Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Smallville characters or any of Smallville!

A/N: I was just thinking about making a slash about Clark and Lex, since they fight sooo much. I mean, they use to be friends, but then boom, enemies! Just to tell you some of these chapters aren't slashy at all, but it will slowly grow slashy. It won't be like all slashy! Not now, at least! I'm going to take it slowly, so bear with me, and enjoy reading! Please R&R (read and review)! I don't mind some harsh critique, but if you have nothing to say good about my story, don't even bother to comment!

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Chapter one: One last Try

Day one:

Clark sat in the comfortable metallic chair, moving his right leg up and down, as if worried about something. His dark hair was brushed back in its usual hairstyle, looking straight up in front of him. His eye's stared blankly, at the empty table. His fingers lied still on the small table. His shoulders were crouched, as if he was shrugging, leaning his manly forearms on the clean table. Clark hadn't eaten anything, and his stomach had been shouting at him "eat" for the last thirty minutes. He ignored the calling.

Finally he just relaxed, and breathed in and out, slowly. Closing his eyes, his head faced the ceiling. His leg stopped shaking. As he slowly lowered his head, he could see her. She was beautiful and early as usual. She shined with happiness in her face as she carried the tray of coffee cups to her customers. Clark just sat staring blankly towards the girl as she scurried all around the place.

Just as Clark rose to feet, pushing his chair back, his gentle eyes set on the eyes of his obsession. The girl brushed her hair back and caught the full attention of the mysterious young man. Clark immediately fell into her gaze, and couldn't do or say a thing. The sweet brunette just placed the tray down, and turned towards him. Sweetly, she waved gently his way, smiling partially.

He smiled back, and waved gently also. Say something you idiot! He thought. It's only a matter of days until-

"Clark."

He knew that voice. Up against him now, he could smell the sweet smell of flowers. He could feel her right before him, but that was only because she was. Clark picked up the broken parts of his emotions, and looked back into those dark brown innocent eyes.

"Lana…hi."

"Hey Clark, I don't get a welcoming hug anymore?"

Lana clutched Clark's body, and took his body away from his control. He felt hypnotized, under her control the whole time. Her rosy cheek close to his, he began to blush. He wondered if he could even blush. Her fingers wrapped around him like she was saying goodbye to an old friend. Clark smiled. He had felt at home. In his own little fantasy world, Lana was everything. Anything and everything to him. He wished it was actually like that. Lana his girl, and Lex gone forever, but it wasn't. Life happened, and life led itself up to this point. The problem with Clark was he couldn't let go, even though others told him too, he just…couldn't.

Clark returned the hug, and did his best to enjoy the moment. This would most likely be the last moment he'd hug her again. She was getting married in only a matter of days, and he thought he could win her back. Just one last try to win her back. If she really didn't love him, she'd reject him with no hesitation. He could at least find out if she truly loved him…

"I need to ask you something..." Clark said, still hugging Lana.

Lana let go of the attractive young man standing before her.

"What's that?"

Clark hesitated, looking deeply into her beauty. He stuttered a couple of times, and eventually just turned away. Lana thought he was playing around with her and just giggled softly.

"Come on Clark, I'm kind of busy today. What is it?" she asked again.

"How…how's it going with the wedding?"

Lana was bewildered to hear this question coming from Clark. He was her ex-boyfriend, and yet he wants to know about the wedding plans? Lana was completely taken back. Her happiness shattered into pieces of confusion. She couldn't understand why he would ask such a question. She knew Clark would be the last one asking about that. She tried to collect herself back together, forcing a smile on her face.

"It's going good. That's actually the reason I'm rushing. I have to make plans for my dress and all the guests coming and-why are you so interested?"

Clark felt like throwing up. Everything was going wrong. He approached her the wrong way, and asked the wrong question. Now he had to get himself out of it. He slowly swallowed, and exhaled.

"I…just want you to be happy..."

Lana's happiness was slowly collected. She began to ignore the fact that he asked her a strange question, and started grasping hold of his answer. She smiled widely, cheek to cheek. Clark couldn't help but to do the same.

"Thank you." She said sweetly, "I just wish you could've been invited. You have a good heart Clark."

With that, she excused herself to her present duties, leaving Clark standing oddly in the middle of the coffee house. Clark just smiled as she walked away, fulfilling her duties. He thought, man, there she goes. My only chance, my last chance. Well, at least she's happy that's all that matters. And with that, Clark drifted away, peeping one last time at the love of his life. He walked out of the Talon, sadden but strangely happy.

Leaning against the window, was Lex. He watched the farm boy walk away, and raised his eyebrows in suspicion. He looked back through the window at Lana, very much happy. By the time he looked back Clark's way, he was already gone. Lex just continued to read the newspaper. He read the bold headline that said:

A Rich Wedding: Lex and Lana!