See Right Through You - Chapter 3
See Right Through You
Chapter - 3
By [JT Poole](mailto:jtsplace@nctv.com?subject=Story: See Right Through You)
The Outskirts of Smallville Kansas
Whitney's POV
I can't believe this, am I dreaming this or what? This must be real, please God, let this be real. I have the man I've lusted after and fallen in love with in my truck right now. I'm just shocked that he chose to come with me and refused to go with Lex. I was moments away from being pissed when he made that wise crack about too many of people overwhelming the guys of «N Sync. I don't know what transpired between the two of them before I walked over, but all it took was one look from Clark to get him to change his words.
Now that I have him all alone by myself, maybe I can tell him what's in my heart and on my mind. Looking over at him, I almost die right then and there when I see how beautiful he looks in the sunlight. It's like he's this angel and his body is bathed in God's angelic love light.
"Whitney are you okay?" Clark asks me as I snapped out of my trance. "Baby get back on the road!"
Losing control of the truck, Clark grabbed the wheel with me and we came spinning to a stop. The both of us breathing hard and looking at each other, I reached out and hugged him. Sitting there not moving, we held on to each other as in the truck in the middle of the dirt road. Looking up into his beautiful emerald eyes, I saw something there that I'm sure he saw the same in mine. Leaning in to kiss him, we are startled by a horn blowing.
"Are you two okay in there?" I hear Lex's voice and then I see his damn car.
Pulling away from Clark quickly, I straightened up as best as I could and rolled the window down. Smiling weakly at Lex as he stood on the passenger side looking at Clark, he opened the door and pulled Clark from the truck. Getting out of the truck and walking around to the other side, I stand in front of the two of them.
"Are you fucking crazy Whitney?!? You could have killed Clark the way you were driving!" Lex screamed at me as I just stood there not moving. He was somewhat right. Because of my damn lust filled trance, I almost got us killed.
"No I'm not crazy Lex," I say, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry, I...I don't know what happened."
"Like hell you don't!" Lex shouts, hugging Clark to his chest as though something was wrong with him. "I don't know what I would've done if something happened to you Clark."
"You'd probably find someone else to flirt with," I say under my breath as it seems Clark heard what I said.
"Let go of me Lex, I'm fine. It was just a strange occurrence," Clark tells him as he looks at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. "I'm alright."
"Are you sure? Do I need to take you on to..." Lex says as Clark cuts him off.
"I said I was alright Lex," he says as he steps over to me. "Me and Whit are heading out to my place to pick up some things for later on."
"I thought you were going to the Talon?" Lex asks as Clark looks down at me and then back to Lex.
"We are, I just have to pick up some things at home first," Clark tells him, shutting him up real quick.
"O-oh okay," Lex says as Clark opens the passenger door of the truck and slides back into the seat.
"See you later Lex," Clark says as I walk back around to the driver side and hope back in too.
At Lex's Oversized Estate -- Lance's Room
Lance's POV
We've been in this place for over an hour now and I must say that this place scares the hell out of me. When we got into town, this guy name Lex Luthor had an entourage of people waiting at the county line waiting for us to arrive. From what management says, he's the person responsible for us being here. This guy is so loaded; he's bankrolling all of our expenses. Hell management says he paid enough money to fund four or five of our shows. He must really wanted to hear us sing and see us dance.
"Baby are you okay?" JC asks me as he walks into the room and wraps his arms around me.
"Yeah I'm okay, just a little bit tired. When are we supposed to meet Mr. Luthor's friends?" I ask, sitting down on the bed as JC joins me.
"He's having this dinner slash get together around nine tonight," he tells me as I groan. "It's only four now. I don't think I can hold out much longer"
"Hold in there baby," he tells me, wrapping his arms around me. "Do you want me to stay with you for a bit?"
"That's up to you Josh, but that's just something to feed Justin's anger about us being together," I tell him as he shakes his head at me.
"Fuck Justin," he says as I laugh, kissing him on the cheek.
"That's what he's afraid of baby," I say, smiling as he laughs.
"What is it with you and all the joke cracking? You've been doing that a lot lately. I love this new side to you," he tells me as he pulls me down on the bed so that we can cuddle and kiss more.
In Chris' Room
"Are you okay Chris?" Joey asks, hugging Chris tightly as he cried. "Baby it's going to be alright."
"It's not going to be alright," Chris says, pulling back from Joey and looking him in the eye. "He doesn't like gay people. He hates us; he thinks we're disgusting."
"I know buddy, but he'll get over it soon. He won't turn on us," Joey tells his friend as the door opens and Justin walks into to witness the scene between the two of them.
"Chris are you okay? What's wrong?" Justin asks, not caring that Chris and Joey were hugging, a position he has seen them in plenty of times before due to Chris' empathic powers. "Are you sensing something bad?"
"N-no Justin," Chris says, not bothering to look at Justin. "I'm not feeling well. I think this house had too many lost souls embedded in it."
"It's an old house man, it probably does," Justin says as his eyes start glowing. "We have a few hours before this small party tonight. What are we to do until then?"
"Whatever we want to I guess," Joey answers him, as there's a knock at the door and in walks Lionel Luthor.
"Who are you?" Justin asks, forgetting that his eyes were glowing and turns around to greet the person.
"I'm Lionel Luthor, the owner of this estate," the man tells him, holding on to the door as Chris' eyes start to glow as well.
"Are you alright Mr. Luthor?" Chris asks, pulling away from Joey and walking closer to Lionel to see the man's eyes.
"I'm fine," Lionel tells him. "Since I can feel your eyes on me, I bet you're probably wondering what happened to my eyes."
"Actually I was wondering why you were here," Justin says as Joey pops him in the back of the head.
"Well I came to meet the gentlemen that my son paid a small fortune to get to come here," Lionel says as he steps closer to Chris and Joey. "May I take a portrait of you?"
"S-sure," Joey says as Lionel touches his face.
"Nice, strong and lots of vigor," Lionel says, softly caressing Joey's face. "I'm sure your lover enjoys spending time with you."
"Lover? Joey doesn't have a lover," Justin says as Lionel moves away from Joey, moving in the direction of Justin's voice.
"Yes he does, he's here in this room," Lionel says as Joey and Chris turned around and looked at the man.
"What? You're talking crazy," Justin says, laughing as he closed his mouth and his eyes got big. "What! Not you two too."
"Justin wait," Chris says as Justin stomps out of the room.
"I hope I just didn't cause a problem," Lionel says, turning around smirking, as he opened the door to the room. "I think I'll take my leave now."
The Kent's Farm -- Clark's Loft
Clark's POV
Here we are sitting alone together, it's just the two of us and neither of us had said much of anything since we got up here. Steady looking down at the floor, I move my hand over to Whitney's but quickly pull it back before he could notice it. Getting up enough nerve to get him this far, I best tell him how I feel before he goes off and leaves me. I guess it's now or nothing.
"Whitney we need to talk," I say as he looks up at me.
"I'm...I'm sorry Clark, I didn't mean to be a screw up. I wasn't trying to kill you back there, I just got...," he tells me as I cover his lips with my own, quenching a thirst that I had been dying of for a few years.
"Whitney I know that," I tell him as he just stares blankly at me. "Whitney are you okay?"
"I'm wonderful," he tells me, getting up off the bed. "Clark what does this mean? Why did you kiss me?"
"I...I'm sorry, I thought...thought...oh never mind," I say, getting up and running from the barn, leaving him standing there.
When I had stopped running, I was out by Miller's farm, which is over twenty miles away from my home. Looking back to where I just came from, for the first time since I was a child, I cried. The man I had fallen in love with wasn't...wasn't in love with me. What am I to do now? Do I try to forget him and move on or what? I guess since Lex has feelings for me, I can try to overlook that not having much experience as he thing and maybe I can fall in love with him. I just hope he doesn't hurt me in the process. I was such a fool to believe that Whitney Fordman would love someone like me.
To Be Continued...
Warnings and Disclaimers:
I don't know any of the members of NSYNC or any celebrity mentioned. I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay). This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that. This is only for entertainment value only folks. Hope you enjoyed the show oh I mean the reading.
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