A/N: Okay, let us pretend for a moment that Lana hadn't sent Whitney the tape. Yet, at least. This means that she and he are still together. And it also means that this fic works. ^_^

Also, the reason for this fic is, I went to the Smallville section of the site for the first time ever, and I didn't see a single slashfic. I decided I'd spice it up for you guys; give you a fic that's not a Mary Sue ^_^

Disclaimer: I own nothing… unfortunately.

Yet Again

I watch as Clark and Lana talk. Lana's serving Clark some coffee that he didn't even ask for, and he takes it. Thanking her, naturally.

I wouldn't have thanked her. That is one of the things I like about Clark; he's so appreciative. I would have taken the cup, having had expected it from her, as if it were her job.

Listen to them, going on and on about the town when they're both crazy about each other. Neither of them will admit it, of course. Because that would be too easy. It would be too easy to have her fling into his arms asking for protection and love.

But instead they go through the awkwardness of Whitney. No one's benefiting, so why do they keep him around? I don't think I'll ever know. Nor do I care to find out, really.

She says something about Whitney. I can't hear them, but I can tell because both of their moods dampen.

Clark plasters on his infamous fake smile. Everyone knows it's not real, but no one ever bothers to tell him.

Lana walks away and Clark turns around and spots me.

"What is it this time, Clark?" I ask teasingly. His fake smile remains. "Whitney coming back?"

"It's nice to see you, too, Lex," he says. The smile starts to look real. Always a good sign.

I nod my head in a sort of acknowledgement. "What's up with Super Chick?" I ask. The smile's back to being fake. I always do that; I'm such an idiot.

"She's not sure about her feelings for Whitney," he replies looking down to his feet.

"Those new shoes?" I ask him, and he raises his head. His eyes look so sad despite his efforts to smile.

Clark sits down, so I sit next to him.

"You know, Clark, there are people other than her that are interested in you," I say.

"But I'm not interested in them." Ouch. That's painful.

Lana brings me a cup of coffee. Following Clark's example, I thank her, and she looks almost shocked.

Clark watches her as she walks away the same way I usually watch him when he leaves.

"You know I'm always here if you need to talk to someone," I tell him. I always tell him this.

"I know," he says turning back to me. I know. That's what he says every time.

Yet again I'm presented with the chance to tell him how I feel, and yet again I'm too chicken to do it. And yet again, I watch him walk away. Yet again I hurt myself in letting me know that Clark and I will only ever be friends.

And next time, I'll probably do the same thing. Yet again.

End! I just have one thing to say… whoever came up with the word "Chlex" is retarded.