A/N: k, so becs1 from gets the cake ::smile:: and she doesn't even watch Angel.. haha enjoy ur cake...
A/N2: so apparently i didn't fall off the face of the earth or anything major like that... :huh:
18.
"Where too now, Miss Sullivan?" Lex asked as they rounded the corner to 'H&M'. Lex had won out, they were in NYC, the easiest place to get lost in the people. To get lost in your surroundings. To get lost in each other, not that they needed help in that matter.
"I'd say shoes, but I know how much you just love shopping, so how about coffee?"
"It's not that I don't like shopping." Chloe raised her eyebrow. "I just don't really see why I wasn't aloud into La Senza with you when you went to buy lingerie."
Chloe laughed, "It's not like you'll never get to see it."
"I wanted to help you pick them out."
"Well, they did have personalized underwear."
"Really?" Lex asked intrigued.
"Yeah, but unless you're name is "Mrs. Kutcher" or "Mrs. Cruise", They didn't have your name."
"I thought I had a higher status then them."
"Well you are hotter than them."
"I'd better be." He said pulling her to him.
"Lex, we can't just-" Her voice was cut off by Lex's lips against her own.
"We can't just what?" He said after pulling away.
"Never mind." She said before pulling him back down to her. "It doesn't matter now."
"That's good." He said before claiming her lips for his own.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Alex ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She tapped her fingers on the kitchen table.
Tap. Tap.
'Algebra homework. Yay!' Her thoughts were heavy with sarcasm.
Tap.
Why did she need to know how to figure out 'x', 'y', 'z' and the rest of the alphabet?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Then she realized something. 'Chloe told me that Clark was a math whiz. Maybe he could help me.' She thought nibbling on her bottom lip.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Alex can you please stop tapping? It's driving me batty."
"Mom, you're making a pie, how sane do you have to be?" She asked turning to her mother. After tapping twice more.
Barbara sent her a look that vaguely resembled 'Do I look like a pastry chef?'.
"Right, I forgot. You can't bake anything." Alex said holding her hands up in defeat.
"And you can't do math. I'd say we're even."
"I'd say we're screwed." Alex corrected with a smile.
"We are not screwed Alex." Her mom said before chucking a rounded ball of pastry dough at her head.
"Thanks Mom." She said as she extracted the small amounts of dough from her hair. "I'm going to go see if Clark is around." She said closing her book with a thump.
"And how is Clark?"
"Mom, when you say it like that, I don't think that I want to justify you with a response."
"I'm just saying, you two seem kind of close. Is there anything going on between you two?"
"Mom!?"
"So that's a yes?"
"Mother! I can't take this, I'm leaving."
"Have fun with Clark." Her mother winked at her.
"Leaving." She said as she opened the door.
"Be safe."
"Always." Alex said before closing the door behind her.
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Clark was tired of baling hay. Even with his super strength and speed, he was still bored senseless from the never changing actions.
"Clark?" He spun around to meet the smiling face of his neighbour.
"Alex. What are you doing here?" He asked awkwardly.
"I came to see what you were up to." She said with a grin. "and, to avoid my parents." She laughed.
"Oh yeah? Sounds good."
"Clark, is something wrong?" She studied his face carefully.
"No. Nothing's wrong Alex." He paused, "I just need something to drink." He motioned towards the house. "Would you like something?"
"What do you have?" She asked following him to the yellow farm house.
"Juice. Water. Milk. Pop." Clark said with a laugh. "Dad's a real sucker for sugar." He said opening the door.
"Coke?"
"Sure. Mom? Where are you?"
"Upstairs." Came the faint reply from his mother.
"Hello Mrs. Kent." Alex called. His mother's footsteps neared.
"Hello Alex." His mom greeted as she entered the kitchen. "What brings you by?"
"Needed a break from the horrors of Algebra." She answered.
"I'm sure that, Clark," His mother motioned in his direction, "could help you with your Algebra after he's finished all of his chores."
"I'm almost done them as it is." Clark said passing Alex a coke. He shared a conspiratorial smile with his mom.
"Can I come watch?" Alex asked
"I'll just be a few minutes."
'Or few seconds, if I use my super speed, but she doesn't need to know that.'
"You can help me start the apple pie."
Alex's face brightened up. "Cool." She said with a smile.
"See Clark, Alex thinks my pies are cool." Martha shot a triumphant smile in her son's direction.
"You know, she's never going to let you live this one down, right?" Clark asked Alex.
"I hope not, I like pie." She said smiling at them.