Kissing In A Tree 5.8
Yay. Finally update. That new guy barely lasted a week and a half. I was deader for when he quit I was the only waitress with the help of the cashier. Good news better money. Bad news, less energy for decent writing. V-day I met my one true forever love.
Chocolate. Will. Never. Abandon. Me!
IlurveFruitsBasket!IlurveFruitsbasket!
~~~~~~~
Clark wrung his hands in anticipation as he waited for his doctor to give the cure for his illness. He would do anything if only it would get him rid of the unbearable germs. He’d swim to the bottom of the ocean, wrestle with giant lions, run faster than a choo choo, kangaroo jump all the way up to the tallest buildings in a single hop, anything!
“Spin around clockwise one hundred times.”
“Huh?” Clark slipped out of his adventurous dreams.
“Spin!”
So Clark started spinning. The whole world soon started to spin with him.
“Sing the alphabet song.”
“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, hijklmn, oh, um, p!”
He kept going around and around by Pete’s orders, though his doctor looked like a small dark stone in the midst of his singing. His head hurt but he would keep going. He would get rid of every last girl germ whatever it took.
“Next...time...won’t you...SING...WITH...ME!”
“Keep going. The bugs are flying off!”
“Good.”
“Now spin the other way. And sing the Tea Cup Song!”
“But I hate that song!”
“Then I guess you won’t even get to kiss Lex goodbye.” The blur told him.
No more Lex?
Clark winced.
Then started turning the opposite way. He reddened and began singing unhappily.
“I’m a little teacup, short and stout!”
Clark was not feeling good at all. He wanted to just fall to the ground like a big anchor. But it probably wasn’t for much longer. All he had to do was keep on a little longer.
“Sip me over and pour me out!” He even made his arm crook for good effect.
Then he really did fall over onto the ground. Little sparkles like stars danced across his vision. He gasped for breath as everything kept turning around even after he had finally stopped. He was plum wore out.
“Dizzy now.”
“Good, that means we got some of the worst off you.”
“There’s more?” Clark groaned.
“Cooties are ‘insist’instant’.”
He started up shakily to his feet after another minute.
“Now what?”
Pete paced a few moments before clapping his hands together.
“Vapors! Girls get the vapors. You gotta get rid of those next.”
“How?” Clark sniffed himself. No rotten egg scent met his nose. Maybe only girls knew about it and that was why they used that gross perfume stuff to hide it.
“Gather me a pile of grass.”
Very quickly clumps of green were in a pile next to Pete’s feet. He kept urging for more until it was a hill up to their knees. He then asked for two big rocks which Clark found on the gravel track that circled the playground.
“Now we’re gonna be a-potty-caries. Start pounding.”
So then Clark hit the pile over and over and made the blades of grass smaller and smaller. He could smell the green if that was possible. It smelt great, like the times his father went out if he had the opportunity to go and mow the yard. The green smell tickled his nose in a pleasant way.
“Kay, that’s enough. Start rolling.”
And Clark rolled back and forth in his pile of grass.
“Scrub real hard.”
Clark rubbed the stems on his arms.
“Don’t forget behind those ears, young man.” Pete shook a finger.
Clark ‘washed’ there as well.
“Okay, you made it. Only one final thing to do.”
Clark threw a handful of grass in the air and watched it fall, wanting to do it again. This kind of bath was just what he needed.
Pete pretended to be holding something in his hands.
“Come here and roll up your sleeve.”
That got his attention real fast.
“What...what is that?”
Pete flicked the tip with his fingers.
“Your shot.”
Clark started to run.
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOPE! NOPE! AND NO!
He found himself in a ditch behind the track.
“Clark wait! You’re not cured yet.”
“I don’t want a cure no more!” Clark trembled in the dirt.
Pete frowned.
“But it’s an imaginary shot. See?”
He peeked from under his hands.
It was invisible.
But.
“Needles are bad, no matter what kind.” His mommy said so for him.
He stuck his tongue out.
“Chicken! Buck buck-ba-gaak! Buck buck-ba-gaak!” Pete flapped his arms.
“You can’t make me!” Clark ran to a tree and hid behind it.
Pete followed again.
“‘C’mon Mr. Chicken! Take your shot!”
Clark sniffled. He didn’t know what to do. He gripped the bark a bit too hard and a chunk came off in his hand. He threw it down.
“Please no shot! Please don’t shot me! Anything else! Please!” He begged.
Pete stopped in his tracks.
He stroked his non beard, and sighed.
“All right. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna make you cry or nothing. I was just teasing.”
Clark breathed in relief.
“Here’s a pill. Take two and call me Charlie in the morning.” Pete held out one of his Flintstones vitamins that he’d gotten from home.
Clark took it and swallowed.
“So I’m cured?”
“Yup.” Pete nodded.
“Yay!”
He hugged Pete.
“You’re the best Psycho ever!”
“I am, aren’t I?” Pete grinned.
~~~~
Lex finally had negotiations in place. His ensemble guard consisted at first of Hope and Mercy. Now he had Billy, Eric, Ren, and to his annoyance, Wally. The boy wouldn’t shut up until he said he could play bodyguard as well for awhile. Lex knew he only did it because he wanted to impress Chloe and be her ‘spy’.
Like he would ever fall for that.
“Never fear Wally is here! I’ll get them! Let me at them! When do I get those cool shades like the girls?”
“Go check on the outskirts for now. We could have an advance attack at any moment.” He needed him to be away.
Now.
“Roger that, Bosso Supremeo!” The red head sped off and did a jog.
He split the others up around him to guard him in a kind of large circle. Only Hope and Mercy, his trusted lieutenants, got to guard him up close.
Now all he was missing was a certain brunette.
“Hey, Lex.”
The boy on his thoughts walked shyly towards him. He was extremely dusty and had threads of grass all over him, even bits sticking out of his hair like little corn stalks. His clothes were scuffed and he had a slight rip in the collar of his shirt. He smiled at Lex.
Lex didn’t care the littlest bit about his appearance.
“Hi.”
Clark took a deep breath.
“Can I hold your hand?”
Lex bothered not to answer, and fit his left hand in with the other boy’s right.
It felt really nice.
And before he knew it, he was smiling back.
“Want to go on the swings?”
The warmth in their palms mingled, and Clark swung them back and forth some for fun.
“‘Kay. But there’s always a big line.”
“No problem. I know a guy.”
Green eyes blinked over this, but Lex held him even closer to distract him until he knew Clark was too flustered by the light nuzzling at his neck.
Whatever you want. Just keep smiling.
Chocolate. Will. Never. Abandon. Me!
IlurveFruitsBasket!IlurveFruitsbasket!
~~~~~~~
Clark wrung his hands in anticipation as he waited for his doctor to give the cure for his illness. He would do anything if only it would get him rid of the unbearable germs. He’d swim to the bottom of the ocean, wrestle with giant lions, run faster than a choo choo, kangaroo jump all the way up to the tallest buildings in a single hop, anything!
“Spin around clockwise one hundred times.”
“Huh?” Clark slipped out of his adventurous dreams.
“Spin!”
So Clark started spinning. The whole world soon started to spin with him.
“Sing the alphabet song.”
“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, hijklmn, oh, um, p!”
He kept going around and around by Pete’s orders, though his doctor looked like a small dark stone in the midst of his singing. His head hurt but he would keep going. He would get rid of every last girl germ whatever it took.
“Next...time...won’t you...SING...WITH...ME!”
“Keep going. The bugs are flying off!”
“Good.”
“Now spin the other way. And sing the Tea Cup Song!”
“But I hate that song!”
“Then I guess you won’t even get to kiss Lex goodbye.” The blur told him.
No more Lex?
Clark winced.
Then started turning the opposite way. He reddened and began singing unhappily.
“I’m a little teacup, short and stout!”
Clark was not feeling good at all. He wanted to just fall to the ground like a big anchor. But it probably wasn’t for much longer. All he had to do was keep on a little longer.
“Sip me over and pour me out!” He even made his arm crook for good effect.
Then he really did fall over onto the ground. Little sparkles like stars danced across his vision. He gasped for breath as everything kept turning around even after he had finally stopped. He was plum wore out.
“Dizzy now.”
“Good, that means we got some of the worst off you.”
“There’s more?” Clark groaned.
“Cooties are ‘insist’instant’.”
He started up shakily to his feet after another minute.
“Now what?”
Pete paced a few moments before clapping his hands together.
“Vapors! Girls get the vapors. You gotta get rid of those next.”
“How?” Clark sniffed himself. No rotten egg scent met his nose. Maybe only girls knew about it and that was why they used that gross perfume stuff to hide it.
“Gather me a pile of grass.”
Very quickly clumps of green were in a pile next to Pete’s feet. He kept urging for more until it was a hill up to their knees. He then asked for two big rocks which Clark found on the gravel track that circled the playground.
“Now we’re gonna be a-potty-caries. Start pounding.”
So then Clark hit the pile over and over and made the blades of grass smaller and smaller. He could smell the green if that was possible. It smelt great, like the times his father went out if he had the opportunity to go and mow the yard. The green smell tickled his nose in a pleasant way.
“Kay, that’s enough. Start rolling.”
And Clark rolled back and forth in his pile of grass.
“Scrub real hard.”
Clark rubbed the stems on his arms.
“Don’t forget behind those ears, young man.” Pete shook a finger.
Clark ‘washed’ there as well.
“Okay, you made it. Only one final thing to do.”
Clark threw a handful of grass in the air and watched it fall, wanting to do it again. This kind of bath was just what he needed.
Pete pretended to be holding something in his hands.
“Come here and roll up your sleeve.”
That got his attention real fast.
“What...what is that?”
Pete flicked the tip with his fingers.
“Your shot.”
Clark started to run.
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOPE! NOPE! AND NO!
He found himself in a ditch behind the track.
“Clark wait! You’re not cured yet.”
“I don’t want a cure no more!” Clark trembled in the dirt.
Pete frowned.
“But it’s an imaginary shot. See?”
He peeked from under his hands.
It was invisible.
But.
“Needles are bad, no matter what kind.” His mommy said so for him.
He stuck his tongue out.
“Chicken! Buck buck-ba-gaak! Buck buck-ba-gaak!” Pete flapped his arms.
“You can’t make me!” Clark ran to a tree and hid behind it.
Pete followed again.
“‘C’mon Mr. Chicken! Take your shot!”
Clark sniffled. He didn’t know what to do. He gripped the bark a bit too hard and a chunk came off in his hand. He threw it down.
“Please no shot! Please don’t shot me! Anything else! Please!” He begged.
Pete stopped in his tracks.
He stroked his non beard, and sighed.
“All right. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna make you cry or nothing. I was just teasing.”
Clark breathed in relief.
“Here’s a pill. Take two and call me Charlie in the morning.” Pete held out one of his Flintstones vitamins that he’d gotten from home.
Clark took it and swallowed.
“So I’m cured?”
“Yup.” Pete nodded.
“Yay!”
He hugged Pete.
“You’re the best Psycho ever!”
“I am, aren’t I?” Pete grinned.
~~~~
Lex finally had negotiations in place. His ensemble guard consisted at first of Hope and Mercy. Now he had Billy, Eric, Ren, and to his annoyance, Wally. The boy wouldn’t shut up until he said he could play bodyguard as well for awhile. Lex knew he only did it because he wanted to impress Chloe and be her ‘spy’.
Like he would ever fall for that.
“Never fear Wally is here! I’ll get them! Let me at them! When do I get those cool shades like the girls?”
“Go check on the outskirts for now. We could have an advance attack at any moment.” He needed him to be away.
Now.
“Roger that, Bosso Supremeo!” The red head sped off and did a jog.
He split the others up around him to guard him in a kind of large circle. Only Hope and Mercy, his trusted lieutenants, got to guard him up close.
Now all he was missing was a certain brunette.
“Hey, Lex.”
The boy on his thoughts walked shyly towards him. He was extremely dusty and had threads of grass all over him, even bits sticking out of his hair like little corn stalks. His clothes were scuffed and he had a slight rip in the collar of his shirt. He smiled at Lex.
Lex didn’t care the littlest bit about his appearance.
“Hi.”
Clark took a deep breath.
“Can I hold your hand?”
Lex bothered not to answer, and fit his left hand in with the other boy’s right.
It felt really nice.
And before he knew it, he was smiling back.
“Want to go on the swings?”
The warmth in their palms mingled, and Clark swung them back and forth some for fun.
“‘Kay. But there’s always a big line.”
“No problem. I know a guy.”
Green eyes blinked over this, but Lex held him even closer to distract him until he knew Clark was too flustered by the light nuzzling at his neck.
Whatever you want. Just keep smiling.