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A/N Okay, here's the deal. Many of us (though we may not admit it...) used to read Goosebumps or Animorphs (no? Okay, just me then.). The series came with a goody every now and again... called Choose your own Adventure.

So what I have here, is my own version. It's not done yet, but I'm working on it, and I think it will be quite exciting once its done.

Choose what you want the characters to do, and use the little dropdown menu to find the chapter it tells you to go to. Since its still incomplete, the chapter you want might not be there. Be patient; it's coming soon.

1

Clark spent the majority of his life balanced on the edge of a knife. Indecision was almost a constant state for him, always teetering between telling Lana, loving Lana, letting go of Lana…

And here he was again. He could hear a car driving slowly down his driveway, and he could tell that it was her, by the rhythm of her heart beat and the little puff of air that she always emitted before she geared herself up to do something. He turned around and glanced through the loft wall, and this confirmed it—Lana was here, in her old maroon SUV, as if this wasn't her wedding day.

As if she were just dropping by—like old times.

Her hair was swept up and curly, and her face was carefully made up; she looked more gorgeous than he had seen her in a long time. But he could remember when she looked even more beautiful than she did now… and his heart just about shattered thinking about it.

It had been that night; that glorious night when they had finally let themselves give in to the magnetism that had been drawing them together for so long. He had woken up with her next to him, and her makeup had been smudged, and her hair was an impressive nest on the side of her head, but she had glowed.

He stood up and moved down the stairs from the loft, into the barn. He left the barn, not wanting to force her to dirty herself with the dank odours and dusty aura of the barn. He leaned against the door frame of the barn and watched her put the car into park and descend slowly onto the ground. She wasn't wearing her wedding dress, which would obviously be very impractical for driving, but instead was dressed casually.

Only her upswept hair and perfectly lined eyes gave away that today was anything different.

Lana watched him standing there, not looking at all surprised to see her; in fact, for once his face betrayed nothing of what he was thinking. She could feel her old feelings for him welling up in her, and wondered, not for the first time, if she could go through with this.

That she had told Lex about her residual feelings for the home-grown farm boy, and that Lex still wanted to marry her only heightened her doubt. What kind of man would settle for being second best? There were two options, one of them comforting, and the other too twisted to contemplate.

It was entirely possible that Lex loved her. He loved her so much that he was willing to look over every one of her flaws, right down to the tiny flaw of loving another man. He felt like a safety net to her, as if he could catch her every time she was knocked down off of Clark's pedestal.

On the other side of this baffling blade was the very same scenario that Clark had proposed in the barn.

She was his trophy. Lex wanted what Clark had: a loving family, the beautiful girlfriend—Lex had devoted much time into researching Clark, as if somehow, being happy was something that science could reveal.

This wasn't exactly something that he could ask him.

So she ended up here, at Clark's barn, her last ditch attempt to make sense of her puzzling love life.

She walked up to him hesitantly—since he had kidnapped her she had tried to keep her distance from him, talking to him only from several feet away, avoiding him when she could. However, she was unsure of whether this was because his dragging her away from her engagement dinner had scared her, or if the kiss had scared her. Perhaps, she mused, if she got too close, the feeling that had accompanied the kiss—the longing, the desire—would return.

She had been hurt by him too often to hope that it would, no matter how right it felt.

"Clark," she said softly. She wasn't sure about how she should proceed from here—on the drive over she'd run every possibility through her head, rehearsed her reasoning, practiced her speech. Everything broke down in this moment, and she let slip the first thing that came into her head.

"Tell me why you lied."

Clark gazed across at her, but said nothing. The desperation in her voice was apparent. She was looking for a way out. He remembered his determination when he had said to his mother "I can't let her marry him." He thought of how they'd tried, so many times, to salvage their relationship, and there had always been one thing that came in the way.

His secret.

"It's complicated," he finally said, still balanced on that knife—he could tell her or he could shut her down, send her back to her groom.

"Give me some credit, Clark," Lana said, anger laced in her tone. "I'm a smart girl."

"If I tell you," he said, "you might change your mind about the wedding. You might want to try again, pull our relationship back to life, and you know it's too late for that. You have a baby; that changes everything."

"I need to know the truth," she breathed. "I need to know that your love for me wasn't the lie. You owe me that."

He had felt, recently, her proximity to his secret, how she was skimming the surface of it before she dived in. He did, he thought, owe her something.

GO TO CHAPTER 2 IF: he tells her everything.

GO TO CHAPTER 3 IF: he tells her nothing.