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Post by Chloe on Sept 15, 2007 14:48:52 GMT -5
The red paint on Chloe’s beetle shone brightly for the split second it took for the sun to completely disappear behind the horizon, a view clearly seen from where she had just pulled up at the Kent farm. Getting her bag and hooking it over her shoulder she got out of the car, locked it and headed over to the front door, knocking on the painted white dorr before going in.
Clark? She called, looking for her best friend. Reason? Well, her excuse was that she needed help with her homework.
‘Oh hey Chloe, Clarks in the barn. Go on up, he’s not doing anything.’
‘Hi Mrs Kent.’ She smiled brightly, ‘Thanks’
‘No problem dear.’
She smiled again, and left, heading now towards the barn where Clark seemed to spend a lot of time. Him and his telescope, no surprises what, or should i say who, he was looking at.
Climbing the wooden stairs, there he was peering through the telescope, the end pointed in the direction of Lana’s house. ‘You know Clark, one of these days I’m going to tell Lana your spying on her.’ |
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Post by Clark on Sept 15, 2007 15:02:15 GMT -5
Clark stood, alone on his loft, staring out through his telescope, a telescope not aimed at the sky to view the stars, but at the Lang’s porch where Lana sat alone, her nose submerged in a book. He wasn’t spying, nooo, he was just making sure she was ok. Ye that was what he was doing, making sure she was ok. He watched as Whitney’s car pulled up, and then looked away, at the same time as someone spoke behind him. A voice very familiar to him.
He jumped. Yes, both physically and mentally he jumped, hitting his head on one of the lower beams. A beam that was still over 7 feet up though. Oh nuts. He span round, and relaxed a little when he saw Chloe, who hadn’t noticed his little bump due to the fact she was rummaging ion her bag. Or at least, he had hoped she hadn’t seen. ‘Chloe!’ he said brightly, grinning, standing there and watching her as she headed over. ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked, wondering why she was here. Not nastily, but as far as he knew there were no stories in this part of Smallville. At least none that he knew about.
‘And for the record, I wasn’t spying on Lana.’
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Post by Chloe on Sept 15, 2007 15:15:41 GMT -5
‘yep, and when I believe that you weren’t spying on Lana Lang with your telescope, a telescope which is not pointed at the sky but in the direction of Lana’s house might I add, is the day that pigs will sprout wings and fly across Smallville.’ She smiled, jokingly and went to stand near the open doors, near Clark, looking out at the farm. It was rather beautiful when you thought about it. Hell you didn’t even have to think about it, it just was. It was peaceful too, and she could sort of see why Clark spent all of his time up here.
Spinning around she smiled. ‘What? I need an excuse to come visit my best friend?’ she asked, looking offended, but the look on his face told her that he wasn’t buying it, and she dropped the facade. ‘Ok...i cam round ‘cause i need help with our history assignment. The computer at the Torch crashed, and i knew you had already done yours so...’ Lies. All of it. Her computer hadn’t crashed, and in truth she already had the homework written up and saved ready to print of. But you know, it was all for the greater Chloe good. |
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Post by Clark on Sept 15, 2007 15:35:21 GMT -5
Clark just laughed, shaking his head a little. ‘Chloe, you always have an alterior motive. It’s like, in your nature or something.’ He turned away, and headed for the sofa, well one of the two, and sat down pulling his own book from somewhere, with his own assignment within. The wonderful world of Henry the eighth. How intriguing, a guy who went around lobbing his wives heads off.
‘Okay.’ He asked, looking up at her and motioning for her to sit down. He flipped open the book to his assignment, three sheets of paper, the edges curled and damaged where they had stuck from within the book. ‘How far have you got?’
Truth was, Chloe was way better at history than him, and even though there was a small chance that she really was stuck, he seriously doubted it. Hey, she was a journalist, and he had already mentioned the alterior motives thing.
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Post by Chloe on Sept 15, 2007 15:49:51 GMT -5
Chloe grinned, sitting down next to him and pulling her own history book from her bag, followed by the notebook she was rarely without. A journalist serotype that she actually lived up to. Now all she needed was the press pass and she was sorted. Oh, and the job at the daily planet wouldn’t hurt either.
‘Okay, so, i got the basic jist of everything.’ She said, making up and explanation, ‘But, it’s like the fine details i need. I mean, why did he go around killing his wives anyways? How did he ever get them in the first place? Look at him, he’s a fat slob.’ She said, pointing to the picture of a painting in the book, that showed Henry with his rather large stomach.
She looked at Clark and smiled, hoping he was buying it. Ok..so she did have an alterior motive...two actually. |
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Post by Clark on Sept 15, 2007 16:05:20 GMT -5
Lark smirked. ‘Chloe, he was the king. H had money. There’s one motive for marrying him. Motive for killing them? He found out about their reason for marrying him.’ He grinned. There was no way he was acing this paper, but he shouldn’t do too bad. Hopefully.
He turned to look at Chloe, and saw it in her face, and knew he was right. She wasn’t here to do history assignments. He smirked, and lent back on the sofa, relaxing. ‘Okay Chloe, what do you want? Really. I know you’re not here for the assignment, you would have bought your laptop.’
Now he was intrigued. Perhaps she had a story she wanted to look up or something, i mean that was usually why she bought her notebook. Any other time, it was her laptop, Chloe’s pride and joy, besides her job at the paper anyway.
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Post by Chloe on Sept 16, 2007 8:27:57 GMT -5
Chloe grinned. Ok, so she had caught him. Why, because actually there was a story she wanted to check out, to see whether it was true or not yet she had ask some questions. And who better to ask, than someone supposed in the know? But, first there was something she wanted to ask him.
‘So what did your dad say about the football things anyways?’ she asked. She knew that Mr Kent had been in the football team years ago, but whether he was now...but the look on Clark’s face told her all she needed to know. He wouldn’t sign it. ‘Bummer. But, i know what will take you mind of it!’
With that she was stood back up and heading back down the stairs from the loft. ‘I think I’m on to something clarky boy.’ Then with a smile she was gone, back out of the barn and opening the door to her car once more, knowing fine well he wouldn’t be too far behind him. |
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Post by Clark on Sept 16, 2007 8:42:38 GMT -5
Clark just laughed, following her out of the barn. It was true; his dad wouldn’t let him join the football team. Why? Because he was scared. Yep. His dad was scared he would hurt somebody out there. Bang goes that dream, the one of impressing Lana and becoming Smallville’s football hero. And he could be so good too...
Grabbing his jacket, he ran down the wooden stairs, (at normal speed) and got into the car. ‘Okay, I’m here. So what’s this all about anyways?’ He asked, pulling the seatbelt across his torso and plugging it in to the little receiver thingy at the other side. Yes receiver thingy...did it even have a name?
So, he couldn’t help really but wonder why she hadn’t said anything in the first place. Usually she would call him and tell him to get his ass somewhere, not make some story up about homework.
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