I own nothing! But it would be fun if I did.

"Hello Shelby good boy!" Lois squatted down by the door and started to pet the Kent's dog. She was allergic to dogs, but she didn't really mind Shelby. "Where's Clark, I've got something for us to do tonight. Clark?"

"Lois, is that you?" Clark came down the stairs in his usual plaid get up. "I thought you were working tonight at the Talon."

"I was, but then word got to me that there was going to be a party at the lake tonight, so I got Lana to cover my shift. So get dressed."

"You want to go to a high school party?" Clark said. I guess she's gotten desperate since getting kicked out of Met U.

"I'm not sure if you've ever been to a high school party so I'm gonna break this down for you. Beer at party. Lois want beer. I mean I could use some whiskey or rum, but who would I be if I passed on any kind of alcohol? It's the perfect way to spend a Friday night." Lois smiled waiting for Clark to grab his keys. But he didn't move.

"Lois I know how those parties are, and I remember last time my parent's found out I'd thrown one. They are just bad news Lois. I'm sure we can find something else to do. Besides I don't drink." Clark said hoping to sway Lois.

"Nice try ,Smallville, but I'm going to that party. Don't be such a stiff , I know you don't starch your lovely farm wear, so there is no reason to be so uptight. And besides you don't even have to drink. You can be the designated driver." Lois offered.

"Lois-"

"Great, I'll go change. And you should too, I can't show up there with you driving me around clad in farmers wear." Lois grimaced.

"I am a farmer Lois."

"You're a farmers son. You aren't a farmer quite yet. But I can see it now, some poor helpless girl that somehow gets hooked on your mild mannered charm with no clue what she's getting herself into. I can already see all the corn and all the kids. You'll be a full fledged farmer one day, Clark." Lois found herself smiling at the thought and then reverted back to her usual ways. She gave Clark a punch on the shoulder as she walked past him up the stairs to his room, the one she had taken over for the duration of her stay on the Kent Farm. "Let's not jump the gun though."

Clark watched her climb the stairs. This is going to be an interesting night.

Lois looked into Clarks mirror and decided she could do without all of the makeup, they were only high school boys anyway, and even if they were her age she wasn't going to be interested in getting lucky tonight.

Lois opened up Clark's closet. Most of it was filled with her clothes and shoes, Clark's clothes

had been pushed to the sides, all he had were jeans and a plethora of plaid button ups with a suit hidden in the very back. Lois ran her hand along it.

Who knew, Clark the Farm Boy, I bet he cleans up nicely.

Lois skimmed her selection of clothes. Skirts, ha, that's funny. No. Shorts, too cold. No. Jeans it is then. Where is that shirt? Lois found her simple white tank top and reached for her boots. When in Rome. She pulled on her best jacket. She walked to the bathroom and let her down, pulled part of it over each shoulder and left a little hanging still down her back. "Come on Lo, why are you acting like there is someone you need to impress?"

There were three quick raps on the bathroom door "Lois?" She jumped a little but quickly opened the door.

"Cool it, Smallville. I'm ready. Let's go." Lois said brushing past Clark.

"Lois I am going to tell you now, there are some guys around here, that aren't exactly the best people. I want you to be carefu-"

"Don't worry about me , tonight the only guys I'm interested in are Jim, Jack, and Jose. Lets go. It will be fun."

Okay, maybe a little Clark too. No! What are you thinking Lois? You are not interested in Clark.

Then Lois noticed that Clark had found the time to change from his usual plaid long sleeves into a nice clingy blue t-shirt. He's got a great body. No, Lo, you haven't even had anything to drink yet and you are already talking crazy.

"Whatever you say Lois. I'm going to be close by looking out for you."

"That's nice Clark, but I can look out for myself. I grew up around all boys on military bases." Lois smirked. Clark the Farm Boy is my chauffeur tonight. This night could turn into a lot of fun. Lois knew she could find a way to get to Clark, god or bad, she could get to him. And she would before the night was over.