Nudge. Nudge-nudge.

The next morning Clark woke up to a small hand nudging his arm. "Clark get up!" Lana commanded impatiently. "Clark! Your phone is riiiiinging!" Lana put both of her hands on her hips and huffed in realization that she was going to have to answer it for him.

"Why don't you answer it?" Clark rolled over with the pillow over his head.

Lana first looked at the small ID on the cellular phone. 'Chlo Blo'? Who would that be? She finally figured that the best way to find out would be to just answer it. "Hello?" Lana said into the phone as she wrapped Clark's bed sheet even tighter around herself.

"Who is this?" a very suspicious and catty voice asked Lana.

"This is Lana, who are you?" Lana made faces as she reiterated the question right back at the rude girl.

"This is Chloe and why are you answering Clark's phone?" Lana could tell that this girl wasn't very patient and decided to play with her a little bit.

"Uhh maybe because he's asleep right now, Chloe." Lana made sure to say the girls name so Clark would hear and when he did, he threw his boxers on and jumped up out of bed. Lana burst out laughing as Clark sailed through the air in pursuit of his phone. Lana dodged him, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Ow, dammit!" Clark yelled as he held his now rug burned elbow. Lana came to sit by him and held his arm in her hands as she talked to Chloe.

"What was that noise?" Chloe asked even more suspiciously than before.

"Clark," Lana answered Chloe innocently.

"What?" Clark asked.

"Ah!" Lana yelled as Clark flipped her over on her back.

"I heard him, and I know he's there so just put him on you bitch." Chloe's patience was running thin. Clark said that he didn't meet any girls yet, then again he was Clark... Chloe then shrugged, it didn't matter because the girl would be gone in a few hours anyway.

"Bitch? Now now, there's no need for that." Lana began giggling profusely as Clark tickled her. "Here talk to this person, she has a pretty bad temper." Lana spoke to Clark in between gasps as she tried to stop his tickles.

"Hello?" Clark finally answered the phone, only to find a dial tone in Chloe's place.

"So, Clark... I am going to ask you a few questions, but first, where is your Tylenol?" Lana asked as she held her head, even though she didn't have a headache in the slightest.

"Why? Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bit of a headache goin on." Lana hoped that he would buy her excuse but, if he didn't then she could think up at least five other good ones.

"Top shelf in the medicine cabinet," he instructed, Lana sighed as she opened the bottle and popped two in her mouth.

"Much better, so back to the interrogation." Lana let a sneaky grin creep up on her face and she rubbed her hands together.

"The what?" Clark asked in bewilderment. Did she just say 'interrogation'?

"Who is this 'Chloe' person that likes to be rude and call poor unsuspecting people like myself bitches?" Lana asked as she laid back down next to Clark and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Oh, just an old friend from Central K." Clark hoped that Lana wouldn't ask anymore questions about Chloe. If she did, then he would have to explain a whole lot more than he was comfortable with.

"Ahh, the quintessential jealous ex." Clark began to get a little bit nervous at Lana's words. What exactly had Chloe said to Lana? Clark was experiencing new things on this day. Usually, he would've asked Lana to leave by now, but for some reason he didn't want her to leave.

"She's not my ex." Clark ever so graciously failed to mention that they were on-again off-again buddies. He also failed to mention that their 'sexual relationship' wasn't officially kaput.

"Then what is she?" Lana asked as she casually chipped off her red nail polish "Don't tell me she's your sister." Lana gave him the 'I don't think so' look as she waited for him to continue.

"Well..." Clark started off slowly. He didn't want to piss Lana off. For once, he genuinely liked a girl. It was odd, but true.

"It's ok Clark, we all have our ex's." Lana decided that it was best to drop the subject. She wasn't too keen on getting grilled for information at the moment either and if he decided to turn the questions around then she would find herself in a bit of a pickle.

"Then where's yours?" Lana sighed to herself, moreso at what she had started. She wasn't ready for the questions, not just yet. Lana was better at asking than answering.

"I'm the exception to the rule. Boyfriends are too much work and they tie you down. I'm a loose cannon, a free spirit and I don't need all of that." This caught Clark slightly off guard. If she never dated anyone then...it just didn't make sense and it didn't all add up. At that moment, Clark decided that he was going to stick around to find out what was going on with this girl. He felt this strong urge to know what was going on behind those big, hazel eyes.

"You mean you've never had a real boyfriend before?" he inquired, hoping for some answers to start out with. His reporter skills were finally kicking in.

"Not like a big ole long term one. I mean, I've been on dates and such but no 'I love you honey' type thing." Dates? Clark wasn't so sure about that because for most girls it was different than it was for guys. Most girls didn't just have their first time with a guy that they just met and then keep doing it that way with different guys. Most girls waited for the guy that they thought they were in 'love' with and then when it didn't work out they went buck wild. Then again, Lana Lang wasn't most girls.

"Why not?" There had to be a reason for it and Clark wanted to know, if he was going to keep her around then he wanted to know these things about her.

"So Clark, let's have more get-to-know you talk." Unfortunately for him, she completely ignored his question and made a suggestion of her own.

"Ok," Clark took a moment to think. "How about we eat first?" Clark made this suggestion, hoping to somehow figure out more about her.

"Alright." Lana walked over to the bedroom door and waited for Clark to follow. "Come on..."

"Don't you want to get dressed? You look too tempting right now." Clark had the biggest grin plastered on his face.

"As opposed to what? Some shorts? A lot of good that did last night." Clark shrugged again and finally followed her into the kitchen. "Is there anymore ice cream left?"

"Yeah, and I want to keep it that way." Clark wanted to have some ice cream for himself. After all, it was his favorite flavor

"Please, just a little bit more." Lana was begging only because she knew that Clark couldn't resist. She could get anyone to cave with that face.

"Lana, who eats ice cream for breakfast?" Clark asked, trying to discourage her from devouring his poor ice cream.

"I want some more," Lana did her best British accent in a last ditch effort to get what she wanted.

"Ok Oliver Twist, you win." Clark reached into the freezer and set the ice cream on the counter next to him. "Come get it." Lana was so entranced by the ice cream that she failed to notice the fact that she was walking right into Clark's trap. As soon as she reached for the ice cream, he pulled it away and grabbed her.

"You're a sneaky one eh?" Clark winced at the last bit of her sentence. It reminded him too much of Chloe and right now she was the last person that he wanted to think about. Clark didn't feel guilty because there was nothing to feel guilty about. There was nothing between he and Chloe other than a casual 'meetings' and phone conversations, at least that was the way that he saw it.

"So what do you want to do on your last free day of the weekend? Any homework or anything?" Clark was trying to start a different subject. Anything, he would talk about puppies for all he cared as long as it didn't lead them back to the subject of past relationships.

"Nope, the fate of my Sunday rests in your hands C.K." Lana sighed dramatically and waited for him to continue.

"Alright, well I just finished this article about pandas." Clark scratched the back of his head as he spoke. This was a sign of how uncomfortable and awkward he felt.

"Aww I love pandas! They're my favorite animal." Lana's face lit up in delight as she urged him to go on.

"Ok so, wanna read it for me and tell me if you like it?" he requested in hopes that she would like it. "Then we can do whatever you want." Clark wiggled his eyebrows as he joked.

"Alright, you talked me into it. Where's this article at?" Lana made a grab for the ice cream as Clark walked over to the table and grabbed out a folder. "You are such a little perv," Lana said as she laughed.

"Don't laugh, I didn't do it by choice."

"Don't be embarrassed," Lana reassured him as she opened the folder. "Besides, girls like it when guys have some sensitivity." Lana winked at him and began to read his article, sporadically taking a bite of ice cream. After about ten minutes, she finally finished it. "Clark..." Lana smiled with a sigh.

"That bad huh?" Clark misread her sigh and could feel his cheeks becoming red.

"No, not at all." Lana said quickly, hoping to explain herself. "It was really good," she added honestly. "But you know what this means?" Clark looked up at her and she had that look. That same look that she'd had last night right before she'd asked for his ice cream.

"What?" he prepared himself for an off-the-wall request.

"You are gunna have to take me to the zoo now," Lana stated as a plain fact, rather than a request. "I want to see little Zsablah whatever you call it. I couldn't pronounce that if I tried." Clark couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at the name 'Xing Xi'. Hell, he couldn't even pronounce it if he tried.

"Do we have to go today?" he whined, hoping to put it off until later so she would eventually forget about it.

"You said that I could pick..." she said with the maturity of a two-year-old.

"Alright, fine Lana."

"Woo hoo! I win! I never win these things." Lana jumped up and down and pumped her arms up in mock victory.

"Well I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Hey, I just thought of another joke." Lana smiled at Clark as he braced himself for another one of her insanely bad jokes. "I made it up all by myself too," she stated proudly.

"Alright go for it."

"What did one gun say to the other?" Lana made a gun with her hands as she asked.

"I don't know...shoot?"

"No, that would be retarded."

"Tell me then because I'm just dying in suspense." Clark held an air of sarcasm in his voice and Lana playfully flung some ice cream at him. "Look at what you did now," Clark said as he pointed to the ice cream that was running its way down his cheek.

Lana set the ice cream down and stood closer to him. She reached up on her tip toes, licking the ice cream off his cheek as she seductively whispered, "let's bang." Clark smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Well, if you insist." Clark laughed and picked her up.

"No, you perv! That's the answer to the joke." Lana started smacking his shoulders in an effort to get him to put her down.

"Oh..." Clark laughed with a bit of disappointment.

"Can I ask you a question?" Lana asked as she put the ice cream away.

"You just did," he stated matter of factly.

"No for real you dork."

"Go for it, I'm all ears."

"Why are guys so horny all the time?" Clark nearly snorted in laughter. That had to be one of the most random questions that he had ever heard in his entire life.

"Um, I don't know. Instinct?" Clark answered, once his side stopped hurting.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Clark was nearly crying from laughing so hard, yet Lana was as serious as they come.

"Not really, but I do care to get dressed."

"For..." Clark sighed inwardly. This girl had to have one of the shortest attention spans ever known. Maybe she had an advanced form of A.D.D.

"I thought I was taking you to the zoo?"

"Oh yeah, well then go get dressed and I'll wait here."

"You're going to the zoo wearing my bed sheet?" he asked sarcastically. "Not that I mind, it's just that it might be windy out." he wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to get a rise out of her.

"No, but the chances are that you will take a longer time to get ready than I will. So I should just sit here and wait for you. I bet that you would just love for my clothes to get blown off of me."

"Think so Lana?" he challenged her, knowing that he probably would take a longer time to get ready than she would. "Oh yeah, you know me. I'm the guy waiting for people's clothes to get blown off."

"Oh, I know so. You can't resist everything being perfect because you are such an OCD obsessed fruitcake." Clark chuckled at her, he hadn't heard someone under the age of forty call someone a fruitcake in forever.

"Ok, well I am going to take a shower and you can sit here and wait or you can go home and do the same." Clark began to walk to the closet in order to get some towels as he spoke.

"Ok, dad!" Lana got up and made her way across the hall. "If I beat you, then you have to give me a back rub."

"Fair enough," Clark said as he walked back into his bathroom with his towels.

Clark looked in the mirror before turning on the water. He was actually about to go on a date. He never went on dates. The last time that he had been to the zoo was when he was seven and the last time that he went out with a girl as a date was with Chloe, even though she was more into it than he was. When Clark was finally done with his shower, he walked into his bedroom to pick out some clothes. Clark was about to put his shirt on when two small hands grabbed his sides.

"What the hell...Lana?" Clark said as he turned around to face his date. He stopped for a minute to study her. She looked really good, even in casual wear. Lana stood before him in a short sleeve shirt, a blue jean skirt, and some flip flops. Lana dressed very casual but she couldn't have been more beautiful to Clark. He hair was in a simple ponytail and she had obviously applied a little bit of makeup.

"I told you that I would beat you," Lana said as she poked Clark in the chest.

"How did you get done so fast?" Clark resumed getting dressed as he pulled his shirt over his head. Lana couldn't help but reached up to fix his collar in a very 'wife-like' manner. After briefly examining his blue and white polo for wrinkles, she finally decided that it looked good.

"I'm low maintenance," Lana said as she threw his sheet on his bed. "I won't be needing that anymore."

"Ya never know," Clark said nonchalantly as he reached down to put his socks on. "So where is this zoo?" he asked, finally realizing that he had no idea where the Metropolis Zoo was.

"Looks like I'm driving, we can take my car."

"That's good news, because I don't have one."

"Alright, well then get whatever you wanna take together, because we are leaving like now." Lana tapped the nonexistent watch on her wrist.

"Ok, just hold on a sec." Clark walked around his room searching for his wallet and when he finally found it, he joined Lana in the living room.

"Can we go now?" Lana asked as she played with one of her key chains.

"Yeah, yeah." The couple walked out of the apartment and into the hallway. Clark was fumbling with his keys as he did his best to lock the door for once. Mrs. Murphee was coming out of her apartment when Lana pushed Clark up against the door and began attacking him with her mouth.

"The devil's spawn! What is wrong with society these days!" yelled crazy Mrs. Murphee as she ran down the steps and out of the apartment complex that was filled with 'the devil's spawn'.

"That was mean," Clark said with a slight smile. Yes, it was mean, but also very funny.

"Don't act like it wasn't funny," Lana quipped as she latched onto Clark's arm with her own. "You know you laughed, I see you smirking over there."

"Shh, don't tell." Clark feigned seriousness. "People will think that I'm mean like you," he said as he poked her in the chin.

Lana and Clark were now walking around the parking lot as she anxiously led him to her car. Clark was surprised at the type of car that Lana had. Clark had expected for a small girl like Lana to drive a small, cutesy car. He'd expected anything but the big, red Ford Expedition that stared back at him.

"This is your car?" Clark felt himself liking Lana more and more by the second. Clark examined the entire exterior of the car before noticing the bumper sticker. "Take yer church and take yer steeple, light it on fire and kill all the peeple? Nice bumper sticker Lana."

"Yeah, it's my monster. I call it the pig." Lana jumped up into the seat and revved up the engine. "Isn't it the best bumper sticker you've ever seen?

"The pig? Why do you call it the pig?" he asked, obviously clueless.

"Because it hogs gas like a pig...duh!"

"It's huge," Clark added, not realizing how gay he'd sounded until afterwards.

"Thank-you captain obvious," Lana said sarcastically as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"I'm surprised that you can even see over the dashboard," Clark quipped as he ran his hand over the dashboard.

"Haha very funny. I'm sorry that we can't all be blessed with the tall gene like Mr. Clark 'six foot three' Kent."

"I guess we can't all be blessed like me." Clark stretched his arms back behind his head and leaned back. He was secretly thanking god that she didn't have one of those compact cars that he most likely wouldn't fit in.

When they were stopped at a light, Lana turned on the radio. After flipping through the stations, she decided that a CD would be best and pushed one in.

"What is that?" Clark asked as he looked over.

"It's a CD genius," Lana said sarcastically as she started pushing buttons.

"No, I meant who is it?"

"You can just wait and see." Lana pressed a few more buttons before the song 'Like a stone' by Audioslave started pouring through the speakers in the car. "I love this song," Lana said as she tapped the steering wheel. "This is my favorite mix."

"Me too, I would have never pictured someone like you into this stuff."

"What do you mean?" Lana asked as she kept her eyes on the road.

"I thought you'd be into Brit-pop or something," Clark admitted as he rolled down his window.

"Haha not even close." Lana and Clark sang along like two peas in a pod until the next song came up.

"You like Nine Inch Nails?" Clark asked excitedly.

"Obviously, this is like my favorite song by them." Lana continued to sing along to 'The Hand That Feeds' by Nine Inch Nails until it was over. "Looks like we've got more in common then you thought eh?"

"We definitely have a lot in common and stop saying that," Clark couldn't take her saying that. It reminded him of Chloe just a little bit too much.

"Saying what?" Lana did her best to keep her eyes on the road although she was tempted to steal a glance to her right.

"Eh," Clark said in a very 'Lana-like' fashion.

"Why?" Lana protested.

"It's weird and you're not aloud to because you're not Canadian," Clark stated like the little know-it-all that he was.

"So... I didn't know you were the international language police."

"Well I am now," Clark was being a smart-ass.

"Shut up before I ghetto stomp yo ass," Lana said in the most ghetto voice that she could muster.

"Haha, yeah I'd like to see that one." Clark reclined in the seat and stretched out his long limbs, successfully eliciting an envious groan from Lana. The couple argued and sang some more until Lana finally pulled into the zoo.

"Uh, Lana?" Clark adjusted his seat so that he was sitting straight up as he looked around.

"What?" Lana asked, intent on parking the 'pig'.

"Why aren't there any people here?" Clark questioned, in a more 'it's obvious' kind of tone then an 'I don't know why' kind of tone.

"Maybe we're early," Lana suggested as she turned off the car.

"Lana, I think it's closed." Clark noticed the big sign on the gate that read closed. "It's not rocket science. See the sign?"

"What kind of zoo is closed on Sunday?" Lana smacked her steering wheel with a huff.

"A normal one," Clark answered her sarcastically. "You're the one born and raised in Metropolis. Shouldn't you know when the zoo is closed?"

"Yeah, because I just know all these things." Lana started the car back up and made her way out of the zoo's parking lot.

"Maybe you should. So what's the plan now?" Clark asked as Lana was about to get back on the highway.

"I think we should go eat and we'll see after that," Lana said as she turned the radio back on.

"So where are we gunna eat at?"

"You'll see when we get there."

"I don't know about this."

A/N: I didn't mean for the 'hazel eyes' part to be like that but there was no other way to say it. I didn't mean for it to be the kelly clarkson song lol