Chapter 4 Gala
Clark and I talked most of the way to Metropolis. He told me about his family, the farm, and mentioned some people he would introduce me to. I was beginning to feel like I might actually be making my first friend. Then the limo came to a slow stop.
"I think we're here." I stated. Then the driver came around and opened our door. Clark slid out first then helped me out. I meant to smile and thank him politely but as soon as I stepped out of the vehicle, I was blinded by flashes and deafened by questions.
"Miss Davis what is it like being part of the Luthor world?"
"Juliet is it fun having billionaire relatives?"
"How are you after your mother's death?"
Basically, these questions rang over and over in my ears. Then I felt some ones hand grab mine and take me inside the building.
"You alright?" they asked me. My vision slowly came back into place and I could hear clearly again. It was Clark.
"Yea, I think so, thanks." I said a little breathless. Then I noticed his hands, which had been firmly placed on my shoulders. I looked at them. Clark seemed to notice and moved them abruptly.
"Let's go" I said trying to laugh some. Then we headed into the main room. Then I realized something….. This was and Art Gala! Tons and paintings and sculptures were placed everywhere. I looked around in awe. I had always loved art.
"Wow!" I whispered as I slowly made my way to Van Gough's "Starry Night." It had always been my favorite. "It is beautiful." I said, studying it intensely. I had seen this painting hundreds of times, but never in this size or this close.
"It doesn't look very real." Clark said, looking a little confused by the portrait.
"That's because it isn't supposed to look real. Its impressionism, which means it, is just an impression of the night through the artist's eyes," I said after turning my gaze back to the painting. After a minute I looked back up at Clark.
"Sorry, sometimes I just get carried away." I told him. He smiled at me and said there was nothing to be sorry about. The Lex found us and visited for awhile before dinner was served.
After the meal Clark and I got caught up in conversation again. We talked until the Gala ended, sometimes being interrupted by reporters but we managed to blow them off. Then it ended and we headed back to Smallville.
(Clarks POV)
Sometime during the ride home I looked over and saw Juliet had fallen asleep. As we approached the mansion I tried to wake her, but had no success. I decided I had to carry her which was a rather easy task considering how small she was. Then we got to her room, I laid her down on her bed and covered her up. Then I started to leave the room but found myself staring at her. She was beautiful, that part was obvious, but there was something else that attracted me more. We had talked for hours but I still couldn't figure out what it was. She was kind, very intelligent, caring and had so much integrity; she also seemed like so much more. But she wasn't showing it, she was hurting still. Finally I went back home and went to bed, but Juliet Davis never left my mind.