Before I start this chapter I would like to let all of the readers out there who are reading this story to know that Lyra is not my oc. She is an co, but she was made by a friend of mine. Lyn, (You can find her on my fave authors or on my profile.)

Also, I would like to thank all the readers who have faved my story, viewed my story, or reviewed my story. Thank you guys! X3

Hope you all enjoy this next chapter of Superman!

Carly's POV;

I meddled with the radio trying to find a good song. One to either echo my mood, or lighten it. I would up listening to 'Tell Me' by 'He is We'. It seemed suitable. I was singing along by the time Lyra was sitting beside me again. She gave me an empathic smile and sang with me.

By the time the song was over we were still sitting in the parking lot.

"I miss him." I whispered.
"I know. But it gets easier. Trust me."
"I do trust you." I said leaning over to hug her.

I turned the keys letting the engine roar to life.

"Hey, Carly?" Lyra said mischievously.
"Yes?"
"Can I see your purse?"
"Uh, sure, why?"
"Just because."
"I think I want a reason."
"I just want some gum." she said innocently fluttering her eye lashes.
"Yeah right." I sighed handing her the bag.

The next thing I knew she had a piece of paper out, and my cell. I don't know why it took me so long to put two and two together.

"LYRA!" I shrieked.
"Sent!" she smirked.
"What did you say?" I demanded.
"I said, ahem;

'Dear Cliff,
I think you're hot. :3
And I like you a lot. ;)
So here's my number (624-6574).
So text me maybe!
|(￣3￣)|
Love, Carly
3 3 3 '

"Perfect right?" she grinned.
"You did NOT just send him that message." I said gaping at her.
"Yep, look it says right here."
"I hate you so much right now. You do realize that right?"
"Pfft. Nobody could hate me! I'm too lovable!"
"That's what you think." I grumbled.
"Oh! You're blushing! You must really like this guy!"
"Shut up!" I glowered.

I slowed the car to a stop in my drive way and jumped out.

"BABY COME BACK!" Lyra started singing, "YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON ME!"
"Are you coming or what?" I mumbled.
"Well you seemed so huffy, I wasn't so sure that I was invited."
"You're always invited."

But as she started through the door I stopped her.

"What?" she asked with mock innocence.
"My cell please."
"Why would I have it?"
"Do you want chocolate cake and ice cream or what?"
"That's a dirty move." she said sticking her tongue out at me, but she did give me back my phone.
"Love you too. Oh one more thing Lyra."
"What?"
"I don't have chocolate cake."
"CARLY!" she whinnied. "You is mean."
"But I do have ice cream." I smirked. Next thing I knew she was digging through the freezer.

My phone vibrated and I sighed steeling myself.

'Its good you feel that way, 'cuz let me say girl, your body is smoking! (´ε｀ ) *wolf whistle*
-Cliff'

I felt my face heat and I threw a pillow from the living room at Lyra.

"What?" she asked with the ice cream in her arms.
"Why would you text him saying that?" I demanded.
"What did he say?" she asked rushing over. Then burst out laughing.

'Um, I'm sorry. My stupid friend got a hold of my phone and your number. She though it would be funny. I didn't send the previous message from here.
-Carly'

'lol. I was wondering. It didn't seem like something you would say.
-Cliff'

'I guess this is good-bye then.
-Carly'

'Oh no you don't, you're not getting off that easy!
-Cliff'

"Lyra, he won't let me stop texting him. This is all your fault." I whined.
"You're right, your welcome!" she grinned.

'Okay then, how are you today?
-Carly'

'Oh I'm good.
-Cliff'

'Thats good...
-Carly'

'How are you?
-Cliff'

'I'm okay.
-Carly'

'Sorry. Stupid question.
-Cliff'

'There are no stupid questions.
-Carly'

"Hey! You can talk to your new boyfriend, your welcome again by the way, when I leave! Right now is girl time! Now how many scoops?" Lyra asked gesturing to the ice cream.
"Three."
"Big or small?"
"I think these times call big scoops."

Hours passed, Lyra and I had several bowls of ice cream before she left.

I sat at the table holding my head. How long do I have to pretend to be okay? How long till I break? Those were the thoughts running through my head were the clock struck 9:00 pm.

That was the time dad would always go to bed. No matter what. 9:00 pm on the dot.