Disclaimer: I wish I owned this show, then maybe I can get Clark and Lana together and it wouldn't bug me so much. O well, I don't and stuff so please, don't sue a lovesick loser.
Ok, so like, yeah. I was listening to my Yellowcard CD [which is AWESOME! Go pick up Yellowcard's "One for the Kids" NOW! ASAP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING THIS?! GO! GO! GO!] and couldn't sleep [caffeine I think, which explains my Yellowcard outburst] so I wrote a really bad fic that I'm posting because I have nothing better to do. With that in mind, I'll understand if you don't wanna read any further. I bet you're sick of my talking now huh? Okay then. And hey I never claimed to be a writer. I never was a writer, I'm not a writer, and I can never be a writer. =)
[P.S 03/20/02 – I was rereading this story tonight and realized a lot of things that was wrong with it. Thanks for all the suggestions everyone. Anyways, I updated some of it.]
Warm October NightsSolitude
"The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship." - Sir Francis Bacon
Clark stood in his fortress of solitude with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the stars. He never felt so lonely in solitude before. It was just him and the stars. It had been that way for a while. Things had changed since freshman year. 3 years went by so quickly.
Pete had merged into the jock group that Clark could not be a part of.
Chloe had crossed the boundary of a friend, into a reporter when she tried everything to find out Clark's "secret".
His father was gone. And it was all his fault. His father, the one who kept him on the right path. He was the one who always knew what the right thing to do was. His mother changed after his father was no longer around. She was a recluse. Just like him.
He remembered that night the year before. It was the last night he had been happy. He had gone to Metropolis with Pete, Chloe, and Lana. He got home to see his house ransacked, and his mother crying, holding his father's limp body.
Lana. There was always Lana. They had gotten so close until Clark pushed her away. After Whitney left for college when they were sophomores, she went through throngs of guys. But never Clark until... that night that they had spent in Metropolis. She had kissed him. Clark shook his head, trying to get the memory out of his mind.
So now he was alone. It was just him with the weight of the world on his shoulders and he hated it.
Lana stepped outside and breathed in the sweet scent of autumn. She stepped off her porch and kicked some fallen leaves on the ground. Her eyes were following a floating leaf when they focused on something else.
It was an outline of a tall person standing in the dark barn, staring into the night. She sighed.
As she stood on her walkway, she began to wonder what happened to the Clark she knew 3 years before. He was so full of life, and now it was like, it drained itself out of him.
No one knew what happened to the old Clark, but Lana had some idea. It was in junior year when his father was killed. Clark just kind of disappeared from the face of the earth, only peering out when he needed to.
She remembered the last time she talked to him. They had kissed. Lana felt all the symptoms of love. Tingles, sweaty palms, spinning head... the works. She knew he had felt it too, but that was all in the past. It had been so long.
She stood there, staring at his standing form when she got a sudden urge to go to him. She wanted to comfort him. She wanted to be there for him.