Stormy Weather
Chapter Three: Realization
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This story involves masturbation, slash, and other sexual themes. If any of this type of stuff bothers you, please do not read this story. You have been forewarned, so please do not reply with a flame. Thank you.
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Pete was alone at the table, and much to Clark's surprise, that made him happy. He walked over to where Pete was sitting, and joined him.
"Hey, Pete. Where's Chloe?" Clark asked as he scooted his chair in.
"I'm right here," Chloe said cheerfully, walking up from behind Clark. She pulled up a third chair and sat between the two guys.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Not too much," Pete said. "How 'bout you?"
"Nothing. I haven't even found a freak of the week lately, and I'm starting to get mad about that," she sighed. Clark patted her on the back.
"It's okay, Chloe," he said.
"No it's not! My career is going down the drain, and I'm not even through high school yet!" she said.
"It's not that big of a deal, Pete told her. You'll find something soon, I'm sure. You need to be more patient. And if not, unfortunately, you can't always get what you want."
You can't always get what you want. The words seemed to echo inside Clark's head. Well, he wanted Pete. He shook his head. Where were all of these thoughts coming from?
"Clark, are you okay?" Chloe asked, looking concerned.
"Y-yeah. Why?" he asked.
"You were shaking your head. And you had this weird look on your face," she explained. She put her hand on his arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," he verified. Chloe and Pete each gave him a curious-yet-caring look, but Lana came up to the table before they could say anything else.
"Hi guys," she said. "Did you need anything?"
"I'll take a coffee, please," Chloe asked.
"Me too," Pete said.
"Clark?" Lana asked.
"Nothing for me, thanks," he said.
"Okay, I'll be right back," she said, and headed to the backside of the counter. Clark watched as she poured the cups. There was an awkward silence until Lana returned with the steaming mugs.
"Here you go," she said, and handed them to Chloe and Pete. She was about to go back to the counter when she had a thought. "Oh Chloe, did you find the rest of that information for our science project?" She sat down next to Chloe, giving herself a break.
"Yeah. Are you going to come over tonight to work on it then?" Chloe asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yep," Lana confirmed.
"We need to get to work on ours, too," Pete said to Clark. For science, their class had been instructed to choose a partner and write a report and fill out a poster board with information on the topic. They had to choose a specific animal and they only had until Monday to finish it. Clark and Pete hadn't even started yet, and they had been assigned it the previous Monday.
"Yeah. Do you want to come over to my house, or do you want me to come over to yours?" Clark asked.
"How about yours? Since your parents are gone, we can work in peace and quiet," Pete said. Clark watched his facial expressions as he talked. "Clark? Hello? . Clark?" Clark snapped out of his daze.
"Huh?"
"You were spacing out, man. Are you sure you're okay?" Pete asked.
"Maybe I'm a little tired," he lied. "I'd better get home and get some rest."
"Alright. When do you want me to come over then?" Pete asked.
"Seven?" he offered.
"Sounds good," Pete said. Clark stood up to leave. "See ya," Pete said.
"Bye," he answered.
"Bye Clark," Chloe said, turning from Lana to wave.
"Bye," Lana added, and she and Chloe began talking again.
As Clark drove home, he realized he was beginning to have feelings for his friend. His male friend, at that. "When did I become gay?" he asked himself aloud. Maybe I'm not, he thought. Maybe I'm just exploring my possibilities. Maybe I'm straight, but I need to just see what's out there for me. I need to get into a relationship, he told himself. To get these thoughts out of my head. But he couldn't help but think that Pete was a possibility.
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More to come soon; tell me what you think of this. As I said, please don't give me flames. If you didn't like this type of story then you shouldn't have read it.
Chapter Three: Realization
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This story involves masturbation, slash, and other sexual themes. If any of this type of stuff bothers you, please do not read this story. You have been forewarned, so please do not reply with a flame. Thank you.
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Pete was alone at the table, and much to Clark's surprise, that made him happy. He walked over to where Pete was sitting, and joined him.
"Hey, Pete. Where's Chloe?" Clark asked as he scooted his chair in.
"I'm right here," Chloe said cheerfully, walking up from behind Clark. She pulled up a third chair and sat between the two guys.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Not too much," Pete said. "How 'bout you?"
"Nothing. I haven't even found a freak of the week lately, and I'm starting to get mad about that," she sighed. Clark patted her on the back.
"It's okay, Chloe," he said.
"No it's not! My career is going down the drain, and I'm not even through high school yet!" she said.
"It's not that big of a deal, Pete told her. You'll find something soon, I'm sure. You need to be more patient. And if not, unfortunately, you can't always get what you want."
You can't always get what you want. The words seemed to echo inside Clark's head. Well, he wanted Pete. He shook his head. Where were all of these thoughts coming from?
"Clark, are you okay?" Chloe asked, looking concerned.
"Y-yeah. Why?" he asked.
"You were shaking your head. And you had this weird look on your face," she explained. She put her hand on his arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," he verified. Chloe and Pete each gave him a curious-yet-caring look, but Lana came up to the table before they could say anything else.
"Hi guys," she said. "Did you need anything?"
"I'll take a coffee, please," Chloe asked.
"Me too," Pete said.
"Clark?" Lana asked.
"Nothing for me, thanks," he said.
"Okay, I'll be right back," she said, and headed to the backside of the counter. Clark watched as she poured the cups. There was an awkward silence until Lana returned with the steaming mugs.
"Here you go," she said, and handed them to Chloe and Pete. She was about to go back to the counter when she had a thought. "Oh Chloe, did you find the rest of that information for our science project?" She sat down next to Chloe, giving herself a break.
"Yeah. Are you going to come over tonight to work on it then?" Chloe asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yep," Lana confirmed.
"We need to get to work on ours, too," Pete said to Clark. For science, their class had been instructed to choose a partner and write a report and fill out a poster board with information on the topic. They had to choose a specific animal and they only had until Monday to finish it. Clark and Pete hadn't even started yet, and they had been assigned it the previous Monday.
"Yeah. Do you want to come over to my house, or do you want me to come over to yours?" Clark asked.
"How about yours? Since your parents are gone, we can work in peace and quiet," Pete said. Clark watched his facial expressions as he talked. "Clark? Hello? . Clark?" Clark snapped out of his daze.
"Huh?"
"You were spacing out, man. Are you sure you're okay?" Pete asked.
"Maybe I'm a little tired," he lied. "I'd better get home and get some rest."
"Alright. When do you want me to come over then?" Pete asked.
"Seven?" he offered.
"Sounds good," Pete said. Clark stood up to leave. "See ya," Pete said.
"Bye," he answered.
"Bye Clark," Chloe said, turning from Lana to wave.
"Bye," Lana added, and she and Chloe began talking again.
As Clark drove home, he realized he was beginning to have feelings for his friend. His male friend, at that. "When did I become gay?" he asked himself aloud. Maybe I'm not, he thought. Maybe I'm just exploring my possibilities. Maybe I'm straight, but I need to just see what's out there for me. I need to get into a relationship, he told himself. To get these thoughts out of my head. But he couldn't help but think that Pete was a possibility.
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More to come soon; tell me what you think of this. As I said, please don't give me flames. If you didn't like this type of story then you shouldn't have read it.