Poltergeist by Electric Spyro
a.n. new chapter! i've been veerrrry busy. the next chapter might not come for a while...we'll see what happens...
uh oh..i'm seeing some clana in this chappy! :o)
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Clark sat silently on his bed in the quiet old mansion. His head leaned against the back of the bed with his long legs crossed and his folded arms resting on his strong chest. He let out a deep sigh.
He must be cursed. There was no other excuse. He tried to make a move on Lana twice and failed both times. He supposed the only way he'd get Lana is if he jumped in front of her, confessed his love, and attacked her lips with his before she could even take another breath.
"I wish it were that easy," Clark thought aloud as he began to close his eyes.
"You wish what was easy?"
Clark shot up and looked towards the door. Lana was standing in front of it with a bright smile.
"N-nothing I just...was thinking to myself," Clark explained. "Uh..come in. Sit down."
He moved his massive legs so Lana could sit delicately on the edge of the bed.
"What's up?" he wondered flashing a short nervous smile.
"I dunno. I just got bored downstairs watching Pete knock on the walls trying to find a secret passage," Lana admited laughing a little.
Clark smiled charmingly. He suddenly lost eye contact with her. This making moment stuff was not going as planned.
"Lana, I wanna apologize..."
"Clark, I already told you on the bus that it wasn't your fault. I chose to skip," Lana assured convincingly.
"No, not about that," Clark said but quickly added, "Not exactly..."
"Clark," Lana broke in moving her head closer to his to gain Clark's attention. "If it isn't about that, then what are you sorry for?"
Clark swallowed and forced his gaze on her.
"I'm sorry about how I've been acting on this trip," he began with slight guilt.
"Why?" Lana wondered as she frowned bewilderedly.
"Because I...I just thought that...if I tried to make a move with you instead of waiting for one that we could...be closer," Clark explained feeling that the more he talked, the more stupid he sounded. "Anyways, I just - I'm sorry I was acting weird. All it did was get us in a load of trouble."
There was a pregnant pause.
"I don't understand, Clark," Lana said slowly trying to process what Clark had just said. "You mean you wanted to carry in my stuff and take me with you when you skipped the museum tour so you could be closer to me?"
'Boy, that sounds really pitiful when she says it like that,' Clark told himself depressingly.
"Yeah. Pretty dumb, huh?"
Lana remained silent for a second.
"No, Clark, it wasn't...dumb...really," Lana exclaimed still numb over what Clark was telling her. "It was actually a little nice for a change."
"Nice?" Clark repeated wondering what made her use that word. He was expecting 'odd' or 'weird'. Not...'nice'.
"Yeah. And kind of cute, too," Lana announced smiling at Clark whose eyes widened a little when he mentioned 'cute'.
"I..um.." Clark tried to think of something to say.
"Most guys would just go right out with it but you...you're diffrent," Lana explained calmly.
"Uh...how so?" he asked sharply hoping his voice wouldn't squeak or he wouldn't pass out from his extreme state of nervousness.
"It's hard to explain," Lana admited leaning away from Clark and shrugging as she added, "You just...are."
The only thing Clark could think of was, "Oh."
Lana giggled and then stood completely up.
"I'm gonna go check on Pete and make sure he hasn't gotten himself taught in a moving wall or something," she joked with a huge smile.
"Right," he agreed. He told himself to smile at her, but somehow all his senses seemed to be caught up in his thoughts. "Uh...see you around."
"Bye."
After a Lana left, Clark glanced out the window with a blank expression and began to rethink what she'd just told him. Did she know he liked her more then a friend? And what was the whole business about him being diffrent? He knew in reality he was diffrent - very diffrent - but Lana didn't know that. So what did she mean by it?
'This is getting too crazy. I'm going crazy over Lana! I have to tell her whether she already knows or not!'
Clark hastily stuffed his hand into the duffle bag next to his bed and pulled out a pad of paper and pen. He flipped it open to the first clean sheet and then thought about what he wanted to say...
*~*~*
Lex relaxed on the brand new leather sofa that had just been shipped over from the very heart of Paris, France. He let his head fall over the top of the couch and his eyelids sank slowly over his eyes. In his right hand was a specially made drink only Lex knew how to create to perfection. A crankling fire was dancing in front of him filling the room with complete warmth.
"Master Luthor, sir - may I come in?"
Lex lifted his head weakly and looked over at the doorway to see Deveril - one of his many butlers.
"Of course you can, Deveril," Lex answered sitting up. "To what do I owe this sudden visit?"
"Just doing my daily cleaning routine, Master Luthor," Julio exlpained with a twang of British accent glazing his voice.
"Deveril, how many times much I urge you to call me Lex?" he asked nicely.
"I'm sorry, Master - Lex," Deveril stated as he pulled in a small cart loading with various cleaning supplies.
Lex smiled to himself and then fell back on to his newly aquainted furniture.
"Lex, sir? You have a new message on your e-mail. Would you like me to read it to you?" Deveril asked as he hovered over his boss's lap top which had been lieing open on his desk.
"Who's it from?"
"Some..uh...center_of_weirdness007."
Lex stood and approached the computer from which Deveril obediently backed away from.
Lex opened the e-mail and scrolled down to read the mysterious message. It read:
dear lex,
you MUST come to eerie, indiana asap. u probably have no idea who we are, just trust us. it's VERY important.
- two concerned citizens
p.s. we kno about your dad and the kids that went missing ten years ago
Lex swallow uneasily.
"Is everything alright, Lex sir?" Deveril wondered trying to break the silence.
"Get a copter ready," Lex commanded flatly.
"A helicopter? Whatever for?"
Lex looked back at Deveril seriously to show to him that he meant business. "I need to get to Eerie, Indiana as soon as possible."
*~*~*
a.n. lex is gettin in this at last! lol.
once again, there is another useless fact: Lex's butler Deveril shares his name with the butler of Sir Carmicheal Clarke - a character in the Agatha Christie book The A.B.C. Murders, which i am reading for school. :o)
okiedokie. please review! i love reviews! get ur friends to review! and tell their friends to review! review review review! lol. ok that was a little greedy but o well. :oP
a.n. new chapter! i've been veerrrry busy. the next chapter might not come for a while...we'll see what happens...
uh oh..i'm seeing some clana in this chappy! :o)
*~*~*
Clark sat silently on his bed in the quiet old mansion. His head leaned against the back of the bed with his long legs crossed and his folded arms resting on his strong chest. He let out a deep sigh.
He must be cursed. There was no other excuse. He tried to make a move on Lana twice and failed both times. He supposed the only way he'd get Lana is if he jumped in front of her, confessed his love, and attacked her lips with his before she could even take another breath.
"I wish it were that easy," Clark thought aloud as he began to close his eyes.
"You wish what was easy?"
Clark shot up and looked towards the door. Lana was standing in front of it with a bright smile.
"N-nothing I just...was thinking to myself," Clark explained. "Uh..come in. Sit down."
He moved his massive legs so Lana could sit delicately on the edge of the bed.
"What's up?" he wondered flashing a short nervous smile.
"I dunno. I just got bored downstairs watching Pete knock on the walls trying to find a secret passage," Lana admited laughing a little.
Clark smiled charmingly. He suddenly lost eye contact with her. This making moment stuff was not going as planned.
"Lana, I wanna apologize..."
"Clark, I already told you on the bus that it wasn't your fault. I chose to skip," Lana assured convincingly.
"No, not about that," Clark said but quickly added, "Not exactly..."
"Clark," Lana broke in moving her head closer to his to gain Clark's attention. "If it isn't about that, then what are you sorry for?"
Clark swallowed and forced his gaze on her.
"I'm sorry about how I've been acting on this trip," he began with slight guilt.
"Why?" Lana wondered as she frowned bewilderedly.
"Because I...I just thought that...if I tried to make a move with you instead of waiting for one that we could...be closer," Clark explained feeling that the more he talked, the more stupid he sounded. "Anyways, I just - I'm sorry I was acting weird. All it did was get us in a load of trouble."
There was a pregnant pause.
"I don't understand, Clark," Lana said slowly trying to process what Clark had just said. "You mean you wanted to carry in my stuff and take me with you when you skipped the museum tour so you could be closer to me?"
'Boy, that sounds really pitiful when she says it like that,' Clark told himself depressingly.
"Yeah. Pretty dumb, huh?"
Lana remained silent for a second.
"No, Clark, it wasn't...dumb...really," Lana exclaimed still numb over what Clark was telling her. "It was actually a little nice for a change."
"Nice?" Clark repeated wondering what made her use that word. He was expecting 'odd' or 'weird'. Not...'nice'.
"Yeah. And kind of cute, too," Lana announced smiling at Clark whose eyes widened a little when he mentioned 'cute'.
"I..um.." Clark tried to think of something to say.
"Most guys would just go right out with it but you...you're diffrent," Lana explained calmly.
"Uh...how so?" he asked sharply hoping his voice wouldn't squeak or he wouldn't pass out from his extreme state of nervousness.
"It's hard to explain," Lana admited leaning away from Clark and shrugging as she added, "You just...are."
The only thing Clark could think of was, "Oh."
Lana giggled and then stood completely up.
"I'm gonna go check on Pete and make sure he hasn't gotten himself taught in a moving wall or something," she joked with a huge smile.
"Right," he agreed. He told himself to smile at her, but somehow all his senses seemed to be caught up in his thoughts. "Uh...see you around."
"Bye."
After a Lana left, Clark glanced out the window with a blank expression and began to rethink what she'd just told him. Did she know he liked her more then a friend? And what was the whole business about him being diffrent? He knew in reality he was diffrent - very diffrent - but Lana didn't know that. So what did she mean by it?
'This is getting too crazy. I'm going crazy over Lana! I have to tell her whether she already knows or not!'
Clark hastily stuffed his hand into the duffle bag next to his bed and pulled out a pad of paper and pen. He flipped it open to the first clean sheet and then thought about what he wanted to say...
*~*~*
Lex relaxed on the brand new leather sofa that had just been shipped over from the very heart of Paris, France. He let his head fall over the top of the couch and his eyelids sank slowly over his eyes. In his right hand was a specially made drink only Lex knew how to create to perfection. A crankling fire was dancing in front of him filling the room with complete warmth.
"Master Luthor, sir - may I come in?"
Lex lifted his head weakly and looked over at the doorway to see Deveril - one of his many butlers.
"Of course you can, Deveril," Lex answered sitting up. "To what do I owe this sudden visit?"
"Just doing my daily cleaning routine, Master Luthor," Julio exlpained with a twang of British accent glazing his voice.
"Deveril, how many times much I urge you to call me Lex?" he asked nicely.
"I'm sorry, Master - Lex," Deveril stated as he pulled in a small cart loading with various cleaning supplies.
Lex smiled to himself and then fell back on to his newly aquainted furniture.
"Lex, sir? You have a new message on your e-mail. Would you like me to read it to you?" Deveril asked as he hovered over his boss's lap top which had been lieing open on his desk.
"Who's it from?"
"Some..uh...center_of_weirdness007."
Lex stood and approached the computer from which Deveril obediently backed away from.
Lex opened the e-mail and scrolled down to read the mysterious message. It read:
dear lex,
you MUST come to eerie, indiana asap. u probably have no idea who we are, just trust us. it's VERY important.
- two concerned citizens
p.s. we kno about your dad and the kids that went missing ten years ago
Lex swallow uneasily.
"Is everything alright, Lex sir?" Deveril wondered trying to break the silence.
"Get a copter ready," Lex commanded flatly.
"A helicopter? Whatever for?"
Lex looked back at Deveril seriously to show to him that he meant business. "I need to get to Eerie, Indiana as soon as possible."
*~*~*
a.n. lex is gettin in this at last! lol.
once again, there is another useless fact: Lex's butler Deveril shares his name with the butler of Sir Carmicheal Clarke - a character in the Agatha Christie book The A.B.C. Murders, which i am reading for school. :o)
okiedokie. please review! i love reviews! get ur friends to review! and tell their friends to review! review review review! lol. ok that was a little greedy but o well. :oP