OMG! Laura! People are asleep in my house and I'm in here giggling like an idiot! But this is so funny! LOLS!
Unbidden, the image of himself as some Yeti in the Himalayas sprang up in horrible vivid detail in his mind’s eye.
LOL! Yeti! That's priceless... and gruesome as it is, I can see it in my mind too. Ha ha ha.
The entire top part of his head was nearly shaved it was so short. His long hair… Holding his breath, Clark turned to view his reflection in profile. The image was so appalling he nearly yelped.
“I have a <mullet>!”
LOL!!! I'm clutching my sides and biting my lip now. And images of David Spade in a horrific, blonde mullet sprang to mind (can't remember the name of the movie).
“Clark,” Laugh. “it isn’t” Snort. “so bad.”
Oh, Martha! How could you? <me laughing and snorting with her>
Without glancing up from the mirror, Clark doggedly kept at it. “I don’t know why you and Mom expect me to attend the dance looking like an unkempt hillbilly,” He gritted out, stifling a curse as he tried desperately to get the red beam to slice through the long hair at his neck. It was no use, he hadn’t gained enough control of his heat vision to allow him to sever the hair at the base of his neck while looking sideways at the mirror. He was half dressed, wearing his dress shirt and his tie knotted loosely around his neck, but boxers instead of the dark suit pants in a heap on the floor.
LOL! Hillbilly!!! Seriously, if I haven't awoken everyone in the house by now, it'll be a miracle.
Clark had spent nearly forty-five minutes agonizing over which flowers Lana would like best.
Awwww - poor Clark. He's such a little sweetheart. <sniffle> And I can just see Lana being mean to him.
Somehow the effect wasn’t as glaring when he was decked out in T-shirts and jeans, munching on after school snacks and telling her about teenage problems. Now, dressed to impress, she realized that the boyish roundness of his face had begun to disappear. Tears blinded her vision for a moment before she hastily blinked them back.
Ooooh, very nice. And poor Martha - her baby boy was growing up.
“Y-You look very pretty, Lana,” Clark said softly. He tried to extract the corsage from the box. While his head was bent, he missed the look of disgust that passed over Lana’s face.
“What did you do to your <hair>?!” She blurted out, just as he managed to free the flower. He was extending it toward her, but the fury in her voice made his arm falter and list a little.
“I… They made a mistake,” he explained. He tried to mask the hurt in his gaze.
“They sure did. You look terrible.”
Awwww! Poor Clark! </me slaps Lana>
A snuffling sound to his right suddenly alerted him. Clark curiously scanned the darkness and saw someone sitting on the cold ground, heedless of the dirt staining her dress. He took a hesitant step forward and saw that it was Rachel Harris. She was crying.
“Rach…?” Clark knelt down on the dirt beside her. “Rachel, what’s wrong? Are you all right?”
Awwwwww! Rachel! Awesome. She certainly won't care about his hair. .... awwwww.
I was right! She was so sweet and awwwww, the kiss was so cute. Nice ending.
So there, what do you think? *Lets out huge breath* That really just sort of poured out of me. I had no idea where my fingers were going to take me. Writing a teenage Clark was pretty fun, actually, though I sort of wanted to slap Lana. And that is when I knew I should probably stop, as I was beginning to think the characters were real again! Well... Please let me know. As this had no Lois in it, this is a walk on the wild side for me. Please let me know if it worked out okay.
I LOVED it Laura! It was so good! You write the characters really well - in any setting, obviously, because I could totally picture the teenage Clark. <g> And this story put a big dopey grin on my face. Brava! Good job!
Kerth nominee? That's the best compliment I've recieved all week--month--year. I'm sincerely flattered that you enjoyed it! And you leave me with a great note to head off to bed with. 
You guys rock. 
