Poltergeist by Electric Spyro
a.n. guess who's back back back. back again gain gain. spyro's back back back. tell a friend friend friend. lol. i was listenin to eminem before i posted this. can u tell?
okiedokie. all u clana shippers will like this chapter! *winks*
enjoy!
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"Chloe!" Lana exclaimed with immense surprise as she quickly closed the book she'd been reading in her bed.
"Hey, Lana," Chloe retorted bluntly.
"Is everything okay?" Lana asked worriedly noticing the disturbed tone in her friend's voice.
Chloe hastily slipped off her coat and threw it onto the bed above Lana.
"Other then the fact that Pete, Clark, and you decided to ditch me at the museum?" Chloe replied firmly throwing a solid stare at her friend.
Lana swallowed, a little taken back.
"Chloe, I - "
"You can save the apology. I would've just been a bore to you all anyway. Besides, some one had to stay behind and look out for you guys right?"
"Chloe, that's not what I was going to - "
"Then what did you want to tell me? I mean, right when I walked through the door downstairs Pete rushed right up to me and wanted to know if he could use my notes because you, Clark, and him were too lazy to stay and take them yourselves," Chloe spat angrily putting her hands on her hips. "Not even a 'Hey, Chloe.' or 'Listen, I'm really sorry about what happened.' And would you believe that I actually covered for you so you wouldn't get in anymore trouble?"
"First of all, I didn't need the notes because I don't have that art class. Second of all, you are way over-reacting. I had no idea Clark and Pete discarded you. If I knew that I would've stayed behind," Lana agrued standing up in her fiery and plopping her book on the table beside her.
"I seriously doubt that, Lana," Chloe answered sharply.
Lana had the sudden urge to slap Chloe, but decided it would do nothing but add on to her detention.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
Chloe sighed loudly and turned to Lana brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes.
"Because Clark wouldn't be there."
Lana's eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to say I only left because of Clark?"
"If you haven't noticed the obvious signs he's clumsy sending you, let me fill you in," Chloe said pausing before she continued, "Clark is crushing on you."
Lana was speechless. Of course she noticed Clark's shy attempts at getting her attention. But she no idea anyone else had.
"You think I'm lieing? Lana, the guy's heart beat practically triples when he sees you."
"He's just a friend," Lana explained for what she felt was about the millionth time. Only this time she wasn't so sure what she said was true.
"For now he is. He wants to be more, Lana. He wants to be closer to you." As Chloe said this, everything that Clark had told Lana earlier in his room began flooding back. "That's why he asked you to skip with him."
Lana remained silent just staring at Chloe unbelievably.
"I'm going to go work on my art assignment in private. Tell Pete and Clark that if they need notes they can ask Lance," Chloe informed as she picked up her book bag and stormed out of the room leaving Lana to contemplate things.
*~*~*
Later that night, Pete, Clark, Lance, and Lana were crowded around a small wooden table in the back corner of the lounge with their art books and Lance's notes spread untidily across the surface.
"Whoa, this Picasso dude definitely needs some help with his painting skills," Pete critcized flipping through the book in front of him. "I can't even tell what this is. Looks like a pig...or maybe a mailbox with eyeballs..."
"This is definitely going to take a while," Lance stated dully as he scratched his chin in frustration.
"Yeah, especially without Chloe's notes," Pete added turning the pages in his art book reluctantly.
"Pete, you have to admit - you kind of played her," Lance said honestly.
Pete continued staring down at his book. "Oh come on, she's probably just stressed out. That art crap must've overloaded her brain or something."
"I don't think so, Pete. She practically screamed at me upstairs in our room. She's really upset," Lana informed seriously.
"Can you blame her?" Lance asked sturnly. "If I were you, I'd go up there and at least make an effort to apologize to her."
"What're you? Like her official spokesperson or something? What does this have to do with you?" Pete snapped hotly.
"Calm down, Pete. He's only trying to help," Clark spoke up frowning at Pete's strange behavior.
Pete looked at all his bewildered friends and then sighed as if to let go of all the rage that he'd just built up. "Sorry. I'm sorry...it's that stupid thing in the woods. Ever since the attack happened I've just been so wound-up."
"You mean that laughing-choker-ghost Chloe told me about?" Lance wondered curiously.
"Yeah, probably."
"I think she was trying to do some research on that downtown with these two kids. I walked in on their 'meeting' when the bus came to pick us up."
"Really? What did she find out?" Clark asked for everyone else.
"I don't know. She didn't really share it with me. I did hear her say something about Lex Luthor...and Howard Ford it think was his name..." Lance explained desperately trying to remember what happened earlier that day.
"Lex? He's involved in this?" Pete practically shouted causing a few people to turn their heads.
"Yeah, Pete, he bought this mansion," Clark lied aloud so the bystanders would go back to what they were doing. He then turned to Pete. "Keep it down, Pete. Not everyone knows about this."
"Yeah, well, if Chloe has some information about that forest attacker I'm not gonna let this stupid arguement get in my way of finding out too," Pete exclaimed rising from his seat and quickly leaving the lounge.
*~*~*
As Lex flew safely over the many acres of farmland, he was reminded of the day of the meteor shower when his father, Lionel Luthor, had dragged him up in a helicopter destined for Smallville. That's back when he hated flying and heights. But after the shower Lex's childhood fear had disappeared (along with his hair. hehe.).
Deveril guided the copter through the hazy fog and and clouds.
"You sure you can see through all this?" Lex wondered turning to Deveril hopefully. He supposed his fear of flying wasn't totally exiled.
"No worries, Lex sir. We'll be arriving in Eerie soon," Deveril answered smiling at his master's pointless worrying.
Lex slowly turned back to face the window. He could spot a few miniature- looking buildings through the patches of thick clouds. This e-mail better have been truthful. But how many people actually knew about his father's stay in Eerie? Not many. Whoever had sent that e-mail definitely had to have a good excuse for it.
Lex began to feel slightly dizzy and leaned against the wall of the helicopter closing his eyes. There was nothing he could do now but wait. Only time would tell.
*~*~*
"Yes! I'm done!" Lance exclaimed happily as he quickly stood and stacked all his many books.
"That's great, Lance," Clark congratulated dryly.
"What? You need help finishing up yours?" Lance wondered as he picked up his supplies which were heavier then he thought and were quickly plopped back down.
"No, I need help starting it," Clark corrected dropping his pen and rubbing his tired eyes with his palms.
"We've been sitting her for two hours and you're trying to tell me you haven't even started your paper?"
Clark sighed. "Yep."
"Well, I guessed I could - "
"That's okay, Lance. I promised Clark I'd help. You worked too much already."
Clark looked up and saw that the voice was Lana's.
"Uh, ok then. Here's my notes in case you need them," Lance offered nicely handing his carefully written notes to Clark who took them with a short thank you. "I'll go spy - I mean look in - on Chloe and Pete. Make sure they haven't killed each other yet."
Lana and Clark both laughed as Lance made a second attempt at lifting his many books, this time being successful, and waddled out of the lounge.
It was now nine o clock. Everyone else had left the lounge to hang out with their friends and get ready for bed.
Lana and Clark were alone.
As soon as Clark realized this he quickly spoke.
"Um, Lana you don't have to - "
"No, Clark, I told you I would," Lana confirmed before he could even finish. She shifted her chair more closer to Clark's and pulled his book towards herself.
'This should be very entertaining,' Lana told herself happily. This time she had the advantage of knowing Clark's crush on her. She could tell by the look on his face that he knew she did too.
"Ok, so have you picked out which artist you want to write about?" Lana asked simply.
"I - I guess Picasso," Clark replied trying not to sound too dumb.
"Ok, now think of what you want to say about him. What made you pick Pablo Picasso as the topic for your essay?" Lana explained looking at Clark for an answer.
"Um..," Clark eagerly snatched the book and flipped through it. "Well, he...uh...he has a...unique style..."
He glanced over at Lana whose look told him to continue.
"Um..." He was completely blank. Lana's stare was overpowering.
"Well, what makes him unique?" Lana asked helpfully.
"He...he didn't draw things the way they looked...he...uh...he made them look alot...diffrent..."
Lana laughed.
"Ok, that's part of it. But what do his paintings make you think of? How do they make you feel?"
Clark looked at the picture of Picasso's artwork in his book.
"They look scary."
Lana's laughter filled the room making Clark smile a little and redden the tone of his cheeks.
"Well, before you write about the artist, you have to understand them. You have to understand the emotion that they bring to their canvas. Almost to the point where you lose yourself in the colors and get carried away in the painter's world."
There was a short pause.
"That was beautiful," Clark admited not looking away from Lana even once. "Can I use that? All that lost-in-the painter's-world stuff for my paper?"
"Yeah, sure. Anything to help," Lana insisted smiling at Clark as he quickly scribbled down his version of what Lana had just said on his paper.
"Listen, Clark, I...uh...I wanted to talk to you about something other then this essay..." Lana began slowly.
"Ok," Clark retorted setting his pen in the middle of his opened book and looking over at Lana. "What did you want to talk about?"
"About what you were telling me in your room earlier. How you wanted to get closer to me."
Clark was suddenly thrusted into a state of uncomfort. "Wh-what about it?"
"I was thinking more about it and...you're a really great guy. You're always there for me and you get this really cute look when you're nervous or worried about something...," Lana said capturing Clark's eyes in hers. "Like you are right now."
"You...uh..." Clark's head felt like it was spinning. This couldn't be real. Lana wasn't really saying this.
"Clark, when I said you were diffrent, I meant that you act so much more mature then the other guys I've met. You try to avoid going with the in- crowd and you do what you think is right. Your friends are more important then your needs," Lana informed noticing Clark's face blushing with each word. "Alot of girls dig that."
"Boy, I wish that were true," Clark replied finally letting go of Lana's eye contact.
"But it is!" Lana insisted.
"If I were everything you just said, girls would be crawling all over me," he explained laughing along with Lana.
"That's the whole mystery with you Clark. You're so closed off and shy that they all take you for granted."
Clark once again caught Lana's eyes. Her stunning, beautiful eyes.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and gave Clark a short sweet kiss on his cheek. Her touch sent a warm tingle through-out his body.
"Don't ever change, okay?" Lana whispered softly.
"O-okay," Clark answered knodding his head slightly as he spoke.
Lana giggled at Clark's dazed expression.
'Clark really does have a crush on me,' Lana thought unbelievably.'Well, if he's to scared to make a move on me now, I'll just have to help him out.'
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a.n. *sighs* sweet clana goodness...isn't it great? lol. please review! i'll try to update asap! :o)
a.n. guess who's back back back. back again gain gain. spyro's back back back. tell a friend friend friend. lol. i was listenin to eminem before i posted this. can u tell?
okiedokie. all u clana shippers will like this chapter! *winks*
enjoy!
*~*~*
"Chloe!" Lana exclaimed with immense surprise as she quickly closed the book she'd been reading in her bed.
"Hey, Lana," Chloe retorted bluntly.
"Is everything okay?" Lana asked worriedly noticing the disturbed tone in her friend's voice.
Chloe hastily slipped off her coat and threw it onto the bed above Lana.
"Other then the fact that Pete, Clark, and you decided to ditch me at the museum?" Chloe replied firmly throwing a solid stare at her friend.
Lana swallowed, a little taken back.
"Chloe, I - "
"You can save the apology. I would've just been a bore to you all anyway. Besides, some one had to stay behind and look out for you guys right?"
"Chloe, that's not what I was going to - "
"Then what did you want to tell me? I mean, right when I walked through the door downstairs Pete rushed right up to me and wanted to know if he could use my notes because you, Clark, and him were too lazy to stay and take them yourselves," Chloe spat angrily putting her hands on her hips. "Not even a 'Hey, Chloe.' or 'Listen, I'm really sorry about what happened.' And would you believe that I actually covered for you so you wouldn't get in anymore trouble?"
"First of all, I didn't need the notes because I don't have that art class. Second of all, you are way over-reacting. I had no idea Clark and Pete discarded you. If I knew that I would've stayed behind," Lana agrued standing up in her fiery and plopping her book on the table beside her.
"I seriously doubt that, Lana," Chloe answered sharply.
Lana had the sudden urge to slap Chloe, but decided it would do nothing but add on to her detention.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
Chloe sighed loudly and turned to Lana brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes.
"Because Clark wouldn't be there."
Lana's eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to say I only left because of Clark?"
"If you haven't noticed the obvious signs he's clumsy sending you, let me fill you in," Chloe said pausing before she continued, "Clark is crushing on you."
Lana was speechless. Of course she noticed Clark's shy attempts at getting her attention. But she no idea anyone else had.
"You think I'm lieing? Lana, the guy's heart beat practically triples when he sees you."
"He's just a friend," Lana explained for what she felt was about the millionth time. Only this time she wasn't so sure what she said was true.
"For now he is. He wants to be more, Lana. He wants to be closer to you." As Chloe said this, everything that Clark had told Lana earlier in his room began flooding back. "That's why he asked you to skip with him."
Lana remained silent just staring at Chloe unbelievably.
"I'm going to go work on my art assignment in private. Tell Pete and Clark that if they need notes they can ask Lance," Chloe informed as she picked up her book bag and stormed out of the room leaving Lana to contemplate things.
*~*~*
Later that night, Pete, Clark, Lance, and Lana were crowded around a small wooden table in the back corner of the lounge with their art books and Lance's notes spread untidily across the surface.
"Whoa, this Picasso dude definitely needs some help with his painting skills," Pete critcized flipping through the book in front of him. "I can't even tell what this is. Looks like a pig...or maybe a mailbox with eyeballs..."
"This is definitely going to take a while," Lance stated dully as he scratched his chin in frustration.
"Yeah, especially without Chloe's notes," Pete added turning the pages in his art book reluctantly.
"Pete, you have to admit - you kind of played her," Lance said honestly.
Pete continued staring down at his book. "Oh come on, she's probably just stressed out. That art crap must've overloaded her brain or something."
"I don't think so, Pete. She practically screamed at me upstairs in our room. She's really upset," Lana informed seriously.
"Can you blame her?" Lance asked sturnly. "If I were you, I'd go up there and at least make an effort to apologize to her."
"What're you? Like her official spokesperson or something? What does this have to do with you?" Pete snapped hotly.
"Calm down, Pete. He's only trying to help," Clark spoke up frowning at Pete's strange behavior.
Pete looked at all his bewildered friends and then sighed as if to let go of all the rage that he'd just built up. "Sorry. I'm sorry...it's that stupid thing in the woods. Ever since the attack happened I've just been so wound-up."
"You mean that laughing-choker-ghost Chloe told me about?" Lance wondered curiously.
"Yeah, probably."
"I think she was trying to do some research on that downtown with these two kids. I walked in on their 'meeting' when the bus came to pick us up."
"Really? What did she find out?" Clark asked for everyone else.
"I don't know. She didn't really share it with me. I did hear her say something about Lex Luthor...and Howard Ford it think was his name..." Lance explained desperately trying to remember what happened earlier that day.
"Lex? He's involved in this?" Pete practically shouted causing a few people to turn their heads.
"Yeah, Pete, he bought this mansion," Clark lied aloud so the bystanders would go back to what they were doing. He then turned to Pete. "Keep it down, Pete. Not everyone knows about this."
"Yeah, well, if Chloe has some information about that forest attacker I'm not gonna let this stupid arguement get in my way of finding out too," Pete exclaimed rising from his seat and quickly leaving the lounge.
*~*~*
As Lex flew safely over the many acres of farmland, he was reminded of the day of the meteor shower when his father, Lionel Luthor, had dragged him up in a helicopter destined for Smallville. That's back when he hated flying and heights. But after the shower Lex's childhood fear had disappeared (along with his hair. hehe.).
Deveril guided the copter through the hazy fog and and clouds.
"You sure you can see through all this?" Lex wondered turning to Deveril hopefully. He supposed his fear of flying wasn't totally exiled.
"No worries, Lex sir. We'll be arriving in Eerie soon," Deveril answered smiling at his master's pointless worrying.
Lex slowly turned back to face the window. He could spot a few miniature- looking buildings through the patches of thick clouds. This e-mail better have been truthful. But how many people actually knew about his father's stay in Eerie? Not many. Whoever had sent that e-mail definitely had to have a good excuse for it.
Lex began to feel slightly dizzy and leaned against the wall of the helicopter closing his eyes. There was nothing he could do now but wait. Only time would tell.
*~*~*
"Yes! I'm done!" Lance exclaimed happily as he quickly stood and stacked all his many books.
"That's great, Lance," Clark congratulated dryly.
"What? You need help finishing up yours?" Lance wondered as he picked up his supplies which were heavier then he thought and were quickly plopped back down.
"No, I need help starting it," Clark corrected dropping his pen and rubbing his tired eyes with his palms.
"We've been sitting her for two hours and you're trying to tell me you haven't even started your paper?"
Clark sighed. "Yep."
"Well, I guessed I could - "
"That's okay, Lance. I promised Clark I'd help. You worked too much already."
Clark looked up and saw that the voice was Lana's.
"Uh, ok then. Here's my notes in case you need them," Lance offered nicely handing his carefully written notes to Clark who took them with a short thank you. "I'll go spy - I mean look in - on Chloe and Pete. Make sure they haven't killed each other yet."
Lana and Clark both laughed as Lance made a second attempt at lifting his many books, this time being successful, and waddled out of the lounge.
It was now nine o clock. Everyone else had left the lounge to hang out with their friends and get ready for bed.
Lana and Clark were alone.
As soon as Clark realized this he quickly spoke.
"Um, Lana you don't have to - "
"No, Clark, I told you I would," Lana confirmed before he could even finish. She shifted her chair more closer to Clark's and pulled his book towards herself.
'This should be very entertaining,' Lana told herself happily. This time she had the advantage of knowing Clark's crush on her. She could tell by the look on his face that he knew she did too.
"Ok, so have you picked out which artist you want to write about?" Lana asked simply.
"I - I guess Picasso," Clark replied trying not to sound too dumb.
"Ok, now think of what you want to say about him. What made you pick Pablo Picasso as the topic for your essay?" Lana explained looking at Clark for an answer.
"Um..," Clark eagerly snatched the book and flipped through it. "Well, he...uh...he has a...unique style..."
He glanced over at Lana whose look told him to continue.
"Um..." He was completely blank. Lana's stare was overpowering.
"Well, what makes him unique?" Lana asked helpfully.
"He...he didn't draw things the way they looked...he...uh...he made them look alot...diffrent..."
Lana laughed.
"Ok, that's part of it. But what do his paintings make you think of? How do they make you feel?"
Clark looked at the picture of Picasso's artwork in his book.
"They look scary."
Lana's laughter filled the room making Clark smile a little and redden the tone of his cheeks.
"Well, before you write about the artist, you have to understand them. You have to understand the emotion that they bring to their canvas. Almost to the point where you lose yourself in the colors and get carried away in the painter's world."
There was a short pause.
"That was beautiful," Clark admited not looking away from Lana even once. "Can I use that? All that lost-in-the painter's-world stuff for my paper?"
"Yeah, sure. Anything to help," Lana insisted smiling at Clark as he quickly scribbled down his version of what Lana had just said on his paper.
"Listen, Clark, I...uh...I wanted to talk to you about something other then this essay..." Lana began slowly.
"Ok," Clark retorted setting his pen in the middle of his opened book and looking over at Lana. "What did you want to talk about?"
"About what you were telling me in your room earlier. How you wanted to get closer to me."
Clark was suddenly thrusted into a state of uncomfort. "Wh-what about it?"
"I was thinking more about it and...you're a really great guy. You're always there for me and you get this really cute look when you're nervous or worried about something...," Lana said capturing Clark's eyes in hers. "Like you are right now."
"You...uh..." Clark's head felt like it was spinning. This couldn't be real. Lana wasn't really saying this.
"Clark, when I said you were diffrent, I meant that you act so much more mature then the other guys I've met. You try to avoid going with the in- crowd and you do what you think is right. Your friends are more important then your needs," Lana informed noticing Clark's face blushing with each word. "Alot of girls dig that."
"Boy, I wish that were true," Clark replied finally letting go of Lana's eye contact.
"But it is!" Lana insisted.
"If I were everything you just said, girls would be crawling all over me," he explained laughing along with Lana.
"That's the whole mystery with you Clark. You're so closed off and shy that they all take you for granted."
Clark once again caught Lana's eyes. Her stunning, beautiful eyes.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and gave Clark a short sweet kiss on his cheek. Her touch sent a warm tingle through-out his body.
"Don't ever change, okay?" Lana whispered softly.
"O-okay," Clark answered knodding his head slightly as he spoke.
Lana giggled at Clark's dazed expression.
'Clark really does have a crush on me,' Lana thought unbelievably.'Well, if he's to scared to make a move on me now, I'll just have to help him out.'
*~*~*
a.n. *sighs* sweet clana goodness...isn't it great? lol. please review! i'll try to update asap! :o)