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Title: Echo
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Rating: G
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tstar78. It's totally her fault.
Midterms were evil.
All students could pretty much agree on that. Considering some of the marking schemes, they didn't even carry a lot of weight to the final grade and then, in other schemes they were all important. The whole thing was ridiculous and they'd all decided that the teachers at Smallville high had to get together and hammer out something consistent.
Nowish.
It just wasn't fair to the students, to have to study for like, eight exams, all at once, some worth more than others, some harder than others. Even more than the actual studying, the anticipation - no, the worry had anyone who even remotely cared about their futures, really, truly freaking out.
Midterms were evil.
When Chloe suggested a study group, the others jumped at the chance. Well, Lana jumped at the chance and the boys were dragged kicking and screaming into the fold. In Clark's case it had taken the judicious application of Lana's big-eyed pout and Chloe's best nagging whine. Pete went along with it as soon as they assured him cookies would at some point make their presence known.
They settled on Clark's place because two of Pete's older brothers were home form college, visiting and gaining back all the pounds they'd lost during their own exams. Even though Dave and Sam were technically adults, they weren't above pulling the fuse for Pete's while he and his friends were in it, or even, on one notable occasion, tossing shoes at them. Chloe and Lana's presence would only encourage them, since neither had managed to grasp the concept of the two sexes being just friends.
Chloe and Lana's place was out because the last time they'd all packed into there, things had gotten broken and Chloe's father still hadn't forgiven them for that. His collection of psychedelic rock commemorative plates had been smashed due to Clark's continued clumsiness in the face of Lana's existence. No one was sure exactly what had happened, except that an ottoman and Lana's blue angora sweater had been involved.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent had reluctantly agreed to the study group, but exacted their promises that it wouldn't sprawl over the house and wouldn't go too late. After all, on a working farm, nine o clock could be a late night.
So they all trooped in after school, mocha-frappe-latte-chinos in hand and settled into the living room with as much fuss as four teenagers can manage.
Mrs. Kent, forewarned of the invasion, was out in the fields with her husband. The deal was that the kids would feed themselves and get out of the way when the Kents came in for their supper. This ensured minimum contact between the two groups, which everyone agreed could only be a good thing, studying students and hard-working farmers were never a good mix. Cookies would be made after the Kents were finished their meal and the pans would be cleaned right after.
No noise was to penetrate the upstairs.
It should've been easy, but it wasn't. Mr. Scot's prep questions were proving to be more of an obstacle than any of them anticipated.
"It's really not *fair*, Clark. They shouldn't be allowed to do this to us."
"Chloe, whatever you say, forcing us to do math is not a violation of our human rights."
"Yes Clark, it is," said Pete. "It really is."
"Yeah, Clark. Some of us already know exactly what we want to do in the future and it doesn't include math."
"Damn straight!" Pete leaned over the table to clink his can of coke against Chloe's glass of iced tea.
"I don't know guys, math is important. Just because you don't see an immediate use for it, doesn't mean that you won't find one." Lana smiled at the glares she received and took a small bite of her cookie.
"Easy for you to say." Chloe paused to inhale a whole cookie. Still munching, she continued. "Not all of us are interested in studying business."
"You're going to study *business*?"
"It was just a thought, Clark." Lana blushed and hid her eyes behind a curtain of dark hair.
"Just a thought?" Chloe snorted. "It's all you've been talking about lately."
"Lana Lang, business woman. I have to say, it makes a lot more sense than waitress." Pete grinned.
"Hey, I've gotten better."
"True, but you're a better manager than you are a waitress. You've never spilled quarterly reports on a customer." Pete neatly ducked the pillow Lana lobbed at him and snickered.
"I guess it's a good idea, but what made you decide to study business?"
"I haven't decided anything yet, Clark."
"Of course you haven't. That's why you spend all your free time ogling the course catalogue from Met U's business school. Well, that and those pictures of Colin Ferrell you hide under you bed--"
"Chloe!" Lana shrieked.
"How many times do I have to tell you kids to quiet down! Some of us have to wake up and work in the morning."
The silence that followed Mr. Kent's third warning was broken by the girls' quiet giggling.
"Guys! You heard my dad-"
"Oh come on Clark, we're being quiet, he won't hear us."
"Yeah, you're quiet *now*, but everyone knows that girls don't stay that way. Especially when I'm around."
"Pete!"
"Chloe!"
"Sorry Clark." As soon as he was safely absorbed in his math notes, Chloe pulled a cushion off the couch behind her and tossed it at Pete, who caught it just before it smacked him in the face and threw it right back at Chloe.
Clark turned a page and sighed. "Math may not be a violation of human rights but it still isn't fun, huh guys?" He looked up at his friends to find Chloe stuffing something behind her back and Lana covering her mouth with her hand. His forehead crinkled in confusion. "Did I miss something?"
"Nothing at all, Clark Man." Pete grinned widely and slapped him on the back. "I think we've had enough of Mr. Scott's evil for now, I say we take a break."
"Good idea, Pete." Lana pushed her books to the center of the table and leaned back. She stretched her arms over her head and clasped them together, then leaned backwards, in an attempt to soothe her back. Her t-shirt rode up, exposing a thin line of skin.
Clark stared.
"Clark. Clark!" Chloe leaned over and poked him.
He jumped away from her finger and threw her a hurt look. "What?"
"We're going to take a break now. From studying. You know, that thing where we watch MTV and heckle the VJs?"
"Yeah Chloe, I know what a break is," he said absently and turned back to watch Lana, who was already sheepishly tugging her shirt back into place. Clark tossed his notes onto the pile of textbooks, binders and scattered papers. Chloe grabbed the plate of cookies and settled it in her lap, as Clark and Pete moved the table out of the way.
"I'm going to get some more milk, want me to top of your iced tea?"
"I don't know, Lana. The Kents might not forgive you for breaking *their* dishes."
Lana grinned. "I'm sure I can manage to carry to cups from here to the kitchen and back."
"And if not, we can always blame Clark."
"Exactly!"
"Hey!" Lana grabbed the glasses and made a quick escape into the kitchen.
"I'm not *that* clumsy."
"Yes you are," Chloe responded immediately.
"You are, man. At least, around Lana you're that clumsy."
"Well..."
"For awhile I thought you were improving, Clark, but you're started tripping over your own feet again."
"I have not!"
"Close enough," Chloe grinned.
"One iced tea, chilled, with two cubes of ice." Lana set handed the glass to Chloe and sunk to her knees beside her.
"Hey, you managed to sit down without spilling your milk! I say this calls for a round of applause." Chloe smiled at her housemate.
"Hear, hear. You and Clark are a match made in heaven."
"Uh, yeah Pete, heaven." Clark grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, carefully avoiding meeting either Lana or Chloe's eye. He flipped to MTV and turned it up, exactly as loud as would not cause his father to yell down the stairs.
"When exactly do you think it was that MTV got so crappy," Pete asked.
"It's always been like this, I think," said Chloe, around another cookie. "It just has less actual M."
"Making it really bad T and V."
"If you say so," Clark said.
"Please," said Chloe. "You probably just watch VH1."
"Matchbox 20 all day long!"
"Well Pete, it's not as if your position is all that great. Remy Zero?"
"Lana!" She grinned at the offended look Pete shot her, pleased when Chloe smiled with her.
"So what crap are they playing tonight?" Chloe asked.
"Um." Clark just stared at the TV. "Something about music festivals?"
"Oddly, I don't think I've seen this."
"Oddly? I thought you hated MTV."
"They play everything about three million times, Clark. I'd have to be dead to avoid seeing these specials. Besides, how can I mock the Mless TV unless I watch it from time to time."
"Whatever Chloe. I've seen you staring at Kurt Loder." Clark grinned at her blush.
"I do not, whatever you may think, have a crush on Kurt Loder."
"Who said anything about a crush?"
"Let's just watch the special," she ground out.
"Yes, princess."
"Glad to see you're finally getting it right, Pete."
Pete bowed over his empty can of coke. "She who rules the Torch, rules us all."
"I've got a crown you can borrow," Lana said with a small smile.
Chloe waved flippantly. "Oh, no thanks. I'll make my own."
"Yeah," said Clark. "About that TV special..." They settled down to listen to the announcer prattle on about the glory days of the outdoor music festival, in the nineties.
Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Jane's Addiction, Silverchair, Toad the Wet Sprocket.
"God," said Chloe. "Their hair is so *bad*." Her friends stared silently at her head. She noticed nothing.
At some point during the special, Clark had managed to shift his pillow next to Lana's and he'd sat quietly waiting for an opportunity. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it when he came, but he was pretty sure that he should be looking for one. Lex was always going on about finding the moment and striking. Or maybe that was seizing the moment and making a move. Or was that -
Lana sighed and turned to Clark with a smile. He smiled back, not sure why they were smiling. She pointed to Chloe, who was still dissecting the evils of nineties hairstyles and Pete, who was arguing with her. His arm was resting on the couch and his hand hung over the edge, brushing against Chloe's shoulder.
He turned back to Lana, who just smiled up at him, her eyes shining. This was a moment. He should -
"Um," he said. "So uh... why did you decide to study business?"
She blinked. "Uh... it was just something Lex said."
"Whoa!" said Chloe. "Speaking of Lex." She pointed at the TV, in something like shock.
"What?" Clark and Lana turned to look.
A group of teenagers were paling in a mud pit, in the rain, while the Smashing Pumpkins played in the background.
"I don't see anything - Oh my god!"
The camera focused on one teen as he ran and dove down the short hill into the pit. He slid in and between groups of girls and boys, getting covered in mud as he went. He came to a stop by crashing into a group of girls, and got to his knees laughing.
"Oh my god," repeated a shocked Lana. Her expression shifted quickly from surprise to offense to amusement and back to surprise. "I can't believe Lex..."
"Well, they did always say that he had a wild past," Chloe observed as Lex pulled off his mud-covered Warrior Angel t-shirt and tossed it to the side. She scrambled forward and hit a button on the entertainment system.
Lex grabbed hold of an arm - it wasn't clear from the angle who it belonged to - and climbed to his bare feet. Swirls of mud, mixed with rain slid down his pale skin. A pair of muddy, well-worn jeans hung precariously low on his hips and a chain swung wildly at his side. He jumped with the crowd, bouncing his head to the song.
"See, when they said wild past, I always assumed they meant like, bondage clubs and a meth lab in his basement while he was at college," Pete said absently. He stared at the very wet girls.
"*Bondage* clubs?"
"Clark, the rich aren't really like the rest of us."
"But *bondage* clubs?"
One of the girls, dressed only in a very short red and black plaid skirt with a chain and a soaked through white bra, picked up a handful of mud and pulled the teenage Lex close. As she drew him into a sloppy kiss, she smeared the mud over his head. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest.
"That girl is *so* hot!"
"Yeah."
"Clark!"
"What? Pete started it."
"Yeah but I expect that from him, Clark."
The band started a new song and the crowd of teens shrieked in excitement. The other girls crushed in against the kissing couple. They bounced together in a circle and screamed out the lyrics, laughing all the while.
As one, the crowd roared, "I fear that I'm ordinary just like everyone..." and the song thundered louder and faster.
One of the girls fell, and then another, on top of her. The camera closed in as one licked the other's face.
"Oh. My. God."
"Pete, close your mouth. You're drooling."
"Lex is such a lucky guy."
The camera pulled back into a wider shot and the girl in the plaid skirt pulled away from Lex and said something to him, then ran up the hill and out of the shot.
Lex danced alone, his arms raised and his head swinging with the music. His hips rolled as he stomped and kicked up waves up brown water. Rain poured down his body and the sun, still bright flashed off his --
"Is that a nipple ring?" Lana's expression was now fixed with shock. She stared dumbly at the screen, as if trying to reconcile the image with her business partner.
"Guh," Chloe responded.
On the screen, a taller boy, with shaggy blond hair, slid through the mud and bumped into Lex. He wrapped his arms around Lex's chest and caught him before he fell to the ground. Lex turned in the circle of his arms, laughing.
Clark stared. He'd never seen Lex laugh like that. He wasn't sure that he'd ever seen Lex laugh at all.
Lex was singing to the taller boy as he was pulled up on his toes for a kiss.
"Again," said Chloe. "Guh."
They all stared, wide-eyed, unable to look away. "Dude," Pete managed.
The boy put his hands on Lex's hips and pulled him higher, right off the ground. A startled Lex snaked his arms around the other boy's neck and pulled back from the kiss, his mouth wide in a crooked grin. The boy took one step, then another and then they were spinning, Lex's bare feet swinging wildly, until he pulled them in against the other boy's hips.
They boy stumbled and they fell together. Around them the crowd bounced and crashed into each other, people falling and rising with drums. Lex, his legs still tangled with the other boys', leaned back on one hand. He drew the other across his face and the silver of his nose ring flashed cleanly. His adam's apple bounced against the tight black cord of his choker as he screamed.
"I know that I am meant for this world and in my mind as I was floating, far above the clouds, some children laughed, I'd fall for certain, for thinking that I'd last forever..."
The camera spun out and over the huge crowd again and the Pumpkins played.
Clark, Chloe, Pete and Lana stared. Silent.
The program went to commercial.
Chloe broke the silence. "Good thing I hit record."
"Chloe! That was a tape of the Sharks game!"
"This is more important than a Sharks game, Clark. This is..."
"Lex Luthor rolling around half-naked in mud and kissing hot girls and, uh, guys?" Pete asked.
"Exactly."
"Right," said Clark.
Lana blinked. "Yeah. About those math problems.."
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: G
I blame
tstar78. It's totally her fault.Midterms were evil.
All students could pretty much agree on that. Considering some of the marking schemes, they didn't even carry a lot of weight to the final grade and then, in other schemes they were all important. The whole thing was ridiculous and they'd all decided that the teachers at Smallville high had to get together and hammer out something consistent.
Nowish.
It just wasn't fair to the students, to have to study for like, eight exams, all at once, some worth more than others, some harder than others. Even more than the actual studying, the anticipation - no, the worry had anyone who even remotely cared about their futures, really, truly freaking out.
Midterms were evil.
When Chloe suggested a study group, the others jumped at the chance. Well, Lana jumped at the chance and the boys were dragged kicking and screaming into the fold. In Clark's case it had taken the judicious application of Lana's big-eyed pout and Chloe's best nagging whine. Pete went along with it as soon as they assured him cookies would at some point make their presence known.
They settled on Clark's place because two of Pete's older brothers were home form college, visiting and gaining back all the pounds they'd lost during their own exams. Even though Dave and Sam were technically adults, they weren't above pulling the fuse for Pete's while he and his friends were in it, or even, on one notable occasion, tossing shoes at them. Chloe and Lana's presence would only encourage them, since neither had managed to grasp the concept of the two sexes being just friends.
Chloe and Lana's place was out because the last time they'd all packed into there, things had gotten broken and Chloe's father still hadn't forgiven them for that. His collection of psychedelic rock commemorative plates had been smashed due to Clark's continued clumsiness in the face of Lana's existence. No one was sure exactly what had happened, except that an ottoman and Lana's blue angora sweater had been involved.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent had reluctantly agreed to the study group, but exacted their promises that it wouldn't sprawl over the house and wouldn't go too late. After all, on a working farm, nine o clock could be a late night.
So they all trooped in after school, mocha-frappe-latte-chinos in hand and settled into the living room with as much fuss as four teenagers can manage.
Mrs. Kent, forewarned of the invasion, was out in the fields with her husband. The deal was that the kids would feed themselves and get out of the way when the Kents came in for their supper. This ensured minimum contact between the two groups, which everyone agreed could only be a good thing, studying students and hard-working farmers were never a good mix. Cookies would be made after the Kents were finished their meal and the pans would be cleaned right after.
No noise was to penetrate the upstairs.
It should've been easy, but it wasn't. Mr. Scot's prep questions were proving to be more of an obstacle than any of them anticipated.
"It's really not *fair*, Clark. They shouldn't be allowed to do this to us."
"Chloe, whatever you say, forcing us to do math is not a violation of our human rights."
"Yes Clark, it is," said Pete. "It really is."
"Yeah, Clark. Some of us already know exactly what we want to do in the future and it doesn't include math."
"Damn straight!" Pete leaned over the table to clink his can of coke against Chloe's glass of iced tea.
"I don't know guys, math is important. Just because you don't see an immediate use for it, doesn't mean that you won't find one." Lana smiled at the glares she received and took a small bite of her cookie.
"Easy for you to say." Chloe paused to inhale a whole cookie. Still munching, she continued. "Not all of us are interested in studying business."
"You're going to study *business*?"
"It was just a thought, Clark." Lana blushed and hid her eyes behind a curtain of dark hair.
"Just a thought?" Chloe snorted. "It's all you've been talking about lately."
"Lana Lang, business woman. I have to say, it makes a lot more sense than waitress." Pete grinned.
"Hey, I've gotten better."
"True, but you're a better manager than you are a waitress. You've never spilled quarterly reports on a customer." Pete neatly ducked the pillow Lana lobbed at him and snickered.
"I guess it's a good idea, but what made you decide to study business?"
"I haven't decided anything yet, Clark."
"Of course you haven't. That's why you spend all your free time ogling the course catalogue from Met U's business school. Well, that and those pictures of Colin Ferrell you hide under you bed--"
"Chloe!" Lana shrieked.
"How many times do I have to tell you kids to quiet down! Some of us have to wake up and work in the morning."
The silence that followed Mr. Kent's third warning was broken by the girls' quiet giggling.
"Guys! You heard my dad-"
"Oh come on Clark, we're being quiet, he won't hear us."
"Yeah, you're quiet *now*, but everyone knows that girls don't stay that way. Especially when I'm around."
"Pete!"
"Chloe!"
"Sorry Clark." As soon as he was safely absorbed in his math notes, Chloe pulled a cushion off the couch behind her and tossed it at Pete, who caught it just before it smacked him in the face and threw it right back at Chloe.
Clark turned a page and sighed. "Math may not be a violation of human rights but it still isn't fun, huh guys?" He looked up at his friends to find Chloe stuffing something behind her back and Lana covering her mouth with her hand. His forehead crinkled in confusion. "Did I miss something?"
"Nothing at all, Clark Man." Pete grinned widely and slapped him on the back. "I think we've had enough of Mr. Scott's evil for now, I say we take a break."
"Good idea, Pete." Lana pushed her books to the center of the table and leaned back. She stretched her arms over her head and clasped them together, then leaned backwards, in an attempt to soothe her back. Her t-shirt rode up, exposing a thin line of skin.
Clark stared.
"Clark. Clark!" Chloe leaned over and poked him.
He jumped away from her finger and threw her a hurt look. "What?"
"We're going to take a break now. From studying. You know, that thing where we watch MTV and heckle the VJs?"
"Yeah Chloe, I know what a break is," he said absently and turned back to watch Lana, who was already sheepishly tugging her shirt back into place. Clark tossed his notes onto the pile of textbooks, binders and scattered papers. Chloe grabbed the plate of cookies and settled it in her lap, as Clark and Pete moved the table out of the way.
"I'm going to get some more milk, want me to top of your iced tea?"
"I don't know, Lana. The Kents might not forgive you for breaking *their* dishes."
Lana grinned. "I'm sure I can manage to carry to cups from here to the kitchen and back."
"And if not, we can always blame Clark."
"Exactly!"
"Hey!" Lana grabbed the glasses and made a quick escape into the kitchen.
"I'm not *that* clumsy."
"Yes you are," Chloe responded immediately.
"You are, man. At least, around Lana you're that clumsy."
"Well..."
"For awhile I thought you were improving, Clark, but you're started tripping over your own feet again."
"I have not!"
"Close enough," Chloe grinned.
"One iced tea, chilled, with two cubes of ice." Lana set handed the glass to Chloe and sunk to her knees beside her.
"Hey, you managed to sit down without spilling your milk! I say this calls for a round of applause." Chloe smiled at her housemate.
"Hear, hear. You and Clark are a match made in heaven."
"Uh, yeah Pete, heaven." Clark grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, carefully avoiding meeting either Lana or Chloe's eye. He flipped to MTV and turned it up, exactly as loud as would not cause his father to yell down the stairs.
"When exactly do you think it was that MTV got so crappy," Pete asked.
"It's always been like this, I think," said Chloe, around another cookie. "It just has less actual M."
"Making it really bad T and V."
"If you say so," Clark said.
"Please," said Chloe. "You probably just watch VH1."
"Matchbox 20 all day long!"
"Well Pete, it's not as if your position is all that great. Remy Zero?"
"Lana!" She grinned at the offended look Pete shot her, pleased when Chloe smiled with her.
"So what crap are they playing tonight?" Chloe asked.
"Um." Clark just stared at the TV. "Something about music festivals?"
"Oddly, I don't think I've seen this."
"Oddly? I thought you hated MTV."
"They play everything about three million times, Clark. I'd have to be dead to avoid seeing these specials. Besides, how can I mock the Mless TV unless I watch it from time to time."
"Whatever Chloe. I've seen you staring at Kurt Loder." Clark grinned at her blush.
"I do not, whatever you may think, have a crush on Kurt Loder."
"Who said anything about a crush?"
"Let's just watch the special," she ground out.
"Yes, princess."
"Glad to see you're finally getting it right, Pete."
Pete bowed over his empty can of coke. "She who rules the Torch, rules us all."
"I've got a crown you can borrow," Lana said with a small smile.
Chloe waved flippantly. "Oh, no thanks. I'll make my own."
"Yeah," said Clark. "About that TV special..." They settled down to listen to the announcer prattle on about the glory days of the outdoor music festival, in the nineties.
Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Jane's Addiction, Silverchair, Toad the Wet Sprocket.
"God," said Chloe. "Their hair is so *bad*." Her friends stared silently at her head. She noticed nothing.
At some point during the special, Clark had managed to shift his pillow next to Lana's and he'd sat quietly waiting for an opportunity. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it when he came, but he was pretty sure that he should be looking for one. Lex was always going on about finding the moment and striking. Or maybe that was seizing the moment and making a move. Or was that -
Lana sighed and turned to Clark with a smile. He smiled back, not sure why they were smiling. She pointed to Chloe, who was still dissecting the evils of nineties hairstyles and Pete, who was arguing with her. His arm was resting on the couch and his hand hung over the edge, brushing against Chloe's shoulder.
He turned back to Lana, who just smiled up at him, her eyes shining. This was a moment. He should -
"Um," he said. "So uh... why did you decide to study business?"
She blinked. "Uh... it was just something Lex said."
"Whoa!" said Chloe. "Speaking of Lex." She pointed at the TV, in something like shock.
"What?" Clark and Lana turned to look.
A group of teenagers were paling in a mud pit, in the rain, while the Smashing Pumpkins played in the background.
"I don't see anything - Oh my god!"
The camera focused on one teen as he ran and dove down the short hill into the pit. He slid in and between groups of girls and boys, getting covered in mud as he went. He came to a stop by crashing into a group of girls, and got to his knees laughing.
"Oh my god," repeated a shocked Lana. Her expression shifted quickly from surprise to offense to amusement and back to surprise. "I can't believe Lex..."
"Well, they did always say that he had a wild past," Chloe observed as Lex pulled off his mud-covered Warrior Angel t-shirt and tossed it to the side. She scrambled forward and hit a button on the entertainment system.
Lex grabbed hold of an arm - it wasn't clear from the angle who it belonged to - and climbed to his bare feet. Swirls of mud, mixed with rain slid down his pale skin. A pair of muddy, well-worn jeans hung precariously low on his hips and a chain swung wildly at his side. He jumped with the crowd, bouncing his head to the song.
"See, when they said wild past, I always assumed they meant like, bondage clubs and a meth lab in his basement while he was at college," Pete said absently. He stared at the very wet girls.
"*Bondage* clubs?"
"Clark, the rich aren't really like the rest of us."
"But *bondage* clubs?"
One of the girls, dressed only in a very short red and black plaid skirt with a chain and a soaked through white bra, picked up a handful of mud and pulled the teenage Lex close. As she drew him into a sloppy kiss, she smeared the mud over his head. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his chest.
"That girl is *so* hot!"
"Yeah."
"Clark!"
"What? Pete started it."
"Yeah but I expect that from him, Clark."
The band started a new song and the crowd of teens shrieked in excitement. The other girls crushed in against the kissing couple. They bounced together in a circle and screamed out the lyrics, laughing all the while.
As one, the crowd roared, "I fear that I'm ordinary just like everyone..." and the song thundered louder and faster.
One of the girls fell, and then another, on top of her. The camera closed in as one licked the other's face.
"Oh. My. God."
"Pete, close your mouth. You're drooling."
"Lex is such a lucky guy."
The camera pulled back into a wider shot and the girl in the plaid skirt pulled away from Lex and said something to him, then ran up the hill and out of the shot.
Lex danced alone, his arms raised and his head swinging with the music. His hips rolled as he stomped and kicked up waves up brown water. Rain poured down his body and the sun, still bright flashed off his --
"Is that a nipple ring?" Lana's expression was now fixed with shock. She stared dumbly at the screen, as if trying to reconcile the image with her business partner.
"Guh," Chloe responded.
On the screen, a taller boy, with shaggy blond hair, slid through the mud and bumped into Lex. He wrapped his arms around Lex's chest and caught him before he fell to the ground. Lex turned in the circle of his arms, laughing.
Clark stared. He'd never seen Lex laugh like that. He wasn't sure that he'd ever seen Lex laugh at all.
Lex was singing to the taller boy as he was pulled up on his toes for a kiss.
"Again," said Chloe. "Guh."
They all stared, wide-eyed, unable to look away. "Dude," Pete managed.
The boy put his hands on Lex's hips and pulled him higher, right off the ground. A startled Lex snaked his arms around the other boy's neck and pulled back from the kiss, his mouth wide in a crooked grin. The boy took one step, then another and then they were spinning, Lex's bare feet swinging wildly, until he pulled them in against the other boy's hips.
They boy stumbled and they fell together. Around them the crowd bounced and crashed into each other, people falling and rising with drums. Lex, his legs still tangled with the other boys', leaned back on one hand. He drew the other across his face and the silver of his nose ring flashed cleanly. His adam's apple bounced against the tight black cord of his choker as he screamed.
"I know that I am meant for this world and in my mind as I was floating, far above the clouds, some children laughed, I'd fall for certain, for thinking that I'd last forever..."
The camera spun out and over the huge crowd again and the Pumpkins played.
Clark, Chloe, Pete and Lana stared. Silent.
The program went to commercial.
Chloe broke the silence. "Good thing I hit record."
"Chloe! That was a tape of the Sharks game!"
"This is more important than a Sharks game, Clark. This is..."
"Lex Luthor rolling around half-naked in mud and kissing hot girls and, uh, guys?" Pete asked.
"Exactly."
"Right," said Clark.
Lana blinked. "Yeah. About those math problems.."
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That is almsot all.
GUHGUHGUH.
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On the screen, a taller boy, with shaggy blond hair, slid through the mud and bumped into Lex. He wrapped his arms around Lex's chest and caught him before he fell to the ground. Lex turned in the circle of his arms, laughing.
Clark stared. He'd never seen Lex laugh like that. He wasn't sure that he'd ever seen Lex laugh at all.
God, what I wouldn't give for laughing Lex. Thanks, love!
Now, more young Lex fic?
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I think I'm going to write some High Fidelity!Lex for Jenn, first and work on my WIPs, but I'm sooo tempted. ^_-
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Thank you MTV.
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Hmmm?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Fun story!
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I was considering a sequel, though...
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Whoa.
If that's pointless...bring it on.
*applauds*
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Glad you liked it. *g*
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also, i think my spectacles lex needs to get his nipple piercing redone. with clark to hold his hand *g*
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*guh* So very hot.
Any chance of a sequel? *bats eyelashes* Please?
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Yay!
Such as I'm 21, and have a little brother who's 15. We were talking about classic party music, and Nirvana's "Smalls like teen spirit" was one that always seems to be played at a party. I was very shocked when he hadn't even heard of it. It's such a well known song amongst my age-mates. *g*
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It's almost strange the way that you take your teenage music likes to heart so much. But maybe, it's more a case of it changes so quickly that it's a very easy way to identify you as a certain sort of teen.
But, yeah, ever since I had that conversation with the little bro, I've had an urge to hear Lex talk about (or at least hear about) the music that he listened to as a kid. It adds a wonderful extra sense of reality to him. One reason why I love Sixteen (or is it "Sixteenish"?) by Hope, is the little mention of the Spice Girls "Wannabe" which I remember as being so popular and constantly played.
I guess it's just because it grounds him into a time frame, as opposed to a lot of other teenage experiences (drugs, sex, wild times, shopping sprees, etc), which he really could have had any time over the last fifteen years.
So, it's really no wonder that your fic appealed to me so much. It's such a lovely veiw of Lex as a relatively normal teen. Sharing fairly normal teen experiences and enjoying it as much as any other kid. I mean, from the way that he tries to act so mature on the show, he almost fools you into believing that he was born with the mentality of being in his mid-20's, so it's wonderful to see him young and enjoying life.
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just what thoughts exactly does muddy pierced bi lex put in clark's head? inquiring minds really want to know!
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Oh. My.
*swoons*
And Chloe took the words right out of my mouth at the thought of Lex and nipple rings.
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Can there be more please?
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I think there's a good chance of more.
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ROFLMAO.
I hope you write more of this.
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I make no promises.