Author's note: Just so you know. Lana is insanely out of character.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it, sadly...

"I want this article in by Monday!" Clark's boss yelled. He was a newby at the Daily Planet. After transferring to Met U he enrolled in a hands on experience program and he had gotten an internship there. He had to do a research article on baby pandas.

Clark moped down the slick and rainey streets of Metropolis to his new apartment. His friend Lex had pulled a few strings in order to get him the internship Daily Planet, he was good friends with the dean at Met U. So Clark had to find an apartment. Things were relatively easy for Clark and he was bored, bored out of his mind. He walked up the stairs to his apartment and fumbled with his keys. He heard a sort banging noise behind him so he turned around to see a petite woman.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he looked her up and down. She had dark hair, and as she looked up he noted her piercing eyes. She was simply beautiful.

"Fine." she said curtly. She glanced at him and then went back to her door, ignoring him. However, she did take notice of how his dark bangs lightly hung over his nautically green eyes. He was soaking wet from the rain. His clothing hugged him tightly and she could make out the imprints of his abs through his shirt. His appearance made her blush for a second but she pushed the thought from her mind.

Clark stood there awkwardly, unaware of what to say. She fumbled with her door for a few more minutes. She couldn't seem to get it to open. It was stuck, most likely because of the humid summer air that they were encountering. Of course the apartment building's air conditioning had to be broken too. Her brows furrowed and she huffed.

"Well are you going to help me with this or not?" she said impatiently.

"Oh, erm, yeah!" Clark said a bit too enthusiastically. He walked over to the door and gave it a good bang with his hip. It popped right open and then some. He turned his back to it and smiled awkwardly.

"Thanks..." Lana walked in and quietly closed the door.

"By the way I'm uh-" Clark turned around to find no one there.

'Dammit'

Clark walked back over to his apartment and closed the door. He kicked a few boxes out of the way before he made it to his bathroom. Taking his wet clothes off, he threw them on the floor, typical guy. Then he proceeded to get into the shower. He didn't even bother with warm water. It was so hot out that it called for ice cold water. He shivered a bit, but enjoyed it. He was right in the middle of scrubbing the shampoo out of his hair when he heard a knock at his door. He ignored it at first but then the knocking persisted and he jumped out of the shower. He looked around his bathroom for a towel, but of course he didn't unpack them yet. Since there were no towels that wanted to be found he put on the wet boxers that were laying on the floor and stumbled out of the bathroom. By then the knocking had stopped. He shook his hair a bit and walked out into the livingroom. He noticed that the door was open.

"What the hell?" he allowed himself to say aloud.

"Nice to see you too." it was the woman from earlier. Clark jumped.

"Last time I checked breaking and entering was illegal."

"I didn't break anything. It was open. I just entered." she said as she made herself comfortable on his couch.

"And you are?"

"Evil." Clark laughed at her. "But I mostly go by Lana."

"Ok Lana." Clark sat down next to her. His bare arm touched hers and she jumped a bit at how cold his skin was but then settled back down and proceeded to make herself comfortable on him. "And you are doing?"

"I'm freakin hot, you're wet and cold. I'm cooling myself off." Lana didn't move. She was sitting on Clark's lap. She placed her head on his chest. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, if you could even call them that, due to the heatwave. After a few minutes she had risen his temperature as well. Just as Clark was getting comfortable she stood up. "It is so hot!" she fanned her face.

Clark stood up as well and for the first time she actually noticed what he was wearing. He felt her eyes on him and sat back down. "So not to be rude but , uh, what are you doing here?"

"Well basically the air conditioning is broken so I am burning up, then the power is gone so I have nothing else better to do. Thought I'd get to know my new neighbor."

"When did the power go out?"

"Like five minutes ago." Lana said as she tapped her foot. "I think that you should probably unpack your clothes before the sun goes down. After that you are screwed like a lightbulb."

Clark nodded. "By the way Lana." she perked up. "Your jokes suck." Clark started digging around through boxes while Lana opened his freezer and scraped some ice off the side of it. He finally pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and searched for a shirt. The only shirt that he could find was a big turtle neck that he got for Christmas from his parents.

"You'd be way too hot in that." Lana said as she pointed an icy finger to his turtleneck. Clark nodded and threw it back in the box. He went into the bathroom and put on his dry shorts. When he came back out he saw that Lana had taken the liberty of sitting on his couch in her sports bra. She had removed her tanktop and was wiping her face with it. Clark came and sat down next to her.

"So I'm Clark."

"Clark.." she tapped her finger on her chin for emphasis. "So where are you from, Clark?" she made sure to put extra emphasis on his name.

"Smallville.."

"Gag me." she stuck her tongue out for effect.

"What's wrong with Smallville?"

"Nothing... If you're a redneck or a farmhand." she started laughing hysterically and accidentally bumped heads with Clark.

"Ow."

"Sorry." she smiled.

"So where are you from? LA-NA?" he put extra emphasis on each syllable of her name as well.

"Born and raised right here in good ole Metropolis."

"You were born here?" she nodded nervously, as to say 'DUH!'.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. Does Clark want to know anything else for the book that he's writing? Let's see... I'm twenty-two. I go to Met U. I have a hamster named scooter and a gold fish named pebbles. I am five foot four inches tall. I weigh one hundred and ten pounds. My favorite color is blue. My favorite food is chow mein. My full name is Lana Elizabeth Lang. I am majoring in Psychology, and I wear a size seven shoe. Anything else? How about you Clark?" she said sarcastically.

"I'm twenty-three. I transferred to Met U from Central Kansas. I am six foot three inches tall. My favorite color is red. My favorite food is pizza. My full name is Clark Kent. I am majoring in journalism and have an internship at the Daily Planet. I wear a size fourteen shoe. Anything else you wanna know?" he said as he mocked her in the girliest voice that he could manage. She broke out laughing again.

"Be careful this time. Last time you were laughing you almost bashed my skull in." This only made her laugh more.

"So why don't you live in a dorm Clark Kent?"

"There were no more available. Why don't you, Lana Lang?"

"I wanted my own apartment."

"So do you do this to all of your new neighbors?"

"What?"

"Waltz into their apartment, steal their ice, interrupt their showers, sit on them, and then take your shirt off."

"No, you're just special." she said smirking.

"So why did you transfer here, Mr. Kent?"

"I wanted the internship at the Daily Planet, my friend Lex helped me get it."

"Lex?" he nodded.

"Luthor, have you heard of-"

"Oh my god! You know Lex Luthor!" she practically screamed.

"Yeah..."

Clark and Lana talked for a very long time and finally the sun went down.

"It's getting dark out."

"Thank-you Captain Obvious..." Lana said jokingly. "Well I better go on home. I need to feed my babies and get sleep. Wait, do you have any flash lights?"

"Nope."

"Well you can borrow some of mine, wait!"

"What?"

"Are you a thief?"

"Um no..."

"Good, I like my flashlights. Come on." she stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to her apartment. Just as they were crossing the hall an old lady was coming out of the elevator and saw Clark in shorts and Lana in a sports bra.

"You kids ought to be ashamed." Lana jumped up on Clark and started kissing him. "You are the devil's children!" Lana giggled at the old lady's comments and pulled Clark into her apartment. He looked at her for an explanation.

"Oh, that's Mrs. Murphee. She's crazy."

"So do you go around randomly kissing all of your neighbors or am I just special."

"Well considering that my next nearest neighbor is a 67 year old woman I would definitely say that you're special. I didn't get you all excited did I? All hot and bothered?"

"Flashlights please..." Clark held out his hand.

"Oh don't act like you didn't like it." she said as she handed him the highly coveted flashlights. "Goodnight C.K."

"OOOOOOOkay, Lana." Clark walked back into his apartment and closed the door. He used the flashlights to pull out a pillow from the box labeled 'bed stuff' and plopped on the couch. He checked his laptop, it seemed to have about an hour of life still left so he decided to surf the net until he got tired.

About an hour later a beam of a flashlight could be seen in Clark's apartment. The beam walked over to Clark and noticed that he was asleep. It was Lana. She took Clark's laptop off of his lap and set it on the kitchen table. He was knocked out cold. She pushed him back on the couch, because if he would've slept in a sitting position then he would definitely be feeling it in the morning. She was placing his arms at his sides when he woke up.

"What the fu..." Clark mumbled as he sat up.

"Hi..." Lana said awkwardly.

"Hi..." Clark rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"I'm tellin ya, you gotta stop leaving your door unlocked. What is I was a serial killer or a gay rapist or something? Then you woulda been screwed... LITERALLY!" she started laughing again.

"I'll take note of that, is there something you needed?"

"Well, I hate thunderstorms... so I was kinda hoping that well ya know umm..."

Clark sat up and patted the couch next to him. Lana hopped on it. "Thanks!"

After about five minutes of complete silence Lana spoke. "Clark?"

"Hmm?" he was almost asleep.

"Are you a serial killer, rapist and or molester?"

"No."

Five more minutes of silence.

"Clark?"

"What?" he said impatiently

"Were you looking at porn on you computer?"

"No, Lana..."

"Do you snore?"

"No."

"Do you have class tomorrow?"

"At twelve." was his delayed response.

"Clark? Are you asleep?"

"Yes..."

"Clark?" a big crash of thunder sounded and Lana screamed. Clark sat up.

"Are you ok?" his hair was sticking up on the left side of his face and his eyes were only half open.

"I'm just a little scared." he hugged her and laid back down with her so that her head was by his chest.

They were like that for about ten more minutes when Lana chimed in with "Clark, don't think that just cuz-"

"Lana, go to sleep." she nodded and after moving and changing position for fifteen straight minutes she finally decided on having her face buried in his chest.

"Ok."

"Shhhh" he said as he put his arm around her and she finally went to sleep.

A/N: sorry if Lana seems a bit weird, it's supposed to be like that and Clark is supposed to seem all uptight