LIL More Clexana
Here is another small installment of my still untitled Clexana fic. Little bigger than the last but I'm sorry, my muse didn't hit until late. And I had to leave ya with another cliffhanger.
Fandom: Smallville
Category: AU, Still angsty
Rating: Still in PG-13 waters. We'll get out I swear.
Pairings: This only contains Clark and Lana but I swear no Clana love.
Warnings: Meh, none really.
Status: Work in progress
Summary: Clark walks in on a Lex/Lana suckface fest. LoL. That's the best I can do *pouts*
Word Count: 934 this time!
Other: For
alichica886, artwork is here, part one is here.
My confession threw the self absorbed billionaire for a loop just long enough for me to nervously walk out before he replied. I couldn't believe I let a little jealously make me tell him that. Like Lex said, I was good at keeping secrets. Which made that one any different? Now I know how Pete felt when he didn't want to tell Chloe about his feelings for her because he thought he didn't have a chance with her. Maybe I could go to Jar-El and have him make it all go away. I had done it before.
Scratch that. This wasn't the same as Lana dying. I could take care of it myself. Not like I'm the first to ever do something like this. I wondered how many people had told Lex they pined for him. Especially when that person was of the opposite sex and, well, opposite species really. Then again, maybe I was the first. I ran back to the barn and decided to wallow away in my misery for the rest of the day. Which would of been fine with me. I had no distractions with Mom away on business issues and Lois right behind her. I thought I had seen enough today, anyway. But then Lana walked in and I froze nervously on the couch. Moreso since it was the first time we've spoken since her kryptonite addiction.
"Clark, I think we need to talk." Lana always wanted to talk. Even when there was nothing to discuss. She never really took other people's comfortability level when it came to these conversations either. She always pushed things. Always wanting to know the truth. She would make a good reporter if she wasn't so scared all the time. But I was making generalizations about the Lana I knew a few years ago, obviously not the one that was standing in front of me now.
"Lana, there's nothing for us to talk about. Who you date is your own business." I attempted to fake a smile, hoping she'd buy it and leave. Although I doubted that one. She was persistent and my lying, even though it had been improving over the years, was just a thin sheet.
"I heard what you said to Lex in the hallway. Clark, do you have feelings for Lex?" Luckily, I hadn't rose from the couch or I would have fallen flat on my ass. I hoped what I said was vague enough to not be sure of the truth but either interpretation of it was bad.
"Cause when you kissed her, I couldn't help but wish it was me."
Interpretation #1: I still wasn't over Lana completely and only broke up with her because I loved her too much to hurt her any further. When I witnessed how quickly she had moved on and the fact it was with one of my assumed closest friends, I couldn't help but wish I was still with her. This interpretation was false on all counts but possibly the best way anyone else could see it as. This way, Lex didn't look at me weirdly. On the other hand, he could become angry with me, thinking I might steal Lana away from him and what not. Let me repeat: this interpretation was false on all counts.
Interpretation #2: I had fallen in love with Lex over the year and always been a little jealous of his girlfriend, etc. But I always had Lana there and never thought much of it. But after the breakup with Lana and witnessing her kissing Lex, all my fantasies about Lex came abrupting to the surface. This interpretation was one hundred percent correct. If people saw it this way, however, Lex might feel different about our friendship, and other people would feel differently about me completely. In no way could I win.
"Lana..." The question was though, do I go with a fictional version and have Lana hate me, or the truth and have Lana...still hate me. "It's not like that."
"Then what is it like Clark?" She was walking towards me and then kneeling next to me. There was no way she was going to let this go. I was at a loss for words. What were you supposed to tell someone in this situation? And then, like a saving grace, my cell phone rang. I exhaled slowly, as to not show how thankful I was for this call. She stood up and walked over to the steps, rubbing her hand on her forehead. I quickly reached for the phone and smiled at the name 'LOIS' written across it in big black letters. Of course she informed me of how things were with my mom, etc. It was a good thing Lois could talk the ears off an elephant because Lana began to get annoyed and I could tell she was about to leave. I hung up the phone and she just stared at me with pleading eyes. "We can talk later, I have to be somewhere."
Without even waiting for a reply from me she took off down the steps. I went to the window to watch her leave. I never felt so isolated in my entire life. No matter how different I was and how I thought I was going to be alone forever, those feelings didn't come close to being as bad as they were now. The fact that no one was around to console me hurt even more. And then, Lex came.
Fandom: Smallville
Category: AU, Still angsty
Rating: Still in PG-13 waters. We'll get out I swear.
Pairings: This only contains Clark and Lana but I swear no Clana love.
Warnings: Meh, none really.
Status: Work in progress
Summary: Clark walks in on a Lex/Lana suckface fest. LoL. That's the best I can do *pouts*
Word Count: 934 this time!
Other: For
alichica886, artwork is here, part one is here.
My confession threw the self absorbed billionaire for a loop just long enough for me to nervously walk out before he replied. I couldn't believe I let a little jealously make me tell him that. Like Lex said, I was good at keeping secrets. Which made that one any different? Now I know how Pete felt when he didn't want to tell Chloe about his feelings for her because he thought he didn't have a chance with her. Maybe I could go to Jar-El and have him make it all go away. I had done it before.
Scratch that. This wasn't the same as Lana dying. I could take care of it myself. Not like I'm the first to ever do something like this. I wondered how many people had told Lex they pined for him. Especially when that person was of the opposite sex and, well, opposite species really. Then again, maybe I was the first. I ran back to the barn and decided to wallow away in my misery for the rest of the day. Which would of been fine with me. I had no distractions with Mom away on business issues and Lois right behind her. I thought I had seen enough today, anyway. But then Lana walked in and I froze nervously on the couch. Moreso since it was the first time we've spoken since her kryptonite addiction.
"Clark, I think we need to talk." Lana always wanted to talk. Even when there was nothing to discuss. She never really took other people's comfortability level when it came to these conversations either. She always pushed things. Always wanting to know the truth. She would make a good reporter if she wasn't so scared all the time. But I was making generalizations about the Lana I knew a few years ago, obviously not the one that was standing in front of me now.
"Lana, there's nothing for us to talk about. Who you date is your own business." I attempted to fake a smile, hoping she'd buy it and leave. Although I doubted that one. She was persistent and my lying, even though it had been improving over the years, was just a thin sheet.
"I heard what you said to Lex in the hallway. Clark, do you have feelings for Lex?" Luckily, I hadn't rose from the couch or I would have fallen flat on my ass. I hoped what I said was vague enough to not be sure of the truth but either interpretation of it was bad.
"Cause when you kissed her, I couldn't help but wish it was me."
Interpretation #1: I still wasn't over Lana completely and only broke up with her because I loved her too much to hurt her any further. When I witnessed how quickly she had moved on and the fact it was with one of my assumed closest friends, I couldn't help but wish I was still with her. This interpretation was false on all counts but possibly the best way anyone else could see it as. This way, Lex didn't look at me weirdly. On the other hand, he could become angry with me, thinking I might steal Lana away from him and what not. Let me repeat: this interpretation was false on all counts.
Interpretation #2: I had fallen in love with Lex over the year and always been a little jealous of his girlfriend, etc. But I always had Lana there and never thought much of it. But after the breakup with Lana and witnessing her kissing Lex, all my fantasies about Lex came abrupting to the surface. This interpretation was one hundred percent correct. If people saw it this way, however, Lex might feel different about our friendship, and other people would feel differently about me completely. In no way could I win.
"Lana..." The question was though, do I go with a fictional version and have Lana hate me, or the truth and have Lana...still hate me. "It's not like that."
"Then what is it like Clark?" She was walking towards me and then kneeling next to me. There was no way she was going to let this go. I was at a loss for words. What were you supposed to tell someone in this situation? And then, like a saving grace, my cell phone rang. I exhaled slowly, as to not show how thankful I was for this call. She stood up and walked over to the steps, rubbing her hand on her forehead. I quickly reached for the phone and smiled at the name 'LOIS' written across it in big black letters. Of course she informed me of how things were with my mom, etc. It was a good thing Lois could talk the ears off an elephant because Lana began to get annoyed and I could tell she was about to leave. I hung up the phone and she just stared at me with pleading eyes. "We can talk later, I have to be somewhere."
Without even waiting for a reply from me she took off down the steps. I went to the window to watch her leave. I never felt so isolated in my entire life. No matter how different I was and how I thought I was going to be alone forever, those feelings didn't come close to being as bad as they were now. The fact that no one was around to console me hurt even more. And then, Lex came.