Rory's 7 am wake-up call came way too early the next morning, but
after grumbling and growling, she showered, dressed and came down stairs.
Clark couldn't help but stare a little when he saw Rory come down wearing a
pair of overalls and a red T-shirt. A not-so-subtle nudge from his dad
brought Clark back to reality.
"Good-morning Rory." Martha greeted. "Breakfast?" she asked setting a cup of coffee in Rory's spot.
"Sure. You don't happen to have any muffins left from yesterday do you?" she asked and then notice the nervous glances from Clark and Jonathan.
"Actually, I do. I hid them for you before the boys came down." She replied laughing at the relief on the male population's faces.
"Thanks." She said as she bit into one of them.
After everyone had finished their breakfast Clark and Rory were sent outside where they met enough barn red paint to paint an entire city. "Well lets get started." Rory said grabbing paint and a roller. Because they didn't have to prime the walls first they were more than half way finished by noon. Clark painted the top half and Rory worked on the bottom half, and while Rory finished one side he was able to use his speed to finish the other sides. Rory was working to hard to even notice that he was working more than twice as fast as she was. She was just glad to hear that they only had one more wall left to paint. So after lunch the two headed back out.
"I'll be right back, I left my brush and roller on the other side." Clark said as Rory began painting.
"Ok." She replied. However she didn't hear him come up behind her, and when he said he was back she was so surprise that she spun around and smeared red paint across the front of his shirt. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed and brought her hands up to cover her mouth, but forgot about the paint roller still in her hand and smeared another streak of red across him. By this point all she could do was laugh.
"Oh, you think it's funny?" he joked and painted a matching line down the front of her.
Rory stopped laughing and just stared. "Now this is war." She said as she took her brush and slapped a brush full of paint on his cheek. Within minutes a full out war had started. The two were laughing and chasing each other and flipping paint everywhere. It wasn't until Rory ran into Jonathan that they noticed Clark's parents standing and watching. The two paint covered teens stopped dead and Clark began to stutter, "Mom, Dad, i. we were. I uh."
"We see what you were doing." Martha said who was trying to look angry.
"You have two hours to finish. So I suggest you get back to work." Jonathan said trying equally as hard to cover the amusement written all over his face. The two set back to work and tried hard not to laugh. Eventually they finished and after they had both cleaned up the mess they'd made, they went inside and cleaned up themselves. What they didn't see was the figure standing in the trees watching and planning.
"Tonight's the night, the night when you will pay for what you did." It said and then turned and walked away.
"Good-morning Rory." Martha greeted. "Breakfast?" she asked setting a cup of coffee in Rory's spot.
"Sure. You don't happen to have any muffins left from yesterday do you?" she asked and then notice the nervous glances from Clark and Jonathan.
"Actually, I do. I hid them for you before the boys came down." She replied laughing at the relief on the male population's faces.
"Thanks." She said as she bit into one of them.
After everyone had finished their breakfast Clark and Rory were sent outside where they met enough barn red paint to paint an entire city. "Well lets get started." Rory said grabbing paint and a roller. Because they didn't have to prime the walls first they were more than half way finished by noon. Clark painted the top half and Rory worked on the bottom half, and while Rory finished one side he was able to use his speed to finish the other sides. Rory was working to hard to even notice that he was working more than twice as fast as she was. She was just glad to hear that they only had one more wall left to paint. So after lunch the two headed back out.
"I'll be right back, I left my brush and roller on the other side." Clark said as Rory began painting.
"Ok." She replied. However she didn't hear him come up behind her, and when he said he was back she was so surprise that she spun around and smeared red paint across the front of his shirt. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed and brought her hands up to cover her mouth, but forgot about the paint roller still in her hand and smeared another streak of red across him. By this point all she could do was laugh.
"Oh, you think it's funny?" he joked and painted a matching line down the front of her.
Rory stopped laughing and just stared. "Now this is war." She said as she took her brush and slapped a brush full of paint on his cheek. Within minutes a full out war had started. The two were laughing and chasing each other and flipping paint everywhere. It wasn't until Rory ran into Jonathan that they noticed Clark's parents standing and watching. The two paint covered teens stopped dead and Clark began to stutter, "Mom, Dad, i. we were. I uh."
"We see what you were doing." Martha said who was trying to look angry.
"You have two hours to finish. So I suggest you get back to work." Jonathan said trying equally as hard to cover the amusement written all over his face. The two set back to work and tried hard not to laugh. Eventually they finished and after they had both cleaned up the mess they'd made, they went inside and cleaned up themselves. What they didn't see was the figure standing in the trees watching and planning.
"Tonight's the night, the night when you will pay for what you did." It said and then turned and walked away.
