A.N: Okay! I've figured out how I'm going to do this! I'm going to post once I have the next part half-way written, or something like that... Umm if you have any suggestions, or there is a good idea you want me to incorporate, just leave it in the review or e-mail me! On with the story! Oh, and anything like this is inner monologue, or the characters thoughts!
Part 2 of?
Lex looked out the window into the bleak rainy day, oh joy! I can't wait to go outside he thought to himself grimly. With a sigh he grabbed his three quarter black trench coat and keys, well at least it's a "meeting" with Clark, because there is no way I'd do this for anybody else. Before he knew it he found himself standing on the front porch of the castle, starring out at the rain and dark gray clouds that hovered overhead seeming to foretell that the day promised to bring nothing but grief. Lex swiftly shook that feeling off, hopeful that if he disregarded it nothing would occur.
Promptly, Lex forced himself to stir, realizing that if he didn't he may miss his "meeting" with Clark. Slowly he opened the car door and slid inside. Hesitantly he placed his hands on the steering wheel, still wondering if he should go, even though this overwhelming fear still gripped him. Lex finally made up his mind when he figured that Clark could already be at the Talon waiting, Nope, can't let Clark down. Anyone else, maybe, but never Clark. With an agonized sigh, he started the car and backed out of the driveway.
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Clark watched as Lana went to fill orders. Slowly, he'd been feeling her appeal fading and was now at the point where he kind of detested her. He had started to notice how at every chance she had, she would whine about her dead parents or her job, which she had begged Lex for! , or anything else she could find that wasn't just perfect.
A grin spread over his face when he spotted Chloe enter the shop. Just as his love for Lana was dying, his love for Chloe had begun to grow. She always found a way around her problems and was there for him whenever he needed her. Her constant curiosity, which even though sometimes caused some trouble, he actually found striking. She was no Lana, she was better then that, not only was she smart, but she was beautiful, and had a wonderful sense of humor.
Clark turned back to the entrance, only to see Lex come swaggering in as he usually did. If you were to look u confident in a dictionary, a picture of Lex would be the only description needed Clark thought humorously to himself. Suavely, Lex took notice of Clark and leisurely made his way to the booth Clark was at.
"So, Clark, what did you need to see me about?" Lex asked pleasantly. Clark smiled, "I just thought you should know, I'm giving up my pursuit of Lana." Lex sat stunned for a second, "So..." he spluttered for a second, completely caught off guard, "What made you change your mind?" Lex asked suspiciously. Lex watched as Clark's gaze settled on Chloe.
Lex couldn't help but smile, "Ah, I thought so. Don't waste anytime Clark, tell her soon, and make it romantic." Clark abruptly looked crestfallen, "I'm worried that she'll reject me because of the Spring Formal, when I left for Lana...' Lex leaned back for a second, "Okay, this is what you do...you write or recite poetry, beg on your knees and shower her with gifts and praise." Clark sat baffled for a minute, "I thought you said you never beg?" Lex smiled secretively, "For Chloe, a girl, sometimes, sure, but say a business partner, never." Clark gazed incredulously at Lex for a second, then spoke, "Are you sure?" Lex nodded, "I'm positive! In fact, if I have to, I'll supply the gifts and poems!" Clark smiled, "Thanks Lex." "Lex nodded, "Really, It's no problem!" Lex Glanced at his watch and with a sigh stood up, "I have a meeting in five minutes, but come over to the mansion later." Clark nodded and watched as Lex left.
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Lex walked silently to his silver Porch wondering if anything was going to happen after all. Maybe it was JUST a feeling he hoped inwardly to himself, but it's not likely a stronger voice teased. Maybe you're going to die, and this time Clark's not going to be there to save your sorry ass.
Just as he was pushing the key into the lock someone cleared their throat behind him. Irritated, he stood for a second half slouching half standing strait before he turned to see a man holding a crowbar. For the second time that day he was caught off guard. This is bad was his last coherent thought before the crowbar slammed into the side of his head.
A.N.: Muwahahaha! A Cliffhanger! You have to review before I post again! Okay! What do you think? Should I continue or give up while I'm ahead? No flames those just make me want to write more to piss everybody off! Just make it good advice and I'll TRY to improve!
