Smallville fic.
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burntcopperIn which the rest of the populace air their views.
Title : Overheard (1/1)
Author : Gunbunny
Email : snapdragon@beeb.net
Fandom : Smallville
Rating : :sigh: not even any swearing....
Summary : Just people's views on Clark and Lex. Not exactly great literature, more a few random musings.
Overheard.
In Fordman's, the sportswear section. "Lex Luthor came in to buy something from the bookstore today."
"Really? Anything interesting?"
"I'm not sure. That nice young Kent boy came in soon after, the one that's so good-looking."
"Oh, honey, I know. Why no girl's noticed him I don't know. He's just so handsome. And those muscles..."
"Dear, he's half your age."
"A girl can look, can't she? Go on, tell me more."
"Well, Lex turned round and Clark just lit up. Christmas trees have nothing on that boy's smile, I'm telling you. You could see exactly what Lex was thinking, and it was *not* along the lines of bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens."
---
Hardware store. "Glad I'm not Jonathan Kent."
"He's not gone into debt again, has he? That guy scrapes by on the skin of his teeth. How he made it through the last summer I don't know."
"Not as far as I know. No, I mean all the attention he gets from the Luthor boy. Be bad enough if that rich freak was going after your daughter."
"See your point. And he can't say anything because the wife likes to see the best in people and his boy isn't worldly enough to realise."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that. You ever seen them together? If the Kent boy was a girl you'd say he had a full-blown crush."
---
Talon. One of the waitresses dumps a tray of used mugs on the counter. "I wonder if we could post up a sign asking people to bring their own mugs back to the counter. It'd cut my workload in half."
"Wouldn't happen in a month of Sundays, Jen." The other replies, leaning on the counter, idly snapping her gum, looking at something.
"I live in hope. What're you looking at?"
"The Harlequin romance blazing in the corner over there."
"Oh, that. Do you think if you set a match between Clark's blushes and the looks Lex gives him it'd ignite?"
"You're thinking too small. I was reckoning more like a small forest. And could they be any more clichéd? Rich boy and farm boy. If sunsets happen, or possibly a rainy night, I may have to stage an open revolt against the overwhelming movie-ness of it all."
"I'm just wondering when our beloved manager-"
"- May she get buried in an avalanche of her tiaras -" They both chant fast.
"- is going to get a clue. Clark may do the puppy dog eyes near her, and she's definitely thinking of leaving the blond stud for cutie, but let Sexy Lexy walk in and the puppy-dog is gone. Her chances are out the door and accelerating over the horizon, 'cause she doesn’t even get a look-in if Lex is in the room."
"My heart bleeds for her. I just want to be a fly on the wall the day they walk in holding hands and she sees."
"Fake plastic emotions all round?"
"Hell yeah. God, even Chloe admits it's a lost cause, and that girl's had a crush for years. She was in here last night grumbling into her cappuccino about evil rich bastards with sex appeal out to here making it unfair for the rest of us."
Gets tapped on her arm. "What?"
"Just take a look over there."
"Ooo. Double whammy. Smirk *and* blush. What do you suppose he said?"
---
"Clark?" Lex asks. "What's wrong? You're looking a little uncomfortable."
Clark shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably. "I don't know, Lex. Do you ever get the feeling someone's talking about you? And not in a good way?"
"All the time, Clark." Lex smiles. "And I don't think, I know. It's one of the perks of being a Luthor."
END
Title : Overheard (1/1)
Author : Gunbunny
Email : snapdragon@beeb.net
Fandom : Smallville
Rating : :sigh: not even any swearing....
Summary : Just people's views on Clark and Lex. Not exactly great literature, more a few random musings.
Overheard.
In Fordman's, the sportswear section. "Lex Luthor came in to buy something from the bookstore today."
"Really? Anything interesting?"
"I'm not sure. That nice young Kent boy came in soon after, the one that's so good-looking."
"Oh, honey, I know. Why no girl's noticed him I don't know. He's just so handsome. And those muscles..."
"Dear, he's half your age."
"A girl can look, can't she? Go on, tell me more."
"Well, Lex turned round and Clark just lit up. Christmas trees have nothing on that boy's smile, I'm telling you. You could see exactly what Lex was thinking, and it was *not* along the lines of bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens."
---
Hardware store. "Glad I'm not Jonathan Kent."
"He's not gone into debt again, has he? That guy scrapes by on the skin of his teeth. How he made it through the last summer I don't know."
"Not as far as I know. No, I mean all the attention he gets from the Luthor boy. Be bad enough if that rich freak was going after your daughter."
"See your point. And he can't say anything because the wife likes to see the best in people and his boy isn't worldly enough to realise."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that. You ever seen them together? If the Kent boy was a girl you'd say he had a full-blown crush."
---
Talon. One of the waitresses dumps a tray of used mugs on the counter. "I wonder if we could post up a sign asking people to bring their own mugs back to the counter. It'd cut my workload in half."
"Wouldn't happen in a month of Sundays, Jen." The other replies, leaning on the counter, idly snapping her gum, looking at something.
"I live in hope. What're you looking at?"
"The Harlequin romance blazing in the corner over there."
"Oh, that. Do you think if you set a match between Clark's blushes and the looks Lex gives him it'd ignite?"
"You're thinking too small. I was reckoning more like a small forest. And could they be any more clichéd? Rich boy and farm boy. If sunsets happen, or possibly a rainy night, I may have to stage an open revolt against the overwhelming movie-ness of it all."
"I'm just wondering when our beloved manager-"
"- May she get buried in an avalanche of her tiaras -" They both chant fast.
"- is going to get a clue. Clark may do the puppy dog eyes near her, and she's definitely thinking of leaving the blond stud for cutie, but let Sexy Lexy walk in and the puppy-dog is gone. Her chances are out the door and accelerating over the horizon, 'cause she doesn’t even get a look-in if Lex is in the room."
"My heart bleeds for her. I just want to be a fly on the wall the day they walk in holding hands and she sees."
"Fake plastic emotions all round?"
"Hell yeah. God, even Chloe admits it's a lost cause, and that girl's had a crush for years. She was in here last night grumbling into her cappuccino about evil rich bastards with sex appeal out to here making it unfair for the rest of us."
Gets tapped on her arm. "What?"
"Just take a look over there."
"Ooo. Double whammy. Smirk *and* blush. What do you suppose he said?"
---
"Clark?" Lex asks. "What's wrong? You're looking a little uncomfortable."
Clark shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably. "I don't know, Lex. Do you ever get the feeling someone's talking about you? And not in a good way?"
"All the time, Clark." Lex smiles. "And I don't think, I know. It's one of the perks of being a Luthor."
END
