Clark woke
to the irritating sound of his alarm clock beeping. He slammed it
off, and rolled over, he wasn't going to school today. He had gone
constantly for almost a month, which was going beyond his duty, Clark
thought.
"Wake up." Clark heard his brother tell
him.
"Go away." Clark put a pillow over his head. Clark
felt someone jump on him, "God, get off me." Clark woke up
long enough to shove Lex off the bed, "What are you? Five or
something?"
Clark definitely wasn't a morning person, and
Lex knew it. Clark was only happy when he could sleep threw the
morning entirely and wake up around 1pm.
"Get up." Lex
Playfully slapped Clark in the head, when he tried to go back to
sleep.
"WHAT!" Clark sat up in bed, really annoyed, and
the fact that Lex was laughing his ass off, didn't help either.
"Clark, I swear, you are such a bitch in the morning."
Lex teased. Clark couldn't help but start laughing.
"Seriously,
Lex. What do you want?" Clark ran his fingers threw his bed
hair, "Cause I doubt you got me up for school."
Lex
laughed again, "It's Saturday, and I got you up because we have
a photo shoot in an hour."
"Right." Clark was just
remembering, "Can't we cancel it?"
"I'm not
canceling because you are too lazy to get your ass out of bed."
Lex stole Clark's pillow as he walked
out.
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Clark
was still half awake pulled cold pizza out of the fridge for
breakfast.
"Ewe, don't eat that." Lex cringed at his
brother's choice of breakfast.
Clark ignored him as he took bite
of the pizza.
"Are you ready?" Lex asked.
"Sure."
Clark hopped off the stool, and grabbed his coat and grabbed the keys
to the Ferrari, "I'm driving though."
"Nope."
Lex grabbed the keys from him. Lex always drove, it was like an
unspoken rule, "Besides you don't' even know where we are
going."
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"Sorry." Clark settled on one, "So what's this for anyways?"
"The magazine is doing a big story on our family, and Dad's PR people told dad that he needs to get more in touch with the people, or some crap, I forget." Lex made a sharp turn with the car.
"Dad is going to be there..." Clark sighed and rolled his eyes, "What kind of story?"
"Geez, Clark. I told you all this yesterday, did you hear anything I said?" Lex teased.
"Sorry, I guess my mind was somewhere else." Clark laughed.
"On Lana no doubt." Lex joked, "But anyways the story is about how we are a normal family, or some bullshit."
"No, I hate these kinds of things. They are so lame and fake." Clark rolled his eyes again.
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Clark heard his cell phone vibrating on the glass table in front of the TV, which he was watching.
Clark grabbed it, "Hello?" He didn't look at the caller Id, he didn't have time, it had rung too many times.
"Clark, guess what?" Lana chimed happily into the one.
"Hey." Clark said turning down the TV, to actually pat attention.
"I'm officially un-grounded." Lana laughed.
"That is awesome, so do you want to come over tomorrow?" Clark was so glad Lana was done with her penance.
"Sure, but you'd have to pick me up. My car is having serious problems." Lana told him.
"That's not a problem." Clark laughed.
"Oh, wait..." Lana sounded disappointed, "We have that huge history test on Thursday. I really have to study for it."
Clark admired Lana's commitment. He never had to worry about grades, he was guaranteed to pass, "Oh, but we haven't spent any real time together in weeks." Clark missed her.
"Well... it's not the most exciting thing, but you could come over and study with me." Lana suggested.
It was better than nothing, "Alright."
&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&Clark parked his silver Porsche in the Kent's dirt driveway. He became up behind Martha who was struggling with multiple grocery bags, "Here let me help you." Clark took 3 bags away from her.
Martha didn't even hear Clark pull up, and was surprised by both his presence and courtesy.
Clark pushed open the screen door with his back, and set the bags down on the table, only to find himself eye to eye with Jonathan, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh... um..." Clark was caught off guard by Jonathan's coldness towards him, especially when Jonathan finally started being pleasant to him. Okay, maybe not pleasant, but he had definitely had made some progress, "I'm here to study with Lana."
Jonathan knew Clark was going to show up the day Lana's punishment was up. He didn't like, sure he saw the changes in Clark, but he still had those dangerous traits that are inevitable in Luthers, and he wasn't about to jump for joy that Clark was going to start hanging around with his daughter again.
Martha came into the door, with the remaining 2 grocery bags, "Thanks Clark."
Clark noticed Jonathan ease up a bit at his wife's words.
"No problem, Mrs. Kent." Clark said, trying to get out of the awkward scene with Jonathan quickly, "Is Lana here?"
"Ya, she's in her room." Martha told him cheerfully.
Jonathan stopped Clark before he could climb the stairs, "Listen, Clark. I don't want you dragging my daughter into any more trouble."
"I won't." Clark promised, before heading up to Lana's room.
"Jonathan, try and give him a chance." Martha said once her husband entered the kitchen.
"I am Martha, but I can't just put faith in him after he's done so much." Jonathan made a good point.
"I know. But it's hard for him. You can see he is obviously making an effort. You can't keep treating him like he is some sort of disease." Martha said.
Jonathan fought the urge to compare the Luthers and the plague, "Martha, why do you always defend him?"
"I'm not sure." Martha said honestly, "Maybe it's the mother in me, but I see a boy who's been through a lot the past year, and now he just had a major falling out with his father, from what Lana's told me, and I know what that is like, how much it hurts. He is trying, why can't you?"
"It's not that easy. Martha, what if you're wrong about him? If this sudden transformation is an act? I'm just looking out for daughter." Jonathan pointed out.
The thought had crossed Martha's mind, "The way I see it, we've raised Lana the best we could, and taught her to be a good person. If it's not Clark it will be some other temptation. I trust Lana's judgment, and I don't think she'd love someone who didn't have a good heart."
Jonathan knew she was right, but his hatred for the Luthers had been around much longer, and it was so hard to break.
"Jonathan, your daughter is hurt by the fact that you are so un-approving. Do you even see how far apart you two are drifting? She loves him, and you are going to have to accept that." Martha walked out of the room.
&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&=&Clark walked into Lana's room; she was reading a magazine.
"Clark." She smiled and held up the magazine with Lex, Lionel, and himself on the cover, "I never knew you played the guitar."
"Why would you buy that?" Clark referred to the magazine.
"I think it's cool, Clark." Lana turned the page.
"No, seriously, don't read that." Clark snatched the magazine out of her hands, "It's lame."
"Ah! Come on Clark!" Lana laughed, "I was just getting to the good part! You and Lex seem so cute together."
Clark rolled his eyes, "No."
Lana laughed, "Fine. You are such a party pooper."
"What if I gave you an exclusive interview?" Clark joked.
"Alright." Lana pulled him onto the bed, "What's your happiest childhood memory?"
"Uh..." Clark had to think about that, "When I was 7 years old, I really started to get my speed and strength. Now Lex could always beat me at any game, weather it was a race, or a mind game, he always won. One day we were wrestling and I finally beat him at something, and I know it's seems dumb, but I just remember feeling so proud, because if I could Lex, I could do anything." Clark couldn't' help but smile at the memory, "God, now I feel so dumb."
"No, that was cute!" Lana chuckled. "Okay... who was the first girl you kissed?"
"Um... I don't remember." Clark said honestly.
"What? How can you not remember! Everyone remembers their first kiss." Lana lightly punched him in the arm, "Come on; tell me."
"No, I'm telling the truth." Clark had kissed lots of girls, but none of them were worth remembering; they were all for show, or it was out of pure horniness.
"Whatever." Lana still didn't believe him, "What's your best and worst day?"
Clark laughed, and kissed Lana, "My best day had to be a special night two weeks ago."
Lana blushed; it was her happiest day too, well at least the first half was.
When Clark thought about his worst day ever, he vividly remembered a day that truly never existed. He was Clark Kent, lying in bed, dangerously close to ending his own life, but Lana saved him. Yet it was another world, that didn't exist anymore, yet he could never forget that pain, "I don't have a worst day." Clark lied, and Lana knew it, but there was no way she was going to push him.
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okay this isn't' a full chapter, but I'll give u that when I get it. Sorry have trouble focusing on writing, but it's been awhile, so this is what I have so far.