Title: Tangled
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Of course I own them, I keep them hidden in my closet and they act out episodes whenever I like.
Spoilers: Some episodes perhaps, and a lot of spiderman the movie
Pairing: Chloe/Peter Parker
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humour
Author's Notes: Dedicated to Boj. Tell me the truth about this chap, that's all I ask.
Peter dragged his hand through his dark brown hair, ruining the work that a rusted mirror and a comb he found on the floor took ten minutes to do. He looked at the typical American high school with half fear, half anticipated boredom. This was the only thing he let Harry pay for; he couldn't sacrifice his education just because he was stubborn. He managed to throw together some semblance of a coordinated outfit despite the fact that moths had eaten holes in half his clothes.
A few curious glances were thrown at him as he entered the main building and headed towards the registration office. He sighed as he slipped into the crowd; he recognised a lot of the stereotypical teenagers that inhabited his last school. Jock, cheerleader, jock, jock, jock, cheerleader, cheerleader, jock, loner, most likely to get beaten up by jock number six leaning against his locker with a cheerleader and a few more jocks. He walked into the office and approached the desk, a small lady with insect-like qualities eyed him over a pair of square framed glasses. He swallowed his throat suddenly dry.
"May I" pause "Help you?"
'Was that pause really necessary?' Peter thought, but he didn't have much time to analyse it further because she was drumming her false fingernails on the desk impatiently.
"Oh, yes, I'm Peter Parker, I'm here to sign up" she raised both heavily pencilled eyebrows at him sceptically.
"It's a little late, isn't it?" she said stiffly "to be signing up"
'What kind of a question is that?' he wondered to himself, but she was staring at him again so he answered quickly. "Yes. Yes it is"
"Parker?" she asked, he nodded and she began flipping through a thick file, her skeletal fingers running over names now and then before she stopped.
"Ah yes, your in Mr Thompson's homeroom, here is your timetable" she handed him a small folder containing his timetable, personal information, and the school newsletter. He tucked it under his arm.
"Thank you"
"Your tour guide should be here any moment, he'll show you around, then you can start class after lunch" she jerked her head to the wooden seats and he sat down quietly, now fidgeting with the spinneret on his right wrist. He didn't have to wait long, a tall boy came in, exchanged a few short words with the bitchy secretary, and turned to him, smiling.
When he said tall, he meant giant tall. This guy had to be seven feet at least. He had black tousled hair and green eyes, his lips looked like a bee had stung them and he was wearing flannel. Oh god, he didn't known that existed out of bad eighties movies and omish communities. He managed a small smile at the flannel infested giant guy and stood up, holding out his hand so he could shake it.
"Kent, Clark Kent" Clark said, still smiling.
"Parker, Peter Parker" Peter greeted him in the same manner.
"Come on, I'll show you around" Clark lead him outside, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked beside him, feeling awkward.
"What do you want to see first?" Clark said somewhat uncertainly, risking a sidelong glance at him.
"Where I can buy a newspaper, the Daily Planet preferably," Peter said automatically, scanning the vast grounds.
"Why?" there seemed to be a tint of humour in this farmboy's voice, but he continued any way.
"I need to keep in touch with civilisation, this town doesn't seem to have any connection with the outside world" Clark was grinning hugely now, it looked like his face was going to split open.
"Are you from Metropolis?" Clark asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"No, New York"
"Oh"
"I have a timetable, you don't need to show me around. Let's just get a coke, preying technology has advanced that far" Peter shoved the folder in his bag, almost drowning out the sound of Clark's soft laughter.
"OK" there happened to be a coke dispenser right around the corner, Peter bought both and ignored Clark's protest as he sipped the caffeine enriched drink. He surveyed the taller boy with confusion, he was way too friendly and way too good looking, he looked about twenty and his hair was a little too long, but he seemed to be an OK guy.
"Do you have a school newspaper here?" Peter asked absently, drowning the rest of his drink.
"Why? Are you a writer?" Clark asked, scrunching up his can like a paper cup. Peter just threw his in the bin, not wanting to do anything to give away his strength.
"No, a photographer" Peter explained, feeling hot inside his spiderman uniform concealed under a long sleeved black sweater and black jeans.
"I have a feeling we're going to be good friends Peter" Clark said suddenly, Peter was shocked for a moment before grinning fully for the first time in months.
"Alrighty then"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"He's brilliant Chloe, you should have met him" Clark said happily, ignoring his friend's flustered state.
"Met who?" she banged the printer with her fist and wiped her fringe away from her sweaty forehead while typing out an article on the mysterious disappearance of all fifty eight laboratory frogs "Clark, if you're not going to help-"
"Peter Parker" Clark explained, hopping out of Chloe's way as she stuffed the newly printed editorial in the 'to go' box.
"Who?" Chloe finished the article and began printing.
"The new guy"
"Really? How fascinating!" she slipped that into the 'to go' box and began inserting the photos into the front page "Just stop me from working Clark, I mean, this Pecker guy must be a lot more important than the newspaper, so please, continue!" Clark smiled unsurely, not picking up on the sarcasm he continued.
"Parker, his name is Parker" he corrected "And speaking of the newspaper, he wants to join up"
Chloe stopped and turned to him, anger flashing in her eyes "*join* up?" she snapped "he wants to *join* up, does he? This isn't some kind of club where anyone can *join* up, it requires skills, experience-"
"You didn't have any experience when you joined the paper" Clark reminded her.
"First of all, I didn't *join* the paper, I was accepted in due to my outstanding English levels" she said angrily, hands on hips "and second of all-"
"He has experience," Clark said patiently. Chloe blinked.
"Serving coffee on the ground floor in the Daily Planet? I doubt that qualifies as real experience" Chloe snorted.
"He was photographer for the Daily Bugle"
Chloe was growing angrier by the minute "Sure, a kid would make up anything to get some extra curricular activities in his achievements file, that is such a load of-"
"He gave me his portfolio to give to you" he handed her a manilla folder and she flipped through it briskly then handed it roughly back to him.
"If you ask me, I'd say he's trying a little too hard..." she trailed off seeing his arched eyebrow, she hunched over in defeat.
"Fine" she said tightly, pretending to stack her completed newspaper.
"Great" Clark said brightly "We've arranged to meet for coffee at the Talon in about fifteen minutes, d'you wanna come?"
"Yes" she said immediately, grabbing her jacket and slipping it over her shoulders "I want to talk to this Peter guy, if that is his real name, maybe he-"
"Chloeeee" he whined, she shoved him out the door and locked it behind her, dragging him along she fumbled with her keys.
"What?" she said irritably
"Don't go into reporter mode with this guy, he's kind of...mysterious"
"Even better" Chloe said excitedly, just letting him climb into the car before she started driving at an illegal pace.
"Chloeeee" he whined again.
"Clark" she paused to turn a sharp corner "Shut up"
Don't tell me...it's great, isn't it? I swear it'll get a lot more shippy in the next chapter. On second thought, do tell me, please review!
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Of course I own them, I keep them hidden in my closet and they act out episodes whenever I like.
Spoilers: Some episodes perhaps, and a lot of spiderman the movie
Pairing: Chloe/Peter Parker
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humour
Author's Notes: Dedicated to Boj. Tell me the truth about this chap, that's all I ask.
Peter dragged his hand through his dark brown hair, ruining the work that a rusted mirror and a comb he found on the floor took ten minutes to do. He looked at the typical American high school with half fear, half anticipated boredom. This was the only thing he let Harry pay for; he couldn't sacrifice his education just because he was stubborn. He managed to throw together some semblance of a coordinated outfit despite the fact that moths had eaten holes in half his clothes.
A few curious glances were thrown at him as he entered the main building and headed towards the registration office. He sighed as he slipped into the crowd; he recognised a lot of the stereotypical teenagers that inhabited his last school. Jock, cheerleader, jock, jock, jock, cheerleader, cheerleader, jock, loner, most likely to get beaten up by jock number six leaning against his locker with a cheerleader and a few more jocks. He walked into the office and approached the desk, a small lady with insect-like qualities eyed him over a pair of square framed glasses. He swallowed his throat suddenly dry.
"May I" pause "Help you?"
'Was that pause really necessary?' Peter thought, but he didn't have much time to analyse it further because she was drumming her false fingernails on the desk impatiently.
"Oh, yes, I'm Peter Parker, I'm here to sign up" she raised both heavily pencilled eyebrows at him sceptically.
"It's a little late, isn't it?" she said stiffly "to be signing up"
'What kind of a question is that?' he wondered to himself, but she was staring at him again so he answered quickly. "Yes. Yes it is"
"Parker?" she asked, he nodded and she began flipping through a thick file, her skeletal fingers running over names now and then before she stopped.
"Ah yes, your in Mr Thompson's homeroom, here is your timetable" she handed him a small folder containing his timetable, personal information, and the school newsletter. He tucked it under his arm.
"Thank you"
"Your tour guide should be here any moment, he'll show you around, then you can start class after lunch" she jerked her head to the wooden seats and he sat down quietly, now fidgeting with the spinneret on his right wrist. He didn't have to wait long, a tall boy came in, exchanged a few short words with the bitchy secretary, and turned to him, smiling.
When he said tall, he meant giant tall. This guy had to be seven feet at least. He had black tousled hair and green eyes, his lips looked like a bee had stung them and he was wearing flannel. Oh god, he didn't known that existed out of bad eighties movies and omish communities. He managed a small smile at the flannel infested giant guy and stood up, holding out his hand so he could shake it.
"Kent, Clark Kent" Clark said, still smiling.
"Parker, Peter Parker" Peter greeted him in the same manner.
"Come on, I'll show you around" Clark lead him outside, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked beside him, feeling awkward.
"What do you want to see first?" Clark said somewhat uncertainly, risking a sidelong glance at him.
"Where I can buy a newspaper, the Daily Planet preferably," Peter said automatically, scanning the vast grounds.
"Why?" there seemed to be a tint of humour in this farmboy's voice, but he continued any way.
"I need to keep in touch with civilisation, this town doesn't seem to have any connection with the outside world" Clark was grinning hugely now, it looked like his face was going to split open.
"Are you from Metropolis?" Clark asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"No, New York"
"Oh"
"I have a timetable, you don't need to show me around. Let's just get a coke, preying technology has advanced that far" Peter shoved the folder in his bag, almost drowning out the sound of Clark's soft laughter.
"OK" there happened to be a coke dispenser right around the corner, Peter bought both and ignored Clark's protest as he sipped the caffeine enriched drink. He surveyed the taller boy with confusion, he was way too friendly and way too good looking, he looked about twenty and his hair was a little too long, but he seemed to be an OK guy.
"Do you have a school newspaper here?" Peter asked absently, drowning the rest of his drink.
"Why? Are you a writer?" Clark asked, scrunching up his can like a paper cup. Peter just threw his in the bin, not wanting to do anything to give away his strength.
"No, a photographer" Peter explained, feeling hot inside his spiderman uniform concealed under a long sleeved black sweater and black jeans.
"I have a feeling we're going to be good friends Peter" Clark said suddenly, Peter was shocked for a moment before grinning fully for the first time in months.
"Alrighty then"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"He's brilliant Chloe, you should have met him" Clark said happily, ignoring his friend's flustered state.
"Met who?" she banged the printer with her fist and wiped her fringe away from her sweaty forehead while typing out an article on the mysterious disappearance of all fifty eight laboratory frogs "Clark, if you're not going to help-"
"Peter Parker" Clark explained, hopping out of Chloe's way as she stuffed the newly printed editorial in the 'to go' box.
"Who?" Chloe finished the article and began printing.
"The new guy"
"Really? How fascinating!" she slipped that into the 'to go' box and began inserting the photos into the front page "Just stop me from working Clark, I mean, this Pecker guy must be a lot more important than the newspaper, so please, continue!" Clark smiled unsurely, not picking up on the sarcasm he continued.
"Parker, his name is Parker" he corrected "And speaking of the newspaper, he wants to join up"
Chloe stopped and turned to him, anger flashing in her eyes "*join* up?" she snapped "he wants to *join* up, does he? This isn't some kind of club where anyone can *join* up, it requires skills, experience-"
"You didn't have any experience when you joined the paper" Clark reminded her.
"First of all, I didn't *join* the paper, I was accepted in due to my outstanding English levels" she said angrily, hands on hips "and second of all-"
"He has experience," Clark said patiently. Chloe blinked.
"Serving coffee on the ground floor in the Daily Planet? I doubt that qualifies as real experience" Chloe snorted.
"He was photographer for the Daily Bugle"
Chloe was growing angrier by the minute "Sure, a kid would make up anything to get some extra curricular activities in his achievements file, that is such a load of-"
"He gave me his portfolio to give to you" he handed her a manilla folder and she flipped through it briskly then handed it roughly back to him.
"If you ask me, I'd say he's trying a little too hard..." she trailed off seeing his arched eyebrow, she hunched over in defeat.
"Fine" she said tightly, pretending to stack her completed newspaper.
"Great" Clark said brightly "We've arranged to meet for coffee at the Talon in about fifteen minutes, d'you wanna come?"
"Yes" she said immediately, grabbing her jacket and slipping it over her shoulders "I want to talk to this Peter guy, if that is his real name, maybe he-"
"Chloeeee" he whined, she shoved him out the door and locked it behind her, dragging him along she fumbled with her keys.
"What?" she said irritably
"Don't go into reporter mode with this guy, he's kind of...mysterious"
"Even better" Chloe said excitedly, just letting him climb into the car before she started driving at an illegal pace.
"Chloeeee" he whined again.
"Clark" she paused to turn a sharp corner "Shut up"
Don't tell me...it's great, isn't it? I swear it'll get a lot more shippy in the next chapter. On second thought, do tell me, please review!
