A Summer in Love

Chapter Twenty-Five:

Lois Lane was completely and utterly bored out of her mind, as she drove down the endlessly dusty, and dirt-filled roads, in the one state she never, ever wanted to come back to.

Kansas.

The first time she had been to this state, over one year ago, it had been an absolutely horrid experience, and now, now this is where she would be living for the foreseeable future.

It was a horrible, unpleasant, and unimaginable thought.

She didn't want to be here at this moment or at all, let alone live here, but it's not like she had much of a choice in the matter. All because she had failed the last semester of high school, and her father had practically ordered it, only giving her a short few hours to prepare. The only bright side to this new turn of events would be that she didn't have to live underneath her father' thumb anymore. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted, and that was a freeing—liberating, and overpowering thought.

But, it still sucked…majorly.

The past two days, had been absolutely dreadful, as she drove through the many, many states, only stopping for food or sleep, but nothing was more dreadful than driving through the bland state that was Kansas.

It was plain.

It was boring.

It was dusty.

But, most of all, it was filled with stalks and stalks of corn, and quite honestly, if she had to drive past anymore fields filled with them she was going to lose her damn mind.

She knew that she should be feeling more ecstatic—happier about this new change of scenery, especially since she wouldn't have to deal with her father' rules anymore, and would be spending lots and lots of time with her beloved cousin, but all it was accomplishing was bringing back memories—memories she would rather not think about.

This is where she met him.

This is where she found out his secret.

This is where she felt their connection.

This is where she said goodbye to him.

This is where she spent one whole week doing absolutely nothing, but thinking about the man who had saved her life—who had changed so, so many things within only knowing him for a few short hours.

And, as much as she enjoyed—as much as she loved reminiscing about him—about their time together, it only reminded her that he was gone from her life…forever.

That thought alone, which is one she thought about a lot, made her feel all the emotions she had felt in the past year, but being here, in the state where it had all began, only made it so, so much worse.

She felt that overwhelming pain, over leaving him, more profoundly.

She felt that all-consuming emptiness consume her entire being, mind, body, and soul.

But, more importantly, she felt more and more alone than she has ever felt in her entire life.

She could feel the tears brimming behind her eyes, and quickly blasted the stereo, only to stop the onslaught of thoughts—the memories of what had happened, what could have been, and what would never be.

A few hours later, she was still driving down the chalky, dusty dirt-roads, and of course, stalks of corn surrounded her on both sides, but she had finally made it.

Thank god, she thought, silently.

As much as she hated moving here—living here, it was nice to know that in a matter of a few minutes she would be reuniting with her favorite cousin, and she would be the only person in this horrid town to make it all worth it.

The sign that welcomed citizens, immediately caught her attention, as she drove past it. 'Welcome to Smallville, Kansas…The Meteor Capital of the World.'

Meteor capital of the world? They are known for a god damn meteor shower? What kind of welcome is that? Just where in the hell have I moved to?

All these thoughts ran rampart in her mind, confusing her, until she remembered something—something that never strayed too far from her mind.

Could it be? Was it even remotely possible?

When they had first met—when he had told her the truth about himself, he had informed her that he had entered this world through a meteor shower, and now she was moving to a small-town, in Kansas of all places, where consequently a meteor show had occurred.

Was it just a coincidence that they had met each other in this state or was it something…more?

She groaned, loudly, and quickly shook her head from side to side, dispelling those kinds of thoughts. You really need to stop thinking like this, she mentally scolded herself.

It just wasn't a possibility, even if one part of her wanted to believe it, and it wasn't the first time her mind had taken this course.

Every single time something weird—something bizarre—something out of this world came to her attention, whether it be rumors of people with strange abilities or something inhuman he was her first thought. And, as much as she wanted to hope—to pray—to believe that it was true, it just wasn't possible.

He was gone.

They were never going to see each other again, and she needed to accept that fact, even if it meant she would feel this emptiness—this loneliness for the rest of her life.

Pete parked his black Mustang outside of Chloe' house before they both got out of the car and leaned up against the tail end. "So, when is she going to be here?"

Chloe looked down at her watch, and smiled, widely, as she glanced back up at him. "She should be here in a few minutes, give or take."

"Well, we better make this quick then…You have everything on your side taken care of?"

She nodded. "Yes, once she gets here I will spend the entire day with her, distracting her while everyone else finishes setting up the Talon for tonight. I might even get her to talk about her time with Clark."

He scoffed, that just didn't seem like it would even be a possibility. "Good luck with that, Chlo. It took me over one damn year just to get him to tell me her name. I highly doubt she's going to say anything, especially if she is anything like what both you and Clark have told me."

A mischievous smirk spread across her face. "You do realize who you're talking to, right?"

How could he forget? She was really, really good at convincing people to talk about things they didn't particularly like talking about. "Yes, I know I'm talking to the master of manipulation. Have I ever told you that, that little quirk of yours can be extremely annoying, but in this case, it might actually help us in the long run."

She scowled, briefly, at his first comment before nodding, enthusiastically. "Yeah. I need to figure out if my beloved best friend and cousin feel the same way about each other, or else this plan of ours is going to go to shit."

"Well, it's quite obvious that Clark is still in love with her, even after all this time. The question is, how does Lois feel about him?"

She pondered that for a few seconds. "You know, it's so weird, she always tells me about all the guys she's dated and messed around with, but for some reason she hasn't uttered a word about falling in love with some guy in her time away."

He frowned, slightly. "Is that a good thing or not?"

"I would definitely say it's a good thing. She never loved those other guys so, if she really does love Clark then the fact that she lost him would make her want to close herself off from everyone she cares about." She paused, as a thought occurred to her. "I wonder if Cassie or maybe even Wes knows about this…"

He frowned, even more so. "Cassie? Wes? Who the hell are they?"

She offhandedly waved her hand in the air, dismissing his questions. "It doesn't matter. Anyways, back to the plan, once everything is ready at the Talon I'm going to message you when we get there."

"And that's when I sneak Clark out the back since you and Lois will be coming in the front…" He trailed off, momentarily before asking the question he has pondered several times over the past two days. "You know, I don't understand why we can't just reunite them inside. Wouldn't it be better, more exciting if they saw each other as soon as you guys walked in the door?"

Men! They didn't understand anything, she thought before rolling her eyes, and crossing her arms over her chest. "As exciting as that might be, it beats the whole purpose of a quiet and intimate meeting."

He made a face, full of disgust. "Intimate?"

"Okay. Let me ask you this, what if you and Natasha had been separated for over one hellish long year, and when you got the chance to see her again would you rather it be in a room full of people or would you rather it be just the two of you?"

It would definitely be the latter, he thought. "Okay, I get it, we want them to have more privacy during this reunion. So, I'm going to lead Clark outside, and—"

"And after I've managed to get her away from the onslaught of people who are going to want to talk to her, we will make our way outside, and the rest, well, that will happen naturally depending on how they react to seeing each other again."

He grinned from ear to ear, at the thought of what this night was going to bring.

It was a complicated plan.

They were meddling and manipulating everything that was going to happen tonight, but in the end, it would hopefully bring happiness to his best friend, and the woman he has yet to meet.

Her voice, interrupted his thoughts. "Speaking of Clark, where is he?"

An expression of complete remorse and regret spread across his features. He knew exactly where Clark was, and he felt like shit when he left him alone with the one person he didn't want to be alone with, but he didn't really have a choice, not when Chloe had practically ordered him to pick her up. It was either get a reproachful glare from Clark or never hear the end of how he ruined everything from Chloe. He made the most logical choice.

"He's at the Talon, preparing for the surprise party…with Lana."

Her eyes widened in disbelief before her nose crinkled, and her face distorted into a look of astonishment. "Oh no. That's not good."

He agreed, with a slight nod of his head. "Yeah. Not when Lana has been on a one-woman mission to get Clark back, which is why I should get back before something drastic happens that could screw this whole thing up."

It was quite possible that if Lana tried anything, Clark could refuse to come to the Talon tonight, and that couldn't happen. This was only going to work if both Clark and Lois were there, hell, the only reason they were throwing this party was to reunite them.

"Yeah, good idea."

Just as Pete was about to say goodbye, they heard an engine roaring, and looked up to see a red convertible park directly in front of his car.

Chloe grinned from ear to ear, as she realized that it was Lois, and started running towards her full-force. "LOIS!"

Lois, who hadn't even escaped from the confines of her car yet, was practically trampled to the ground, as Chloe embraced her in an air-escaping bear hug. "Woah! Damn, Chloe. Let me get out of my car first, won't you?"

She ignored that remark, as she pulled away from her. "I haven't seen you in forever! Let me enjoy this moment!"

She chuckled, at her joyous cousin' behavior, and could feel excitement bubble up inside of her, at the thought of spending time with the one person who had brightened her childhood. "I missed you too, cuz!"

Chloe grinned before pulling her towards Pete. "Come on, there's someone I want you to meet."

Lois groaned, inwardly, she hadn't even been here for five minutes, and she was already being introduced to new people. It was going to be a long day, she thought before coming face to face to a short, dark-skinned man, and smiled, softly at him.

"Hey, I'm—"

Her words got caught in her throat, as he swiftly grabbed her hand, kissed the top of it, and smiled, charmingly up at her. "No need. I know everything about the lovely Lois Lane."

She laughed, at his gesture, and instantly took a liking to him. It wasn't every day that a man gallantly introduced themselves, in the way this young man had. "Really? I hope it was all good things, you never know with this one."

"Hey!" Chloe protested.

"Of course, it was all good things. I've heard quite a lot about you, even all your adventures over the years."

She glanced, uneasily, between the two of them. "All of them?"

He grinned from ear to ear, at her apparent nervousness. "Don't worry, I haven't spoken a word about the wild things Chloe has told me, especially about that little rendezvous in Metropolis where you—"

"I thought we agreed that we weren't going to ever talk about that again," she quickly interrupted him, sending him a glare. "Besides, I was drunk when I told you that."

He smiled, victoriously, at the shocked expression plastered on Lois' face, like she couldn't believe that Chloe had actually told someone about that. It was a funny story, but one he wasn't allowed to speak of, not even to his best friend.

Chloe turned towards Lois. "Well, this is Pete Ross, one of my best friends, and as you can see he is quite…particular."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think we're going to get along just fine. He's got spunk. I like that."

He smiled, at her obvious approval, and as much as he'd like to stay here and get to know the woman who had captured his best friend' heart, he had more important things to worry about, like how his best friend was cursing his name over and over again across town. "Why thank you, Lois. I would really like to continue this frivolous meeting, but I'm pretty sure that you two have lots of catching up to do, besides I've got somewhere to be."

She nodded. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Pete."

"The pleasure was all mine." He turned towards Chloe, giving her a knowing glance. "Message me later."

She nodded before wrapping her arm around Lois' shoulders, and dragged her inside, intending to start her part of the plan.

As he drove down the streets, towards the Talon where his best friend was probably in need of some assistance, he thought about his meeting with the lovely Lois Lane.

It made perfect sense, he thought. He could easily understand why Clark was so smitten with her, hell, if she wasn't the woman his best friend loved, and he didn't have his own woman he would definitely be interested in wooing her.

She was beautiful.

She was opinionated.

She had lots and lots of spirit within her.

She was feisty, that was one of her most obvious traits, and it was what made her stand out from everyone else.

He grinned from ear to ear. He couldn't wait to see the look on their faces, when they saw each other tonight.

Clark was feeling so, so many emotions at the moment, as he listened to Lana prattle on and on about her very uninteresting and complicated relationship with Jason, but the emotion he felt more sincerely than all the others was complete and utter anger.

He was going to kill Pete! How could he have left him alone with her of all people?

For the past hour, he has been hanging up decorations for the surprise party Chloe had planned for her cousin, who was moving to Smallville today, and at first it was fun, but ever since Pete had left him it has been pure hell. She wouldn't stop going on and on about her failed relationship with the assistant football coach, and he was sick and tired of hearing about it.

It wasn't jealousy he was feeling at the moment, hell, that was an emotion he hasn't felt in a very long time, but it was the fact that she was only going into detail about this just to get a reaction out of him. For over a year, she has been doing everything in her power to make him jealous—to make him want to get back together with her.

Well, that was never, ever going to happen, he thought, and silently fumed, as she continued her little rant, and wished—prayed that he could be anywhere but here at this very moment.

"He started blaming me! Can you believe that? I thought that we were past this, but of course, he just keeps bringing it up over and again…"

He stopped what he was doing, completely fed up with this conversation, and looked over at her. "Lana, as interesting as this conversation is, can we please talk about something else?"

She looked over at him, nodded, and turned back to what she was doing. A small, sly smile appeared on her lips. It was working. It was actually working. The only reason she had spent the past hour talking about Jason was to make him jealous, and it seemed that her plan to get him back was working wonderfully. This past week, she had made the decision to win back his heart by being more straightforward, and at first it seemed that it wasn't going to work, but thanks to Pete and Chloe it was starting to look up. They had been spending lots and lots of time together over the past two days, which meant she could be alone with Clark, and that's precisely what she wanted.

She looked over at him, her breath catching in her throat, as he reached to hang some streamers, and his muscles flexed through his dark blue t-shirt.

God, he was incredibly sexy, she thought.

After a few moments of gawking, she regained her composure enough to speak. "So, why do you think Chloe is doing all of this for her cousin?"

He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really care why she was doing this for a cousin he had only heard about a few times, hell, he didn't even know her damn name, but if Chloe wanted to do this for her then he was going to help.

"I mean, what's so special about this girl? Why not just take her on a spending spree in Metropolis? Why does she feel the need to throw her a surprise party?"

He sighed, heavily. "I don't know, Lana. Maybe it's because she hasn't seen her in a long time and wants to do something special for her."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's possible, but I've heard that this cousin of hers hates surprises, and I mean she like literally despises them."

His hands stopped in midair, at her words, and it made his mind travel back to all those times he surprised Lois, knowing she hated them, and got berated for it every single time. A small smile crept up on his face, as he thought about all those times he surprised her. The carnival. The cliff jumping. The romantic date in Montana. The beach. She really did hate surprises, he thought, but in the end, she loved him even more for doing all those little things just for her.

And, just like that, his smile fell, and his heart clenched, in unbearable pain. He took a deep breath, softly closing his eyes, and pushed away the memories. He didn't need to think about that—about her right now. Not with Lana here. She wouldn't understand, hell, the only people who truly understood were his parents and Pete, but even they didn't know the truth depth of his emotions.

No one, other than Lois and himself, ever would.

"Really? Where did you hear that?"

"Pete."

He frowned, slightly. How would Pete know something so personal about a woman he has never met before? It just didn't make sense, unless, Chloe had told him, but that raised the question, why didn't she tell him about it?

His thoughts were interrupted by Lana' voice. "You know, they've been spending quite a lot of time together…"

He looked over at her, not liking the way she had uttered those words. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, but if I was Jimmy or Natasha I would be wondering why they are spending so much time together all of a sudden."

He ignored the hidden message behind her words. What she was insinuating just wasn't a possibility. Chloe was completely in love with Jimmy, and Pete was already falling hard for Natasha, besides they would never do something like that, especially with each other.

But…

It was weird. Over the past two days, they have been spending more and more time together, which was unusual since they all usually hang out together, but for some reason he was being left out of the loop. It was like they didn't want him to know something—like they were hiding something from him, but what?

It was driving him crazy! What was so important that they felt the need to hide things from him? What could they not be telling him?

A few hours later, they had finally finished setting up the Talon for tonight, and scanned their eyes over everything they had accomplished in a matter of a few hours.

Lana smiled. "It looks great in here! I can't believe we did this in just a matter of a few hours. It's going to be one hell of a surprise party!"

"Yeah." He started gathering his things, wanting to get back home in time for dinner before getting ready for the party tonight.

She felt like the world was coming to an end, as she watched him prepare to leave, and knew she needed to think on her feet to stop him from leaving. One way or another, tonight would be the night that she got what she wanted…Clark.

She gradually walked over to him, swaying her hips from side to side, and fluttered her eyelashes. "So, Clark, who are you coming to this party with?"

He looked over at her, and sighed, heavily, at the way she sauntered over to him and at the predatory look in her eyes. For the past few hours, she hadn't tried talking about them or even tried making a move on him like she usually did, and he had thought that she had finally understood, but that obviously wasn't the case. When was she going to give up?

"I'll be coming with Pete since he is getting ready at my house."

She frowned. "Isn't he going with Chloe?"

"Uh, no. She's going with her cousin. You know, the whole reason we spent all day decorating this place."

She nodded, and walked closer to him, making him very, very uncomfortable at her close proximity. "What about Natasha? Why isn't Pete going with her?"

"She's not coming tonight."

"Why not?"

He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really care about who was coming with who to this damn party, especially when all he was worried about was getting the hell out of here, and away from the woman standing in front of him.

"Well, why don't we go together?"

He stared at her wide-eyed for several seconds. So, that's why she hadn't acted like her normal self today. She wanted to put his guard down, and hopefully convince him to go to this party with her. Well, that wasn't happening, he thought to himself.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I'll give you two reasons. Firstly, I don't think it's a good idea, and secondly, I don't think Jason would appreciate it very much."

She moved closer to him, making him take several steps backwards until his back was pressed against the wall, and she was practically looming over him. "It doesn't matter what he thinks."

He really, really wanted to be anywhere but here at this moment, especially since, she was coming onto him stronger than she ever has before, and it wasn't appealing. It was like he was her prey, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings, but if that's what he had to do to get her to back off then that's exactly what he was going to do.

"I-I can't go with you, Lana."

She pouted, slightly. "Why not? It's not like your dating anyone so, what's the problem?"

He didn't dare answer that question. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was currently single or that she was obviously on the outs with Jason. It was because of her. It would always be because of Lois. If Lana wanted to go just as friends than he wouldn't have a problem with it, but he knew better than that, especially with the way she was acting right now. She wanted him to be her date, as in romance—chivalry—gallantry, and that was something he wasn't even remotely interested in, especially with her. There was only one woman he could ever imagine doing those things with, one woman he still loved with all of his heart after all this time, and she would be the only woman for him.

But…

She was gone, and it didn't matter if he was never going to see her again because it was his choice, even if a part of him knew he should try to move on from her, but he couldn't. If he had to he would live the rest of his days alone because she was it for him, and it would only ever be her.

Lana watched as emotion after emotion crossed his handsome features, and fumed, silently at what she saw in his eyes. He was thinking about her—about the woman, who had stolen him away from her over one year ago, and as much as she hated to admit it, it was obvious that he was still in love with her, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting what she wanted, desperately.

She slowly traced her fingers up his chest, grasping his face in her hands, and pressed her body against his.

He pushed himself further against the wall, wanting to escape from their current predicament. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to make you realize what's been right in front of you all this time, and in the process make you forget all about her…" And with that, she quickly closed the space between them, and pressed her lips, hungrily against his.

He reacted, quicker than a normal human being, by gripping her slender shoulders in his large hands, and forcefully pushed her away from him. He couldn't believe that she had actually done that…again. Didn't she understand that he wanted nothing to do with her? Didn't she understand that he was still in love with Lois? Didn't she understand that being with her or anyone for that matter was the last thing he wanted?

He quickly moved away from her, putting much needed distance between them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I thought it was pretty obvious."

"We've been over this, Lana."

"I don't care! I want this! I want you!"

He sighed, heavily. "What about Jason, huh? How would he feel knowing that you were here with me instead of trying to fix what's left of your relationship?"

She huffed and puffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "He doesn't care! I broke up with him last night!"

He stared at her, wide-eyed for a few moments, in utter disbelief. "So? What? You thought that since you and Jason weren't dating anymore that it would be okay to kiss me?"

"Why not? We are both single, and don't pretend like you don't want to be with me because I know you do. It's all you've ever wanted."

"It's all I used to want, but things change—feelings change, and I haven't felt that way about you in a very long time."

"You're lying to yourself if you actually believe that. Don't you see that we are perfect for each other? Can't you see how much I want this—how much I want you?"

Oh, that was quite obvious, he thought. "I know what you want, Lana, but what you seem to not understand is that I don't want to be with you."

She moved closer to him, making him take several steps back from her. "Why are you fighting this? Why are you fighting us? I love you, Clark!"

He sighed, heavily, as much as he didn't want to hurt her feelings, it seemed it was the only thing that was going to work in a situation such as this one. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I don't love you, Lana."

"Why? Because of her?"

He looked her straight in the eyes. "Yes."

Now, she was pissed. After all this time—all this hard work she put into getting him back, a part of her believed that it was actually working, that he was actually moving on from her, but it was obvious that he was never going to stop loving this woman.

"Wow! You're still in love with her, aren't you?" She didn't wait for an answer, her anger making her speak before thinking. "Do you really think she feels the same way about you? It's been over one year since then, and she still has you wrapped around her little finger. The stupid, little whore has probably been with hundreds of men since her little summer romance with you."

Everything evaporated around him, as her words rung in his mind, and he immediately saw red. It didn't matter if they weren't together anymore. It didn't matter if he was never going to see her again, but no one, not even his friends talked about her like that.

He quickly closed the space between them, their faces inches apart, and glared, menacingly at her. "Don't! Don't you ever talk about her like that again!"

She took a few steps back from her, feeling slightly terrified, at the expression on his face, one she has never seen before. "What does she have that I don't?"

He didn't hesitate. "My heart."

"W-what about us? What about everything we have shared together?"

"There is no us, Lana. There never was." And with that, he quickly walked away, leaving her standing there completely and utterly speechless.

He stormed outside, in a complete rage, his fists clenched at his sides, and quickly hurled himself into a nearby alleyway. Every part of his body was fuming with undeniable anger and frustration. Anger because Lana had brought out the worst part of himself, the Kal part of himself by trashing Lois. Frustrated because a part of him wondered if she was right. Was she still in love with him? Does she ever think about him? Has she really moved on with someone else?

His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest. It didn't matter if Lois didn't think about him anymore. It didn't matter if she didn't love him anymore. It didn't matter if she was with someone else because no one would ever change the way he felt. He still thought about her every single day and night. He still loved her. He would never let anyone else into his heart.

Lois Joanne Lane was the love of his life—his soulmate—the one and only person he could imagine himself being with.

In his mix of anger and frustration, he felt as if the world was crashing down on him, and spun around, plunging his fist into the brick wall, pieces falling to the ground into shattered little pieces.

"What the hell, Clark!"

He looked over, at the familiar voice, and frowned. None of this would have happened if he hadn't have left him alone with her. He wouldn't be questioning everything, at this very moment. Over the past year, he hadn't ever questioned Lois or what she was feeling, but now, now he was wondering if Lana was right, and that's what hurt the most. Not knowing how she felt about him after all this time because he still felt the same way he did the moment he said goodbye to her.

Pete had never seen his best friend in this state before, it was like he was looking at Kal, not Clark, and that terrified him, slightly. Just what the hell had happened? "Clark, what's going on? Why do you look like you want to kill someone?"

"Ask Lana."

He sighed, heavily. Figures she would have something to do with this new attitude. "I'm sorry, Clark, I never should have left you with her."

He glared, his emotions overriding his judgement. "Your right. You shouldn't have left me with her."

He dropped his head, feeling like complete shit. "I'm sorry, man."

Clark softened his gaze, his hands unclenching, and felt himself calming down, at the regret his best friend was obviously feeling. It wasn't his fault. He was just angry, and was taking it out on the one person who didn't deserve his anger. "No. I'm sorry, Pete. I shouldn't take it out on you. It's not your fault. Lana just pissed me off so god damn much, and I needed to let off some steam."

He looked up at him. "What did she do? I've never seen you like this before…"

"It doesn't matter."

"Of course, it does. It's obvious that she said or did something to piss you off so, how about we go back to your house, and you can tell me about it while we get ready for the party."

Clark looked at his best friend, with regret. "I'm not going."

Pete felt all the color draining from his face, and his heart started beating frantically in his chest. "W-what? You have to come!"

He frowned at him. "Why?"

"B-because, Chloe wants us all to meet her cousin."

He shook his head from side to side. "I'm sorry, but I think I've had enough excitement for one day. I'll meet her some other time. Tell Chloe I'm sorry."

Before Pete could respond, he super sped away, and he blinked several times. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

He never should have left Clark alone with Lana, especially today of all days, but now, he needed to figure out how he was going to fix this because there was no way in hell this night was going to be ruined. It might be more hazardous than WWIII, but he would be convincing Clark to come to this party tonight, even if he had to tell him the truth.

His best friend would be reuniting with the love of his life…tonight, no matter what it took.

Well, things have definitely taken a turn for the worst. Clark is now refusing to come to the surprise party, and questioning Lois' feelings towards him all because of Lana. And Chloe and Pete's plans have definitely crumbled into a million pieces. The Clark and Lana scene wasn't particularly easy to write, especially since I don't like writing her as a complete bitch, but it had to be done for what's to come in the next chapter. I know you all probably expected the reunion to happen this chapter, but there's lots of things that lead up to that moment, and I promise the next chapter you won't be disappointed. It will either be posted tomorrow of the next day so, you don't have to wait terribly long.

I hope you enjoyed chapter twenty-five!