"Ah, a ray of hope amidst this destruction. Hey, Chloe." Lex said, leaning
against a counter at the Beanery as a waitress made Chloe's coffee.
"Yeah, that's me, one big ray of sunshine. Hey, Lex," Chloe shot back as she paid the cashier and made her way towards the door. "I feel so bad, buying coffee while all these people are so hurt and everything .but I am going to be in a car with my Dad for three hours, I need it!" Chloe said as she stepped around some cots.
"I understand. I need a tranquilizer when I'm around my Dad." Lex winced when he realized what he had said. "That's not...I didn't mean it like that." Lex said, opening the door for Chloe.
"I heard about your Dad. I'm sorry," Chloe said, turning to him in the broad sunlight.
"I heard about Clark. What an idiot." Lex replied, shrugging of Chloe's comment.
"Don't try to change the subject...and not to Clark, if you must change it."
"Am I sensing a bit of bitterness?"
"It's a long story, and my Dad is waiting. I'll see you when I see you, Lex." Chloe said, sliding on her sunglasses and turning to cross the street.
"Would three hours be enough time?" Lex called out, causing Chloe to turn around.
"What are you talking about, Luthor?" Chloe grinned.
"I've got to go into Metropolis to take care of some business for my Dad. Let me take you...three hours has to be enough time for you to tell me your long story," Lex proposed.
"Somehow, I'm thinking my Dad won't go for that. After the emotional roller coaster Clark sent me on, my Dad is almost as wary about guys as I am." Chloe said, grinning a bit.
"Your Dad and I have...we've been through a lot, as horribly corny as that sounds. I think I can convince him."
"Go for it," Chloe shrugged. As long as she got out of Smallville without having to see Clark, she was happy.
*
"Well, Lex, I must say, this is a lot better than listening to oldies with my Dad in that junk yard wannabe car of mine. But, I must know...what did you mean, my Dad and you have been through a lot?"
"Not even a twister can stop the intrepidness that is the essence of Chloe?" Lex asked.
"Exactly. Spill, Luthor." Chloe demanded.
"I do believe you have some spilling to do yourself, Sullivan. I go after you go. I like hearing about high school dramas. They make me long for the old days."
"First of all, how old are you, sixty? Second of all, what old days? Anyone who simply crossed your path at the wrong time of day was probably fired by your Dad, am I right? I know I am. And what happened to 'Clark's an idiot'? I liked that mind set!" Chloe snarked.
"Just talk, I know you know you want to." Lex replied.
"Clarkleftmeatthedance."
"Thanks, this I know. Please continue." Lex said, adjusting the volume in his car so he could hear Chloe.
"I'm sick and tired of not knowing where I stand with him. I've got too much going on to worry about what Clark thinks about what I'm wearing or what Clark thinks I meant by leaning so close to him, or whatever the case may be," Chloe explained.
"I see."
"Don't lie; you know this never happened to you. But anyways, tell me about your twister traumas, so I can pretend to understand."
"Your Dad is a great man, and mine is another story," Lex started, glancing at Chloe and grinning as he saw her leg bouncing up and down, much like her father's.
"Yeah, that's me, one big ray of sunshine. Hey, Lex," Chloe shot back as she paid the cashier and made her way towards the door. "I feel so bad, buying coffee while all these people are so hurt and everything .but I am going to be in a car with my Dad for three hours, I need it!" Chloe said as she stepped around some cots.
"I understand. I need a tranquilizer when I'm around my Dad." Lex winced when he realized what he had said. "That's not...I didn't mean it like that." Lex said, opening the door for Chloe.
"I heard about your Dad. I'm sorry," Chloe said, turning to him in the broad sunlight.
"I heard about Clark. What an idiot." Lex replied, shrugging of Chloe's comment.
"Don't try to change the subject...and not to Clark, if you must change it."
"Am I sensing a bit of bitterness?"
"It's a long story, and my Dad is waiting. I'll see you when I see you, Lex." Chloe said, sliding on her sunglasses and turning to cross the street.
"Would three hours be enough time?" Lex called out, causing Chloe to turn around.
"What are you talking about, Luthor?" Chloe grinned.
"I've got to go into Metropolis to take care of some business for my Dad. Let me take you...three hours has to be enough time for you to tell me your long story," Lex proposed.
"Somehow, I'm thinking my Dad won't go for that. After the emotional roller coaster Clark sent me on, my Dad is almost as wary about guys as I am." Chloe said, grinning a bit.
"Your Dad and I have...we've been through a lot, as horribly corny as that sounds. I think I can convince him."
"Go for it," Chloe shrugged. As long as she got out of Smallville without having to see Clark, she was happy.
*
"Well, Lex, I must say, this is a lot better than listening to oldies with my Dad in that junk yard wannabe car of mine. But, I must know...what did you mean, my Dad and you have been through a lot?"
"Not even a twister can stop the intrepidness that is the essence of Chloe?" Lex asked.
"Exactly. Spill, Luthor." Chloe demanded.
"I do believe you have some spilling to do yourself, Sullivan. I go after you go. I like hearing about high school dramas. They make me long for the old days."
"First of all, how old are you, sixty? Second of all, what old days? Anyone who simply crossed your path at the wrong time of day was probably fired by your Dad, am I right? I know I am. And what happened to 'Clark's an idiot'? I liked that mind set!" Chloe snarked.
"Just talk, I know you know you want to." Lex replied.
"Clarkleftmeatthedance."
"Thanks, this I know. Please continue." Lex said, adjusting the volume in his car so he could hear Chloe.
"I'm sick and tired of not knowing where I stand with him. I've got too much going on to worry about what Clark thinks about what I'm wearing or what Clark thinks I meant by leaning so close to him, or whatever the case may be," Chloe explained.
"I see."
"Don't lie; you know this never happened to you. But anyways, tell me about your twister traumas, so I can pretend to understand."
"Your Dad is a great man, and mine is another story," Lex started, glancing at Chloe and grinning as he saw her leg bouncing up and down, much like her father's.