Part 2
For the next week after the infamous ceiling incident, as he liked to call it, Clark didn't leave the barn; he ate and slept out there. His parents were left fending off calls from his worried friends, making up excuses as to why he hasn't been hanging out with them.
"Good job it's the holidays," he grumbled to himself.
But he knew he was going to have to leave the barn soon, and to do that he needed to master his floating. There were a couple of close calls when he woke up a few feet above the couch, but he soon crashed back down. Sometimes a little bit too hard, he's already put his elbow through the floorboards. Other than that he hadn't actually got stuck again. The most worrying thing was that it had started to happen when he was awake. He didn't notice the first time, until his head gently knocked into the ceiling six foot above him.
Clark was distracted the sound of an engine. Gingerly he moved over to the window, he'd kept away from it for fear of floating out and up to god knows where.
Pete's bright red car was beetling up the drive. Clark watched as he got out and headed into the barn.
"Come on man, I know you're not ill,"
Clark smiled at the sound of his voice, it had only been a week, but he had missed his friends.
"I'm surprised you didn't call round earlier," he said playing the guilt trip.
"Awww man, I would have done, but I hooked up with this really hot chick, and I've been seeing her all week!" Pete was grinning from ear to ear.
"So you've not given a thought for your best buddy, stuck in his barn all week, with not even a gameboy to while away the time?"
"Stuck, what do you mean stuck? Nobody's stopping you from leaving the barn?" Pete was intrigued.
"Well technically no, but if I leave, I might end up anywhere," Clark said pointing upwards "Up there."
"Clark quit speaking riddles and tell me what's going on?"
"I've been floating."
"Floating?"
"Yeah, you know, hovering a couple of feet in the air."
"When?"
"Every time I wake up. It started last week; I got stuck on the ceiling."
"Stuck on the ceiling," Pete was trying hard not to laugh, but not succeeding.
"It's not funny I was up there for an hour"
"How did you get back down then?"
"Concentrated real hard on the ground."
"And that worked?"
"Well, yeah."
"Cool."
"It's not cool Pete, how am I supposed to go outside, if I don't know whether I'm gonna start floating?"
"Good point, I guess you'll have to learn to control it. You managed to control heat vision, and that was dodgy at times."
Clark sighed.
"I know, but honestly what good is floating?"
"You'd get a good view at a game?" Pete offered.
Clark grinned at him. He really had missed Pete's quirky sense of humour.
"Well," Pete said clapping his hands together, "Are you ready to start learning to float?"