Chapter 3 - The new teacher
Max looked back at Clark in wondering. He looked normal enough, but then again, he didn't exactly expect to see people with antenna walking around.
"What brings you to our little town," Clark asked, almost sarcastically.
Max hesitated slightly, he really hadn't thought through his answers yet. Seeing his discomfort, Clark carried on.
"Cause you don't seem like you know where you're going. Is there anyway I could help?"
Max looked at the teen. They were about the same age and both had similar features. Hair, eyes, jaw line. The only difference was Max's newly grown stubble. Something mad him seem trust worthy, whether it was the honesty in his eyes or the fact that he was wearing flannel. He was harmless.
"We'll, I know it seems weird to ask. but I don't really have a place to stay." he trailed off.
"Say no more. My mom is always looking for someone to take care of. You'd be welcome to stay with me," Clark stepped in.
* * * *
Liz was frantic, Isabel was in tears and Maria was furious. Michael couldn't believe the amount of fuss Max had caused. He had been so selfish. Suddenly he was filled with sadness, realising that Alex would have been great in a situation like this.
"Listen, we'll find him okay," Michael attempted, but he was never a very reassuring person. Maria stalked over and hugged him tightly.
"I'm just so scared. First Alex and now Max. I am going to kill him for this. How could he. We have to follow him."
Michael had only come in half way through this fiasco. Max had left a note on his bed and Isabel had found it. It had informed them of one thing only. That he had gone to find an alien. He didn't even say goodbye. Tess hadn't said a word since.
"I don't think we should all go," he told them.
"I'm not staying behind." Said Liz firmly.
"Me neither," Isabel spoke up.
"I'll take one," he told them, "One of you can come. The rest should stay here in case he comes back, or in case something else happens. I mean what if this is just a decoy. Maybe he didn't even write that note," he pointed out.
"I should go with you. I'd be more useful if he's in trouble," Isabel said.
"No, I am not being treated like a defenceless little girl here. If Max is in trouble I want to help," Liz protested.
"No. You'd be better of here," Michael stated plainly.
"Who died and made you king," she shouted. Then she realised what she'd said and complained no more. "I just meant."
"It's alright Liz," Maria told her. "But I'd like it if you stayed."
Liz started to argue but then consoled to the look on her friends face.
"Alright," she sighed.
"Well, we'd better get packed then," Michael directed at Isabel.
Tess stood up, shocking the room that had almost forgotten she was there.
"Don't you kind of need to know were you're going first?" She pointed out, to their dismay.
* * * *
* Clark smiled at his mother; she was preparing dinner for the four of them, working busily away.
"Thanks again Clark," Max offered.
"No problem, anytime," he said dismissively.
Jonathon sat down at the table heavily. It was obvious he had had a rough days work.
"Dad, I'd like you to meet Max Evans. He's new in town, and he's going to be staying here for a while," Clark told his Dad.
He seemed shocked when he actually stopped to notice the stranger at his kitchen table. He gave him a once over and then smiled.
"Jonathon Kent," he said, extending his hand.
Max found it weird that Mr Kent found him acceptable. Most people thought he was odd, an outcast, so they avoided him.
"So, where are you from?" Mr Kent asked as Martha placed a plate of fries in front of them.
"Roswell, New Mexico," He told them.
The table fell still at the mention of the town.
"Isn't that like alien central," Clark said, trying to clear the air. He laughed slightly.
"Yeah." Max offered uneasily. "I heard this place has had it's own run-ins with outer space?"
Yet again the room fell silent. Martha stood rooted to the spot, which was an uncomfortable leaning position as she had tried to place the peas down.
"The meteor shower. right," Jonathon broke the silence.
"We'll it's not like any of us has seen an alien, so I guess every town has it's rumours," Martha tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a cough. No one looked at each other for the rest of the meal.
Max looked back at Clark in wondering. He looked normal enough, but then again, he didn't exactly expect to see people with antenna walking around.
"What brings you to our little town," Clark asked, almost sarcastically.
Max hesitated slightly, he really hadn't thought through his answers yet. Seeing his discomfort, Clark carried on.
"Cause you don't seem like you know where you're going. Is there anyway I could help?"
Max looked at the teen. They were about the same age and both had similar features. Hair, eyes, jaw line. The only difference was Max's newly grown stubble. Something mad him seem trust worthy, whether it was the honesty in his eyes or the fact that he was wearing flannel. He was harmless.
"We'll, I know it seems weird to ask. but I don't really have a place to stay." he trailed off.
"Say no more. My mom is always looking for someone to take care of. You'd be welcome to stay with me," Clark stepped in.
* * * *
Liz was frantic, Isabel was in tears and Maria was furious. Michael couldn't believe the amount of fuss Max had caused. He had been so selfish. Suddenly he was filled with sadness, realising that Alex would have been great in a situation like this.
"Listen, we'll find him okay," Michael attempted, but he was never a very reassuring person. Maria stalked over and hugged him tightly.
"I'm just so scared. First Alex and now Max. I am going to kill him for this. How could he. We have to follow him."
Michael had only come in half way through this fiasco. Max had left a note on his bed and Isabel had found it. It had informed them of one thing only. That he had gone to find an alien. He didn't even say goodbye. Tess hadn't said a word since.
"I don't think we should all go," he told them.
"I'm not staying behind." Said Liz firmly.
"Me neither," Isabel spoke up.
"I'll take one," he told them, "One of you can come. The rest should stay here in case he comes back, or in case something else happens. I mean what if this is just a decoy. Maybe he didn't even write that note," he pointed out.
"I should go with you. I'd be more useful if he's in trouble," Isabel said.
"No, I am not being treated like a defenceless little girl here. If Max is in trouble I want to help," Liz protested.
"No. You'd be better of here," Michael stated plainly.
"Who died and made you king," she shouted. Then she realised what she'd said and complained no more. "I just meant."
"It's alright Liz," Maria told her. "But I'd like it if you stayed."
Liz started to argue but then consoled to the look on her friends face.
"Alright," she sighed.
"Well, we'd better get packed then," Michael directed at Isabel.
Tess stood up, shocking the room that had almost forgotten she was there.
"Don't you kind of need to know were you're going first?" She pointed out, to their dismay.
* * * *
* Clark smiled at his mother; she was preparing dinner for the four of them, working busily away.
"Thanks again Clark," Max offered.
"No problem, anytime," he said dismissively.
Jonathon sat down at the table heavily. It was obvious he had had a rough days work.
"Dad, I'd like you to meet Max Evans. He's new in town, and he's going to be staying here for a while," Clark told his Dad.
He seemed shocked when he actually stopped to notice the stranger at his kitchen table. He gave him a once over and then smiled.
"Jonathon Kent," he said, extending his hand.
Max found it weird that Mr Kent found him acceptable. Most people thought he was odd, an outcast, so they avoided him.
"So, where are you from?" Mr Kent asked as Martha placed a plate of fries in front of them.
"Roswell, New Mexico," He told them.
The table fell still at the mention of the town.
"Isn't that like alien central," Clark said, trying to clear the air. He laughed slightly.
"Yeah." Max offered uneasily. "I heard this place has had it's own run-ins with outer space?"
Yet again the room fell silent. Martha stood rooted to the spot, which was an uncomfortable leaning position as she had tried to place the peas down.
"The meteor shower. right," Jonathon broke the silence.
"We'll it's not like any of us has seen an alien, so I guess every town has it's rumours," Martha tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a cough. No one looked at each other for the rest of the meal.