morning?"
"I guess we'll find out." Clark monotonously said.
*****
As the gang entered the Talon, they saw very little people inside. Behind the counter was Lana, looking bored and not trying to hide it.
"Lana!" Clark exclaimed.
Lana looked up, and then smiled. "Clark, Chloe, Pete! Thank goodness you're here. I'm so bored. Business isn't that great thus far. Can I get you anything?"
As Pete started to talk, a hungry Chloe quickly interrupted him. "Yeah, uh, can I have a regular coffee, a glazed donut, and.one of those giant cookie things?"
"Sure." Lana responded. "What about you guys?"
"I'll just have a glass of water." Pete replied. "What about you, Clark?"
Clark thought for a bit. "Hmm, nothing for me yet." Clark thought again.
"Right." Lana said slowly. "Water coming up, Pete."
Pete looked at Clark. He seemed really pensive, as if he forgot something. "Clark, man, are you okay?"
Clark looked up. "Uh, yeah, everything's fine. Although it seems like I should be doing something.oh right! I need to pick up something for my parents."
Pete pondered for a bit. "Oh, okay. Should we go with?" He asked.
Clark looked at Chloe, who was wolfing down her second donut. "No, I'll be fine. Stay with Chloe; make sure she doesn't spontaneously combust from all the sugar she's ingesting." Clark laughed.
Pete chuckled along with Clark. "Okay, man, we will be here."
"See you later." Clark said as he left.
*****
Clark took his wallet out of his back pocket to make sure he had the pick- up slip with him. As he read the writing on the slip, Lex drove up alongside him in his Ferrari.
"Hey there, Clark"
Clark looked up. "Oh, hey Lex."
Lex checked his watch. "It's pretty early for you to be up, is it not?"
Clark smiled. "I could say the exact same thing to you."
"Well, I decided to go out for a drive while the roads are virtually empty."
"I'm pickin' something up for my parents down at the antique store."
"Okay, cool. Well, I'm gonna head home now, unless you need a ride." Lex said.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll see you later, Lex."
And with that, he sped off. At that precise moment, Clark started to weaken.
"Oh no." He mumbled to himself. A homeless person who had walked by came to his side.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" He said. "Oh.why aren't you answering me?" As he laid Clark flat on the ground, he took his jacket and his jewellery off and put them in his backpack. In an instant, Clark became healed.
"Oh. You're okay." The boy said.
Clark looked at his palm and then the back of his hand. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Thank God." The boy sighed. "I was afraid you would.get hurt."
Clark chuckled. "It would be something different." His laughed turned into concern as he got a new look at the person he was talking to. "Say, you look young to be on the streets. How old are you?"
The boy flinched at the question. "I'm.16."
Clark couldn't help but open his mouth in shock. At the meantime, he was getting a vibe, which suggested that this boy was more than normal.
"I.I don't know what to say." Clark muttered. "I feel so sorry for you."
"Thanks. I don't get that a lot. Mainly because everyone thinks that I'm on the streets because their assumption that I did something wrong."
"What's your name?" A still-shocked Clark managed to say.
"Troy."
"I'm Clark."
*****