Lana Lang (
manorsuperman) wrote2009-01-31 08:22 pm
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[ooc: Set several hours after this thing that we started a long friggin time ago. Should have gotten this up sooner.]
It had been a long drive from Smallville to wherever it was they were now. Honestly, Lana hadn't been paying attention. There had been a little talking in the car, but she had mostly listened to whatever conversation was going on, fiddled with her phone or iPod...or watched Sam from the corner of her eye. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but there was something very familiar about him, like she'd met him somewhere before. But if she had, she was sure she would have remembered him.
Now they were all settling into their rooms. As she expected, Chloe was wholly set on sharing a room with Dean instead of her. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much noise filtering in from the other side of the wall.
Lana set her bag on one of the beds and sat beside it, starting to pull off her shoes and make herself comfortable.
It had been a long drive from Smallville to wherever it was they were now. Honestly, Lana hadn't been paying attention. There had been a little talking in the car, but she had mostly listened to whatever conversation was going on, fiddled with her phone or iPod...or watched Sam from the corner of her eye. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but there was something very familiar about him, like she'd met him somewhere before. But if she had, she was sure she would have remembered him.
Now they were all settling into their rooms. As she expected, Chloe was wholly set on sharing a room with Dean instead of her. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much noise filtering in from the other side of the wall.
Lana set her bag on one of the beds and sat beside it, starting to pull off her shoes and make herself comfortable.
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He was trying to joke, but it wasn't really there.
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She reached across and put her hand over his. "Bring it on," she said softly.
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"I just don't want you getting hurt. Girls I tend to like end up getting in over their heads. I've learned to just keep my distance."
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"...believe it or not, I understand, from both sides. And I've had a guy tell me that before. I dated him off and on for...at least four years, maybe five. He was always so afraid something was going to happen to me, kept breaking up with me for reasons I didn't understand. But I understand now. If being around you is really that dangerous, fine." She squeezed his hand. "I'm not afraid."
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When had the conversation turned into them talking about being in a relationship? Sam was confused. Not that he minded... somewhat... but when had this happened? Usually he saw when this happened but he was blindsided now...
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But he couldn't hide on the food line, so he came back and sat down across from her.
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No, she couldn't be falling for him already. Yes, he was her type, yes, they seemed to have a lot of similar life experiences, but she didn't know if she was ready to love again.
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"I'll eat fast if you want to get out of here," he told her because he wasn't sure if she was one who would get fidgety after a bit.
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"So, I've been random. I think it's your turn."
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