Meme
Tagged by: legendarytobes
So the meme: Ze Challenge Grande is to pull seven lines from the seventh page of your WIP. Then you're supposed to tag seven other writers. I didn't see any rules about posting lines from fics I haven't already posted, so anyway ...
There's only so many people to tag though, so please refer to Tobes tags +The Fallen Sky. :3
"So, how're your parents?" Chloe queried, walking alongside the tall, plaid-clad farmboy down one of Smallville's main roads (The town, despite it's surprisingly large population, was tiny) towards the local old folk's home. Clark had, for reasons unknown to her, decided to volunteer to care for the elderly, hilariously dragging Pete along with him.
"They're fine. Mom was a little shaken up from it all but she's doing better now, but dad's in another of those whole 'I hate the Luthors' moods, trying to forbid me from seeing Lex and all." He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know what Lex did this time."
"Who knows, maybe it's just the fact that he's the rich-boy son of Lionel Luthor that's got your dad going all "William Wallace" on him." She raised an eyebrow when he looked at her without comprehension. "Seriously, Clark? Braveheart? Scotland? "Fer he's the William Wa-llace!" She jaunted cheerfully. "Nothing? God, you really are sheltered, aren't you?"
She grinned when he blushed slightly, looking away. "Mom and dad don't let me watch anything much above PG-13 or with aliens in it." He explained bashfully.
Chloe paused. ""Nothing with aliens in it?" That's a little weird..."
"Well, with all the weird stuff that happens in Smallville, they didn't want me having nightmares. I think I'm never going to be over the age of 6 to mom." He shrugged.
The blonde chuckled at him. "Well, they are your parents and- ah, so that's it." She spoke shrewdly.
-And-
Chloe sighed as she got out of bed, getting ready for school. It had been nearly a week since the "Ian" incident and she found herself getting steadily more frustrated as the days wore on due to the changed behaviour of her friends.
Ever since getting out of the hospital Clark had been a lot more protective of her than usual and Lana seemed to be slightly distant from her. Thankfully Pete was acting pretty much normal, though he did keep cracking jokes at her expense; Some of which had caught on with the rest of the student body. Though she was irritated that the jocks of the school had occasionally taken to mockingly crowning her with one of his earlier nick-names; "Little blonde Hellcat", a crack at both her height and her attitude.
She casually pulled her coat open, slipping her arms through the sleeves and shrugging into it as she walked down the stairs.
Thankfully Clark was preoccupied as of late with a girl he had recently met by the name of Kyla, a young Kawatche whom seemed to be helping him gain an interest in Archaeology. She purposefully ignored the twinge of jealousy that sparked up at the thoughts of the two, together and alone down in the caves together.
Chloe casually reached out and twisted the latch, pulling the front door open.
She herself had recently interviewed the girl's Grandfather, a hard-headed man by the name of Joseph Willowbrook with a deep-seated distrust of anything not related to the caves, something which fortunately, for him, didn't seem to include Clark.
"Chloe." Speak of the devil.
Really have to get on that one ASAP. :)
So the meme: Ze Challenge Grande is to pull seven lines from the seventh page of your WIP. Then you're supposed to tag seven other writers. I didn't see any rules about posting lines from fics I haven't already posted, so anyway ...
There's only so many people to tag though, so please refer to Tobes tags +The Fallen Sky. :3
"So, how're your parents?" Chloe queried, walking alongside the tall, plaid-clad farmboy down one of Smallville's main roads (The town, despite it's surprisingly large population, was tiny) towards the local old folk's home. Clark had, for reasons unknown to her, decided to volunteer to care for the elderly, hilariously dragging Pete along with him.
"They're fine. Mom was a little shaken up from it all but she's doing better now, but dad's in another of those whole 'I hate the Luthors' moods, trying to forbid me from seeing Lex and all." He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know what Lex did this time."
"Who knows, maybe it's just the fact that he's the rich-boy son of Lionel Luthor that's got your dad going all "William Wallace" on him." She raised an eyebrow when he looked at her without comprehension. "Seriously, Clark? Braveheart? Scotland? "Fer he's the William Wa-llace!" She jaunted cheerfully. "Nothing? God, you really are sheltered, aren't you?"
She grinned when he blushed slightly, looking away. "Mom and dad don't let me watch anything much above PG-13 or with aliens in it." He explained bashfully.
Chloe paused. ""Nothing with aliens in it?" That's a little weird..."
"Well, with all the weird stuff that happens in Smallville, they didn't want me having nightmares. I think I'm never going to be over the age of 6 to mom." He shrugged.
The blonde chuckled at him. "Well, they are your parents and- ah, so that's it." She spoke shrewdly.
-And-
Chloe sighed as she got out of bed, getting ready for school. It had been nearly a week since the "Ian" incident and she found herself getting steadily more frustrated as the days wore on due to the changed behaviour of her friends.
Ever since getting out of the hospital Clark had been a lot more protective of her than usual and Lana seemed to be slightly distant from her. Thankfully Pete was acting pretty much normal, though he did keep cracking jokes at her expense; Some of which had caught on with the rest of the student body. Though she was irritated that the jocks of the school had occasionally taken to mockingly crowning her with one of his earlier nick-names; "Little blonde Hellcat", a crack at both her height and her attitude.
She casually pulled her coat open, slipping her arms through the sleeves and shrugging into it as she walked down the stairs.
Thankfully Clark was preoccupied as of late with a girl he had recently met by the name of Kyla, a young Kawatche whom seemed to be helping him gain an interest in Archaeology. She purposefully ignored the twinge of jealousy that sparked up at the thoughts of the two, together and alone down in the caves together.
Chloe casually reached out and twisted the latch, pulling the front door open.
She herself had recently interviewed the girl's Grandfather, a hard-headed man by the name of Joseph Willowbrook with a deep-seated distrust of anything not related to the caves, something which fortunately, for him, didn't seem to include Clark.
"Chloe." Speak of the devil.
Really have to get on that one ASAP. :)