*Abandon* by Electric Spyro
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*~*~*
It was midnight and both Chloe and Gabe were sleeping quietly in their rooms. Lana lay wide awake in my bed staring at the blank ceiling think of who else but Clark?
Suddenly she sat up. She had to see Clark again. When she'd left earlier she hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him alone again. It was kind of late, but she couldn't wait any longer. She'd already waited to long to finally unmask the mystery of Clark Kent.
The loft light was glowing when she pulled into the Kent Farm. She silently got out of the car and made her way to the barn.
*~*~*
Clark was sitting lazily on the couch in his plad pajama pants and tight white t-shirt. He'd only just remembered the paper had to write for english class and always felt more inspired when he was working in the loft. The paper was already two thirds full. Just a little more...
"Hey, Clark."
He quickly looked up and met Lana's beautiful eyes.
"Lana."
"I'm sorry if it's too late for me to be here."
"No, it's okay. A little warning might've been nice."
Lana smiled guiltily.
"I didn't wanna wake your parents."
Clark laid his notebook down onto the table in front of him and vowed to finish his paper as soon as Lana left.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why did you suddenly have the urge to see me at twelve 'o clock in the morning?"
Lana looked at her feet and then forced herself to gaze back at Clark.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew that I believe you."
"That's good. I'm glad you believe me," Clark replied a little crudely.
"I really would like to be closer to you - like we were - but I just don't feel like I know you anymore."
Clark sighed and joined Lana in staring at the floor.
"I don't think you'd want to get close to me, Lana."
"Why not?"
"I'm not who think I am," Clark said depressingly as he stood and walked towards the loft window. " I tried to be the perfect guy and I tried so hard I became a totally diffrent person. I'm not at all what you want in a boyfriend."
Lana cautiously made her way next to Clark.
"What I want in a boyfriend," Lana began."Is kindness and loyalty and respect and love. And that's exactly what you're full of, Clark. You're always there when I need you."
Clark painfully glanced at Lana and then looked up at the stars.
"Can you just try to trust me?" she asked softly.
He looked back her and saw the popular cheerleader that he could never have. All those endless hours dreaming about her and now she was finally here before him asking him to trust her completely - something that he'd wanted to do his whole life.
"I guess I could try."
Lana smiled and then her eye caught his notebook.
"Did you forget your homework again?"
"Yeah, but I'm almost done."
"What class?"
"English."
"What about?"
"It's an essay about a tradition my family has. It isn't very good though..."
"Read it to me and I'll tell you if it's good or not," Lana spoke up as she plopped down on the broken-in couch.
"Lana, it's almost twelve thirty," Clark informed trying anything for an excuse.
"No getting out of it, Clark. You want to start trusting people? This is how you do it," Lana exclaimed firmly.
Clark gave Lana a defeated look and then moved to the couch and grabbed his notebook. Lana sat on the opposite side of the furniture and waited patiently for Clark to start.
"I think every family has traditions. Whether they are big or small they mean something to the group of relatives that participate in them. My personal favorite is during Christmas. My father is always the first one in all of Smallville to get a tree and my mother makes sure the decorations get put up in just the right way. The smells and tastes of Christmas burn in my heart. There's nothing like that wonderful feeling when your sitting in the living room awed by the beauty of the dimly lit pine tree as it stands royally in front of you showing off its many beads and candles and other various ornaments. I think that Christmas, even without all the presents and Christmas decorations, is very important to anyone who celebrates it. You're safe and happy surrounded by the many people that will love you no matter what."
With that sentence he stole a glance at Lana. Her eyes were shut and she laid there calmly with a small smile playing on her lips.
Clark grinned and put his notebook down. He wanted to stay with her in the loft all night, but he knew Gabe would be extremely worried. Clark would have to take her back to the Sullivans.
*~*~*
Clark slowly carried Lana out of the loft and into her truck. He laid her down in the passenger seat then got in, started the car, and backed out as quietly as he could.
On his way to the Sullivan home, he noticed that snowflakes were gradually falling from the sky. Not as fast or threatening as they'd been when he and Lana had gotten stuck in the storm, but soft and gentle. It reminded him of peace and unity.
He arrived at their destination, carefully parked the truck in the driveway, and cut the engine.
Cautiously picking Lana back up, he walked towards the front door and saw it immediately open with a very sleepy and troubled looking Gabe Sullivan standing behind it.
"Clark, oh my God what -"
"It's okay, Mr. Sullivan. She's fine she just fell asleep at my house and I thought I should bring her back here," Clark explained innocently.
Gabe politely held the screen door open for him and tried as hard as he could to keep his eyes open. He was too out of it to argue with anything Clark had just said and knodded dazily.
"Oh, alright. You can go ahead and put her in room. Thanks for bringing her back by the way."
"Not a problem."
*~*~*
Clark reached Lana's room and delicately laid Lana down on her bed. She had obliviously wrapped her arms around his neck and he reluctantly pulled him away and set them at her sides. Looking around, he found a blanket and threw it around her affectionately.
He wanted so much to kiss her again. But if she didn't want that, then he couldn't. He could wait. He sat down on her bed for a few moments just watching her sleep.
As he stood to leave, he felt a tug on his left arm. Lana had grabbed it.
"Clark?"
"Yeah, I'm here, Lana." he answered sitting back down.
"Are you aware that you were going to leave without kissing me goodnight?"
Clark smiled sheepishly and leaned forward giving her a short peck on the cheek.
Before he could pull his head away, Lana put her hand on his cheek and guided his face towards hers. They kissed and Clark felt like he'd won the lottery. Not in a million years - no ten million years - had he ever guessed that he, Clark Kent, would be able to feel perfectly happy and open towards Lana Lang.
He finally pulled away.
"Goodnight, Lana."
"Night, Clark."
And with that, he left.
*~*~*
not the end yet. still got a little more 2 go. review and make me happy. :o)
A.n. some more clana 4 u all. enjoy :o) thanx a lot for the TONS of reviews. u guyz r the bestest! :o)
*~*~*
It was midnight and both Chloe and Gabe were sleeping quietly in their rooms. Lana lay wide awake in my bed staring at the blank ceiling think of who else but Clark?
Suddenly she sat up. She had to see Clark again. When she'd left earlier she hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him alone again. It was kind of late, but she couldn't wait any longer. She'd already waited to long to finally unmask the mystery of Clark Kent.
The loft light was glowing when she pulled into the Kent Farm. She silently got out of the car and made her way to the barn.
*~*~*
Clark was sitting lazily on the couch in his plad pajama pants and tight white t-shirt. He'd only just remembered the paper had to write for english class and always felt more inspired when he was working in the loft. The paper was already two thirds full. Just a little more...
"Hey, Clark."
He quickly looked up and met Lana's beautiful eyes.
"Lana."
"I'm sorry if it's too late for me to be here."
"No, it's okay. A little warning might've been nice."
Lana smiled guiltily.
"I didn't wanna wake your parents."
Clark laid his notebook down onto the table in front of him and vowed to finish his paper as soon as Lana left.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why did you suddenly have the urge to see me at twelve 'o clock in the morning?"
Lana looked at her feet and then forced herself to gaze back at Clark.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew that I believe you."
"That's good. I'm glad you believe me," Clark replied a little crudely.
"I really would like to be closer to you - like we were - but I just don't feel like I know you anymore."
Clark sighed and joined Lana in staring at the floor.
"I don't think you'd want to get close to me, Lana."
"Why not?"
"I'm not who think I am," Clark said depressingly as he stood and walked towards the loft window. " I tried to be the perfect guy and I tried so hard I became a totally diffrent person. I'm not at all what you want in a boyfriend."
Lana cautiously made her way next to Clark.
"What I want in a boyfriend," Lana began."Is kindness and loyalty and respect and love. And that's exactly what you're full of, Clark. You're always there when I need you."
Clark painfully glanced at Lana and then looked up at the stars.
"Can you just try to trust me?" she asked softly.
He looked back her and saw the popular cheerleader that he could never have. All those endless hours dreaming about her and now she was finally here before him asking him to trust her completely - something that he'd wanted to do his whole life.
"I guess I could try."
Lana smiled and then her eye caught his notebook.
"Did you forget your homework again?"
"Yeah, but I'm almost done."
"What class?"
"English."
"What about?"
"It's an essay about a tradition my family has. It isn't very good though..."
"Read it to me and I'll tell you if it's good or not," Lana spoke up as she plopped down on the broken-in couch.
"Lana, it's almost twelve thirty," Clark informed trying anything for an excuse.
"No getting out of it, Clark. You want to start trusting people? This is how you do it," Lana exclaimed firmly.
Clark gave Lana a defeated look and then moved to the couch and grabbed his notebook. Lana sat on the opposite side of the furniture and waited patiently for Clark to start.
"I think every family has traditions. Whether they are big or small they mean something to the group of relatives that participate in them. My personal favorite is during Christmas. My father is always the first one in all of Smallville to get a tree and my mother makes sure the decorations get put up in just the right way. The smells and tastes of Christmas burn in my heart. There's nothing like that wonderful feeling when your sitting in the living room awed by the beauty of the dimly lit pine tree as it stands royally in front of you showing off its many beads and candles and other various ornaments. I think that Christmas, even without all the presents and Christmas decorations, is very important to anyone who celebrates it. You're safe and happy surrounded by the many people that will love you no matter what."
With that sentence he stole a glance at Lana. Her eyes were shut and she laid there calmly with a small smile playing on her lips.
Clark grinned and put his notebook down. He wanted to stay with her in the loft all night, but he knew Gabe would be extremely worried. Clark would have to take her back to the Sullivans.
*~*~*
Clark slowly carried Lana out of the loft and into her truck. He laid her down in the passenger seat then got in, started the car, and backed out as quietly as he could.
On his way to the Sullivan home, he noticed that snowflakes were gradually falling from the sky. Not as fast or threatening as they'd been when he and Lana had gotten stuck in the storm, but soft and gentle. It reminded him of peace and unity.
He arrived at their destination, carefully parked the truck in the driveway, and cut the engine.
Cautiously picking Lana back up, he walked towards the front door and saw it immediately open with a very sleepy and troubled looking Gabe Sullivan standing behind it.
"Clark, oh my God what -"
"It's okay, Mr. Sullivan. She's fine she just fell asleep at my house and I thought I should bring her back here," Clark explained innocently.
Gabe politely held the screen door open for him and tried as hard as he could to keep his eyes open. He was too out of it to argue with anything Clark had just said and knodded dazily.
"Oh, alright. You can go ahead and put her in room. Thanks for bringing her back by the way."
"Not a problem."
*~*~*
Clark reached Lana's room and delicately laid Lana down on her bed. She had obliviously wrapped her arms around his neck and he reluctantly pulled him away and set them at her sides. Looking around, he found a blanket and threw it around her affectionately.
He wanted so much to kiss her again. But if she didn't want that, then he couldn't. He could wait. He sat down on her bed for a few moments just watching her sleep.
As he stood to leave, he felt a tug on his left arm. Lana had grabbed it.
"Clark?"
"Yeah, I'm here, Lana." he answered sitting back down.
"Are you aware that you were going to leave without kissing me goodnight?"
Clark smiled sheepishly and leaned forward giving her a short peck on the cheek.
Before he could pull his head away, Lana put her hand on his cheek and guided his face towards hers. They kissed and Clark felt like he'd won the lottery. Not in a million years - no ten million years - had he ever guessed that he, Clark Kent, would be able to feel perfectly happy and open towards Lana Lang.
He finally pulled away.
"Goodnight, Lana."
"Night, Clark."
And with that, he left.
*~*~*
not the end yet. still got a little more 2 go. review and make me happy. :o)