Kissing In A Tree 2.3
Hee. That is all. I just get a natural high off of creating. Cheap but effective!
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Jonathan sneezed as he opened a draw to find one of his hammers. The tools seemed to magically disappear when Clark pretended to play handyman.
And he’d always bend them right back if he played too strongly.
But now he was growing up, and turning to other interests.
And idolization. That’s all that Luthor kid was. Jonathan refused to think otherwise. Especially since he had finished off another bottle of Advil in the same week.
He felt his determination slip as he proceeded to visit Clark in the loft, which had been transformed into an entirely different place in his estimation.
“Hi, daddy!” Clark said as he smoothed out another towel.
“What’s going on, sport?”
“Pete says I gotta set the mood!” Blinding smile.
“Mood?”
“Yeah. I asked Lex to come over and he said yes so now I gotta get it moving or there can be no grooving.”
“Grooving?” Jonathan felt miles out of his league.
“That’s what the psycho said. And he’s always right.”
“Huh?”
“Daddy, help me put out the pillows!”
“Why do you need them?” He asked desperately.
“So we can study comfy.”
“Then why the towels on the couch?”
“Mood, daddy. How many times do I gotta tell you?” Clark rolled his eyes as he fluffed out another towel.
“So you need to feel comfortable to study?” That was understandable.
“‘Course, why else?”
“No reason.”
Jonathan felt a little silly so he started to retreat.
“Perfect!”
The colorful towels made the room look like a decorator went berserk on the rainbow.
Clark ran over to his little play tape recorder and stuck in a tape and pressed play.
“And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are...” The boy tried to sing along, horribly off key.
“Study music.” Jonathan said helplessly.
Clark took a deep breath as he looked about with no more to do and bit his lip anxiously.
“It’s gotta work. It’s just gotta.”
“Clark I think we need to talk...”
“No time. It’s Lex time!” Clark tried puckering up faces in the mirror but only laughed.
“Clark, really now.”
But the sound of a car coming up the drive had Clark running as fast as if his legs were set on fire.
Jonathan came in the front just in time to see Clark jump and hug and hold onto the bald boy. He looked to be very familiar. Karma had just bit him yet again, Jonathan suspected.
“Clark, what did we say about pouncing on guests?” He joined Martha on the porch.
“But it’s Lex! Lex, you don’t mind?”
“It’s all right.” The other boy kind of smirked.
“See? Everybody’s happy!”
“Clark.”
“All right.” Clark merely let go.
A ring and Lex took out a cell phone to talk to someone.
“Mom says I can stay however long I’m welcome.”
“Forever!” Clark held onto his hand.
“How about dinner?” Martha settled.
Maybe Jonathan could afford another trip to the store.
Martha leaned in to whisper something to him.
“At least he’ll be a good provider.”
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Jonathan sneezed as he opened a draw to find one of his hammers. The tools seemed to magically disappear when Clark pretended to play handyman.
And he’d always bend them right back if he played too strongly.
But now he was growing up, and turning to other interests.
And idolization. That’s all that Luthor kid was. Jonathan refused to think otherwise. Especially since he had finished off another bottle of Advil in the same week.
He felt his determination slip as he proceeded to visit Clark in the loft, which had been transformed into an entirely different place in his estimation.
“Hi, daddy!” Clark said as he smoothed out another towel.
“What’s going on, sport?”
“Pete says I gotta set the mood!” Blinding smile.
“Mood?”
“Yeah. I asked Lex to come over and he said yes so now I gotta get it moving or there can be no grooving.”
“Grooving?” Jonathan felt miles out of his league.
“That’s what the psycho said. And he’s always right.”
“Huh?”
“Daddy, help me put out the pillows!”
“Why do you need them?” He asked desperately.
“So we can study comfy.”
“Then why the towels on the couch?”
“Mood, daddy. How many times do I gotta tell you?” Clark rolled his eyes as he fluffed out another towel.
“So you need to feel comfortable to study?” That was understandable.
“‘Course, why else?”
“No reason.”
Jonathan felt a little silly so he started to retreat.
“Perfect!”
The colorful towels made the room look like a decorator went berserk on the rainbow.
Clark ran over to his little play tape recorder and stuck in a tape and pressed play.
“And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are...” The boy tried to sing along, horribly off key.
“Study music.” Jonathan said helplessly.
Clark took a deep breath as he looked about with no more to do and bit his lip anxiously.
“It’s gotta work. It’s just gotta.”
“Clark I think we need to talk...”
“No time. It’s Lex time!” Clark tried puckering up faces in the mirror but only laughed.
“Clark, really now.”
But the sound of a car coming up the drive had Clark running as fast as if his legs were set on fire.
Jonathan came in the front just in time to see Clark jump and hug and hold onto the bald boy. He looked to be very familiar. Karma had just bit him yet again, Jonathan suspected.
“Clark, what did we say about pouncing on guests?” He joined Martha on the porch.
“But it’s Lex! Lex, you don’t mind?”
“It’s all right.” The other boy kind of smirked.
“See? Everybody’s happy!”
“Clark.”
“All right.” Clark merely let go.
A ring and Lex took out a cell phone to talk to someone.
“Mom says I can stay however long I’m welcome.”
“Forever!” Clark held onto his hand.
“How about dinner?” Martha settled.
Maybe Jonathan could afford another trip to the store.
Martha leaned in to whisper something to him.
“At least he’ll be a good provider.”
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