Kissing In A Tree 4.8
Heroes was pretty darn good. I may have a new show to tape! Mohinder/anyone, anyone?
Smart and hot, my favorite combination!
~~~
She ducked low until she gave the room a quick once over.
No one was there.
The office was vast, to say the very least. But it wasn’t what Chloe would have thought of when she saw the nightly news preach of big business scandals and the heads of the companies that would take advantage of their employee’s retirement plans. There was a fine cherry wood desk that sat by the big windows. The floor was carpeted in a deep burgundy, and was soft underfoot as she tip toed further in. Off to the right there were file cabinets like in her father’s office, but even bigger, and a large metal vault.
She took in all of these things as she walked in alone.
No big scary overcoats or smoky backroom dealings. Too much sunshine came in through the windows for that.
“Ah, divine.”
The voice made her jump.
There was a boy sitting on the big grey leather couch that she somehow had missed. How she could have bothered her usual senses. Especially when the sight was one not to forget. It was a young boy, about her age. He had not one hair upon his head. The boy wore a lavender shirt and dark pants, lounging on his side while drinking something purple from a long stemmed dark glass.
“You shouldn’t be drinking that!” She scolded him.
He smirked.
“And why not?”
“It’s old people’s drink.”
The boy took another sip and laughed.
“It’s grape juice. My favorite.”
Chloe took some notes on the looks of the room.
She wondered what she should do.
No illegal activities meant no stories.
How boring! I’ll never break the ceiling now!
“Taking notes?” A voice asked over her shoulder and she jumped again with a small yelp.
“How did you do that?” The boy was by her side and she had never heard him.
“Not everyone is as noisy or nosy as you.”
Chloe decided to ask for some help, even if the boy was acting a little strange. There was no one else around to ask that wouldn’t want to shoo her out.
“Wanna know a secret?”
The boy was all ears now, though that annoying smirk was still on his face.
“Sure.”
“I’m a reporter. I got a tip from Loi-er, my super secret source that there was skeletons in the closet here. Did you see any? Or in the vault?”
Lex shook his head.
“Crabapples! Now what am I gonna do for a story?”
“I could show you what’s inside the vault.”
Stars started dancing in Chloe’s brain. She started to drool at all the possibilities behind that locked door that she could not open. There must be some stuff in there that would be highly dangerous and explosive. She would settle for a mad scientist at this point.
“Oh, thank you, er, what was your name?”
“Lex.”
“‘Kay. I’m Chloe. But my undercover name is Deep Coat.”
Snickering from the bald boy.
“Hey! Thinking up cool secret names is hard! Do you want an animalias?”
"Lex is fine.”
“You’re no fun. All right, now how do we open it?” She turned to the vault.
“First wash your hands in the sink.”
“I have stealth gloves.”
He glared.
“Okay, okay.”
She did so, and he watched her, making sure she scrubbed until her hands turned slightly pink. She dried them with a very soft paper towel.
“You’ll owe me a favor.”
She blanched.
“What do you want?”
He shook his head.
“In time. You’ll see.”
“I promise...wait! I uphold one Santa ‘clause. No kissing.”
He had the nerve to laugh.
“Fine with me.”
“Hey, I’m not ugly! Don’t laugh at me!”
The bald boy merely shook his head again as if this were the funniest thing he ever heard and started for the vault door. There was a security camera there above pointed at him. The lock had a number punch sequence code, and the digits went up to 99.
“Turn around for a minute.”
“No funny business, mister.” She pointed a finger at him.
“Your lips are safe with me.” He chuckled and after a moment she heard the door swing open.
She whirled around and stepped forward.
“At last!”
Lex stood to the side, motioning her in.
“Take your time.”
“I will, and I promise to give you a byline when I mention any hot bunk beds of con’piracy!”
She stepped into the cool air of the vaulted room.
I’m gonna be the greatest, the best, I’m gonna be...
Boxes upon boxes rested on long shelves as she started down rows. She picked a box at random and waited for the surprises to begin. The plastic sheathing was tough to get open, but when it did a thin paged document fell out. Bright primary colors jumped out at her. A bald man in a purple costume was tied up on the cover. What appeared to be his enemy was a man in the left, dark haired and green eyed in black, wringing his hands in joy. WARRIOR ANGEL #146 The caption read, “How will the Man of Steel get out of this tight spot?”
She thought it was a fluke, and opened another box. The same two men were now in different positions. This time the evil man had a death ray pointed at the earth but the purple man had his arms wrapped around him to prevent him from shooting. #468 “Will there be an Explosion in space!?”
Rows of comic books were sealed behind plastic in the room, she finally figured out. The whole blasted room was a science geek’s dream.
She sighed when she saw the boy enter the room, smirking.
“You are the biggest dork I have ever met.”
He smirked yet again.
“Special issue number eight hundred and twelve is my personal favorite.”
“You must have a bazillion pocket protectors.”
“That’s when they make a truce.”
Chloe looked for a way out of all of the spandex clad pages, and found she was trapped.
“Save me from all the geekiness!”
Lex merely took another sip from his newly filled grape juice.
“Mmm. If you ask nicely, you can read it.”
~~~
Smart and hot, my favorite combination!
~~~
She ducked low until she gave the room a quick once over.
No one was there.
The office was vast, to say the very least. But it wasn’t what Chloe would have thought of when she saw the nightly news preach of big business scandals and the heads of the companies that would take advantage of their employee’s retirement plans. There was a fine cherry wood desk that sat by the big windows. The floor was carpeted in a deep burgundy, and was soft underfoot as she tip toed further in. Off to the right there were file cabinets like in her father’s office, but even bigger, and a large metal vault.
She took in all of these things as she walked in alone.
No big scary overcoats or smoky backroom dealings. Too much sunshine came in through the windows for that.
“Ah, divine.”
The voice made her jump.
There was a boy sitting on the big grey leather couch that she somehow had missed. How she could have bothered her usual senses. Especially when the sight was one not to forget. It was a young boy, about her age. He had not one hair upon his head. The boy wore a lavender shirt and dark pants, lounging on his side while drinking something purple from a long stemmed dark glass.
“You shouldn’t be drinking that!” She scolded him.
He smirked.
“And why not?”
“It’s old people’s drink.”
The boy took another sip and laughed.
“It’s grape juice. My favorite.”
Chloe took some notes on the looks of the room.
She wondered what she should do.
No illegal activities meant no stories.
How boring! I’ll never break the ceiling now!
“Taking notes?” A voice asked over her shoulder and she jumped again with a small yelp.
“How did you do that?” The boy was by her side and she had never heard him.
“Not everyone is as noisy or nosy as you.”
Chloe decided to ask for some help, even if the boy was acting a little strange. There was no one else around to ask that wouldn’t want to shoo her out.
“Wanna know a secret?”
The boy was all ears now, though that annoying smirk was still on his face.
“Sure.”
“I’m a reporter. I got a tip from Loi-er, my super secret source that there was skeletons in the closet here. Did you see any? Or in the vault?”
Lex shook his head.
“Crabapples! Now what am I gonna do for a story?”
“I could show you what’s inside the vault.”
Stars started dancing in Chloe’s brain. She started to drool at all the possibilities behind that locked door that she could not open. There must be some stuff in there that would be highly dangerous and explosive. She would settle for a mad scientist at this point.
“Oh, thank you, er, what was your name?”
“Lex.”
“‘Kay. I’m Chloe. But my undercover name is Deep Coat.”
Snickering from the bald boy.
“Hey! Thinking up cool secret names is hard! Do you want an animalias?”
"Lex is fine.”
“You’re no fun. All right, now how do we open it?” She turned to the vault.
“First wash your hands in the sink.”
“I have stealth gloves.”
He glared.
“Okay, okay.”
She did so, and he watched her, making sure she scrubbed until her hands turned slightly pink. She dried them with a very soft paper towel.
“You’ll owe me a favor.”
She blanched.
“What do you want?”
He shook his head.
“In time. You’ll see.”
“I promise...wait! I uphold one Santa ‘clause. No kissing.”
He had the nerve to laugh.
“Fine with me.”
“Hey, I’m not ugly! Don’t laugh at me!”
The bald boy merely shook his head again as if this were the funniest thing he ever heard and started for the vault door. There was a security camera there above pointed at him. The lock had a number punch sequence code, and the digits went up to 99.
“Turn around for a minute.”
“No funny business, mister.” She pointed a finger at him.
“Your lips are safe with me.” He chuckled and after a moment she heard the door swing open.
She whirled around and stepped forward.
“At last!”
Lex stood to the side, motioning her in.
“Take your time.”
“I will, and I promise to give you a byline when I mention any hot bunk beds of con’piracy!”
She stepped into the cool air of the vaulted room.
I’m gonna be the greatest, the best, I’m gonna be...
Boxes upon boxes rested on long shelves as she started down rows. She picked a box at random and waited for the surprises to begin. The plastic sheathing was tough to get open, but when it did a thin paged document fell out. Bright primary colors jumped out at her. A bald man in a purple costume was tied up on the cover. What appeared to be his enemy was a man in the left, dark haired and green eyed in black, wringing his hands in joy. WARRIOR ANGEL #146 The caption read, “How will the Man of Steel get out of this tight spot?”
She thought it was a fluke, and opened another box. The same two men were now in different positions. This time the evil man had a death ray pointed at the earth but the purple man had his arms wrapped around him to prevent him from shooting. #468 “Will there be an Explosion in space!?”
Rows of comic books were sealed behind plastic in the room, she finally figured out. The whole blasted room was a science geek’s dream.
She sighed when she saw the boy enter the room, smirking.
“You are the biggest dork I have ever met.”
He smirked yet again.
“Special issue number eight hundred and twelve is my personal favorite.”
“You must have a bazillion pocket protectors.”
“That’s when they make a truce.”
Chloe looked for a way out of all of the spandex clad pages, and found she was trapped.
“Save me from all the geekiness!”
Lex merely took another sip from his newly filled grape juice.
“Mmm. If you ask nicely, you can read it.”
~~~