Chapter 1
Lana Lang leaned against the hatch as she watched the sun go down from the barn's attic. She closed her eyes for a peaceful moment, basking in the remaining sunlight; imagining Clark's arms wrapping around her, holding her in like she was made for him. A small, sad smile appeared on her features as she opened her eyes and turned away from the fading sun.
She walked over to the sofa, where she took a seat and glanced around. She picked up a photo frame. It was what she referred to as 'the picnic under the oak tree' photo. Clark had managed to get a great shot of her sitting in between his legs, resting her head on his broad chest. That picnic was one of the happiest times in her life, so far.
She placed it back down on the small table, before getting up and making her way down the wooden staircase to the main part of the barn. She looked around once more, before making her way out into the Kent's large drive way and to her car.
Strapping herself in, she looked up to the big yellow house with a smile on her face. She then blinked, before her face went into a mask of confusion. Clark had suddenly appeared out of no-where in the middle of the drive-way, in front of her car; in a red shirt and jeans that were nearly burned away from his body.