Truth

It's time to come clean, and surprise surprise, disclaimer: none of the copy right stuff is mine.

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Lex was enjoying some water as he worked on his laptop. It was a quite afternoon, and the sun from the window felt nice on his back.

Suddenly the door burst open, and there, behold, was a figure in flannel.

"It's time for the truth Lex."

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Clark was super speeding to the mansion from his loft. It was time to tell Lex. Everything. After China's escapade, after he saw him use his powers, after everything, Lex needed to know. So here he was standing in the doorframe that led into the billionaire's study.

"It's time for the truth Lex."

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Lex slowly stood up, and paced over to his young friend. "Whatever do you mean, Clark?"

This was it he knew the farm boy had been hiding something, and he wanted to know. It was all he lived for. To know, to fulfill his own personal quest for knowledge. "Clark?"

His friend had just turned a deep pale color and was looking unsure of what he was going to say.

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"Whatever do you mean, Clark?" Yes, what do I really mean? Should he know? What will dad do? A thousand questions ripped through his brain as Lex moved closer.

"Clark?" He was becoming increasingly nervous. What should he say? But before his thoughts could re-align, he noticed that his friend's left eye had begun to twitch in a not so sane way…

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Clark began to pace in front of the mystified billionaire's blue eyes. Damn, you Clark, hethought, get on with it! Suddenly his friend, who he of COURSE trusted completely, spun around, and faced him. He then began to speak…

He was almost was in a state of panic, there was Lex in front of him, waiting. So he began to pace. 'C'mon Clarkie, you've go a good cover-up! In there! Somewhere…. His mind wasn't being much of a help, then he stopped pacing and stood in front of Lex, opened his lips and said:

"Your fly is unzipped."

Smooth real, smooth. These three words echoed in the mind of two friends, while the silence surrounded them. Only to be broken with the sound of a zipper being pulled upwards…

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END TO ANOTHER RANDOMN ONE SHOT THOUGHT !

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