Chapter Three: Run, Lana! Run!
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"Oh my God... I can't believe I'm stuck here in Kansas with you!" Summer screamed, covering her head with her hands.
"Look, we could sit here all day with the flight attendants shooting daggers at us, or we could go outside and just face this head on. I think that's really the way to go, think positive. Look outside - there's snow, Summer! Snow!" Seth exclaimed, pointing at the window.
Summer shifted over and peered out the glass. Amazement spread over her features, quickly replaced with horrid shock.
"Snow!?!"
"Yeah, snow... the white, cold, barrel of fun that we never see in Newport? What they make those cones out of?" Seth replied flippantly.
"God... I need a new wardrobe, now. None of my outfits go with snow! We're going to have to hit the mall, and hit it hard. Cohen, grab our bags - we've got work to do!"
Summer's quickly changing demeanour threw Seth off guard. She turned and made for the exit leaving him bewildered in her wake. He shook his head and unlocked the overhead compartment, God forbid she disobey his lady's wishes. As he did so, the luggage fell on top of him, leaving Seth collapsed in a heap in the aisle. He struggled to get up and meekly cried out for help from Summer, but she was long gone.
Meanwhile, Lana and Clark waited with bated-breath for their arrival. Lana spotted the passengers disembarking and quickly called Clark to hold up the sign. Clark stuffed the half-eaten Toblerone in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of white paper, holding it up across his chest. It read: "Welcome, Summer and Seth Cohen." When Summer's feet touched the ground, she noticed the sign and stared at it incredulously. She felt a migraine coming on, but forced herself to walk toward them. As she approached, Lana greeted her with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Lana and this is Clark - you must be Summer Cohen. Welcome to Smallville!" she declared.
Summer gave a weak sardonic smile and noted the two Kansassians. The girl was very beautiful in spite of her apparel. She quickly realized everyone was much more dressed down than in Newport. Still, the girl's ratty pink jacket had to go... her companion was her equal in terms of attractiveness, though he was much taller. Summer brought her gaze down and was struck by his marvellous physique until she became aware of his choice of clothing. Flannel. She mentally dismissed Clark as a potential suitor - Flannel equalled boring.
"My name is Summer Roberts. R-O-B-E-R-T-S. Got it? Good... now where's the nearest shopping center? None of my clothes match with the snow!"
"Uh, didn't you bring any baggage with you onto the plane?" Clark asked.
"No problem, Cohen's got them," she replied bluntly.
Seth, with six bags in hand awkwardly made his way down the stairs, struggling to keep from hitting those around him. Lana smiled at the sight, amused as he fell at the foot of the stairs. Clark watched him for a moment before fear spread through his features.
"Um, shouldn't one of us go help him?" Lana suggested.
"Girls - get back!" Clark yelled out suddenly.
With a protective hand, he ushered them well behind him as he stared down Seth, weary of his intentions.
"Clark what's going on?" asked a confused Lana.
"Don't you recognize him? It's that freak, Justin Gaines! Run, Lana, run!"
"Wait, Cohen's a freak here too? Maybe this place isn't so different..." Summer mused.
"What are you talking about? Doesn't look a thing like him!" Lana exclaimed.
"C'mon, Lana, that curly hair, the crooked smile - he's escaped from that psychiatric ward!" Clark proclaimed.
"Who's escaped from where now?" asked Seth, who had finally made his way to the others. "Gee, thanks for all the help with the bags, I'm no Doctor Octavius you know."
"That's his voice too! Not a step further Justin, I'm not going to you hurt them!"
Summer scoffed, pushing his way past Clark and took her bags from a befuddled Seth.
"Please, with those girly arms, he couldn't hurt a fly. He can't even carry my luggage," she argued.
"Be still my heart," Seth replied, clutching his hand to his chest as Summer stormed off. He watched her behind lovingly as she got further and further away from him before disappearing in the crowd. He then turned his attention back to Clark and Lana. "Hi, Seth Cohen."
"Seth?" Clark replied, still rather suspicious of him.
"Your name is Seth too? Awesome!"
Seth moved for a high-five but was met with Clark's furrowed brow instead.
"Um, that's Clark don't mind him... I'm Lana, hi."
"Lana, an honour and a privilege to meet you," he said, doing a little curtsy which elicited a chuckle from her. "We better catch up to Summer," he continued. "She's probably left a trail of destruction behind her. Hey, tell me about this corn festival I've been hearing about..."
As Seth and Lana walked off in search of the wayward Summer, Clark followed closely behind, eyeing this "Seth" suspiciously.
In contrast, Pete and Chloe's arrival at the Cohen's in Orange County went without incident. Both were amazed at the decadent lifestyle of Newport Beach and Pete in particular, was very excited and in fact, could not sleep that night. He explored the huge house, and eventually journeyed out into the garden to enjoy the cool California breeze. Meanwhile, Snobby socialite, Julie Cooper, who lived next door, had just come home that day after a late night charity fund-raiser at the yacht club. She was unwinding with a martini on her back porch when she spotted a black man skulking about in the Cohen's garden. Julie, alarmed, and being the good neighbour and friend that she was, called the police who responded promptly.
Their neighbours peered out of their windows as police sirens sounded and flashing lights encircling the house. A helicopter flew overhead with a luminous spotlight pointed down at Pete. Through the megaphone, came a booming voice, "Stop! Put your hands behind your head and lay face down on the pavement! This is the Newport Beach Police Department!" Pete, bewildered by the spiralling air around him, obliged despite being blinded by the intense beam shining down on him. Officers from all sides rushed at him, waving their guns at him as one of them handcuffed him. It was the Newport Police Department's third arrest of the year.
Back in Smallville, Seth and Summer's bags were dropped off at the Sullivan's before heading out to the mall on Summer's insistence. The Ross' were on vacation, as were the Newport Roberts, so Pete and Chloe were staying with the Cohens, while Seth and Summer were residing with the Sullivans... or rather the Sullivan, singular.
Summer spent the entire day in an ornery mood, annoyed that the 'mall' only qualified as a mall because it had more than one floor and a Gap. The only other decent store, in Summer's mind at least, was Hartley's, the lone department store in the shopping complex, who's racks they were currently browsing. Seth had been bickering with her the whole time, making the process that much more difficult as Summer tried in vain to find half- decent set of outfits to wear during her stay. As another double entendre left Seth's mouth, Summer noticed Lana staring at them with an amused look.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, it's just you guys fight like an old married couple," Lana replied.
"Old? Ew. Married? Ew. Cohen? A giant world of ew."
Infuriated with both Seth and Lana, Summer set out on her own to shop. Lana insisted Clark follow her in case she got lost, to which Clark reluctantly complied, still somewhat hesitant on leaving her alone with "Seth." Clark searched the women's department far and wide but couldn't locate the wayward girl until a dressing room door opened behind him.
He quickly spun around and stood there in awe as Summer did a little twirl and asked, "so how do I look?"
Clark snapped out of his reverie and turned around, trying desperately to get the image of Summer standing in red lace bra and panties out of his mind. His cheeks reddened.
"Um, you look fine. Maybe you want to go back in the dressing room?"
"Well, looks like they grow them bashful in Smallville," she stated, heading back in to get changed. "You really need to lighten up, Clark. Oh, some new clothes maybe? Flannel isn't exactly in right now."
Clark glanced down at his shirt and examining the fabric carefully. He thought flannel was always in style... especially when it was red and blue. At least that's what his mother had always told him.
"So, what is in?" he asked as Summer came out, fully dressed this time.
She gave Clark a once-over and the wheels began to turn in the back other head.
"I know exactly what you need..." she began, grabbing Clark by the hand, dragging him toward the men's department.
*****
"Oh my God... I can't believe I'm stuck here in Kansas with you!" Summer screamed, covering her head with her hands.
"Look, we could sit here all day with the flight attendants shooting daggers at us, or we could go outside and just face this head on. I think that's really the way to go, think positive. Look outside - there's snow, Summer! Snow!" Seth exclaimed, pointing at the window.
Summer shifted over and peered out the glass. Amazement spread over her features, quickly replaced with horrid shock.
"Snow!?!"
"Yeah, snow... the white, cold, barrel of fun that we never see in Newport? What they make those cones out of?" Seth replied flippantly.
"God... I need a new wardrobe, now. None of my outfits go with snow! We're going to have to hit the mall, and hit it hard. Cohen, grab our bags - we've got work to do!"
Summer's quickly changing demeanour threw Seth off guard. She turned and made for the exit leaving him bewildered in her wake. He shook his head and unlocked the overhead compartment, God forbid she disobey his lady's wishes. As he did so, the luggage fell on top of him, leaving Seth collapsed in a heap in the aisle. He struggled to get up and meekly cried out for help from Summer, but she was long gone.
Meanwhile, Lana and Clark waited with bated-breath for their arrival. Lana spotted the passengers disembarking and quickly called Clark to hold up the sign. Clark stuffed the half-eaten Toblerone in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of white paper, holding it up across his chest. It read: "Welcome, Summer and Seth Cohen." When Summer's feet touched the ground, she noticed the sign and stared at it incredulously. She felt a migraine coming on, but forced herself to walk toward them. As she approached, Lana greeted her with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Lana and this is Clark - you must be Summer Cohen. Welcome to Smallville!" she declared.
Summer gave a weak sardonic smile and noted the two Kansassians. The girl was very beautiful in spite of her apparel. She quickly realized everyone was much more dressed down than in Newport. Still, the girl's ratty pink jacket had to go... her companion was her equal in terms of attractiveness, though he was much taller. Summer brought her gaze down and was struck by his marvellous physique until she became aware of his choice of clothing. Flannel. She mentally dismissed Clark as a potential suitor - Flannel equalled boring.
"My name is Summer Roberts. R-O-B-E-R-T-S. Got it? Good... now where's the nearest shopping center? None of my clothes match with the snow!"
"Uh, didn't you bring any baggage with you onto the plane?" Clark asked.
"No problem, Cohen's got them," she replied bluntly.
Seth, with six bags in hand awkwardly made his way down the stairs, struggling to keep from hitting those around him. Lana smiled at the sight, amused as he fell at the foot of the stairs. Clark watched him for a moment before fear spread through his features.
"Um, shouldn't one of us go help him?" Lana suggested.
"Girls - get back!" Clark yelled out suddenly.
With a protective hand, he ushered them well behind him as he stared down Seth, weary of his intentions.
"Clark what's going on?" asked a confused Lana.
"Don't you recognize him? It's that freak, Justin Gaines! Run, Lana, run!"
"Wait, Cohen's a freak here too? Maybe this place isn't so different..." Summer mused.
"What are you talking about? Doesn't look a thing like him!" Lana exclaimed.
"C'mon, Lana, that curly hair, the crooked smile - he's escaped from that psychiatric ward!" Clark proclaimed.
"Who's escaped from where now?" asked Seth, who had finally made his way to the others. "Gee, thanks for all the help with the bags, I'm no Doctor Octavius you know."
"That's his voice too! Not a step further Justin, I'm not going to you hurt them!"
Summer scoffed, pushing his way past Clark and took her bags from a befuddled Seth.
"Please, with those girly arms, he couldn't hurt a fly. He can't even carry my luggage," she argued.
"Be still my heart," Seth replied, clutching his hand to his chest as Summer stormed off. He watched her behind lovingly as she got further and further away from him before disappearing in the crowd. He then turned his attention back to Clark and Lana. "Hi, Seth Cohen."
"Seth?" Clark replied, still rather suspicious of him.
"Your name is Seth too? Awesome!"
Seth moved for a high-five but was met with Clark's furrowed brow instead.
"Um, that's Clark don't mind him... I'm Lana, hi."
"Lana, an honour and a privilege to meet you," he said, doing a little curtsy which elicited a chuckle from her. "We better catch up to Summer," he continued. "She's probably left a trail of destruction behind her. Hey, tell me about this corn festival I've been hearing about..."
As Seth and Lana walked off in search of the wayward Summer, Clark followed closely behind, eyeing this "Seth" suspiciously.
In contrast, Pete and Chloe's arrival at the Cohen's in Orange County went without incident. Both were amazed at the decadent lifestyle of Newport Beach and Pete in particular, was very excited and in fact, could not sleep that night. He explored the huge house, and eventually journeyed out into the garden to enjoy the cool California breeze. Meanwhile, Snobby socialite, Julie Cooper, who lived next door, had just come home that day after a late night charity fund-raiser at the yacht club. She was unwinding with a martini on her back porch when she spotted a black man skulking about in the Cohen's garden. Julie, alarmed, and being the good neighbour and friend that she was, called the police who responded promptly.
Their neighbours peered out of their windows as police sirens sounded and flashing lights encircling the house. A helicopter flew overhead with a luminous spotlight pointed down at Pete. Through the megaphone, came a booming voice, "Stop! Put your hands behind your head and lay face down on the pavement! This is the Newport Beach Police Department!" Pete, bewildered by the spiralling air around him, obliged despite being blinded by the intense beam shining down on him. Officers from all sides rushed at him, waving their guns at him as one of them handcuffed him. It was the Newport Police Department's third arrest of the year.
Back in Smallville, Seth and Summer's bags were dropped off at the Sullivan's before heading out to the mall on Summer's insistence. The Ross' were on vacation, as were the Newport Roberts, so Pete and Chloe were staying with the Cohens, while Seth and Summer were residing with the Sullivans... or rather the Sullivan, singular.
Summer spent the entire day in an ornery mood, annoyed that the 'mall' only qualified as a mall because it had more than one floor and a Gap. The only other decent store, in Summer's mind at least, was Hartley's, the lone department store in the shopping complex, who's racks they were currently browsing. Seth had been bickering with her the whole time, making the process that much more difficult as Summer tried in vain to find half- decent set of outfits to wear during her stay. As another double entendre left Seth's mouth, Summer noticed Lana staring at them with an amused look.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, it's just you guys fight like an old married couple," Lana replied.
"Old? Ew. Married? Ew. Cohen? A giant world of ew."
Infuriated with both Seth and Lana, Summer set out on her own to shop. Lana insisted Clark follow her in case she got lost, to which Clark reluctantly complied, still somewhat hesitant on leaving her alone with "Seth." Clark searched the women's department far and wide but couldn't locate the wayward girl until a dressing room door opened behind him.
He quickly spun around and stood there in awe as Summer did a little twirl and asked, "so how do I look?"
Clark snapped out of his reverie and turned around, trying desperately to get the image of Summer standing in red lace bra and panties out of his mind. His cheeks reddened.
"Um, you look fine. Maybe you want to go back in the dressing room?"
"Well, looks like they grow them bashful in Smallville," she stated, heading back in to get changed. "You really need to lighten up, Clark. Oh, some new clothes maybe? Flannel isn't exactly in right now."
Clark glanced down at his shirt and examining the fabric carefully. He thought flannel was always in style... especially when it was red and blue. At least that's what his mother had always told him.
"So, what is in?" he asked as Summer came out, fully dressed this time.
She gave Clark a once-over and the wheels began to turn in the back other head.
"I know exactly what you need..." she began, grabbing Clark by the hand, dragging him toward the men's department.