Disclaimer: Let's be completely honest with our selves. I don't own Smallville, really, I don't. I didn't in the 3 chapters before this and I don't now. NOR WILL I EVER! So stop asking me!
Summery: Mostly trying to keep the readers occupied until I figure out where I'm going with this...
Note: I thought about this after my Math Exam today... I had an hour and forty five minutes to kill so I had to do something productive, otherwise I would have gone nuts and started plucking the feathers off an imaginary chicken....
Lana looked up at Clark with her arms crossed across her chest and her eyes were filled with hurt and distressed emotions. Clark's eyes immediately fell to the floor.
"You shouldn't be here." he said in a quiet voice.
Lana ignored his comment and started to talk.
" Why did you ignore me today Clark? Whenever I tried to say something you would just keep walking. I even threw peas at you during lunch and still you wouldn't look in my direction!" she said, it wasn't really a scream, but louder than a normal conversation.
"I asked Whitney, what he wanted. And he told me that.... he wanted me to stay away from you." he replied, eyes still fixed on the floor.
"That's not his decision, Clark. It's yours. So what do you decide?" she asked calmly. Clark pondered her words for a moment.
"I have decided that we should go out side and look at the stars, where there's no Whitney around to know." he said as he broke into a smile.
"Sure, why not?" she said and returned the smile.
They went out to the huge field behind Clark's house and took a seat on the cool grass. Clark couldn't imagine a more perfect moment then he was experiencing right then. He looked up at the billions of shining stars and decided that life couldn't possibly be any sweeter. "You would never be able to see stars like this is Metropolis." he thought to himself.
"So Clark, which one is yours?" asked Lana while her eyes scanned the massive night sky above them.
"I have no clue" Clark answered.
"But I like to think it's that one." he said pointing to a big but not very bright star in the north east. It was, at this time of year on the very edge of the horizon and secluded from all the other stars.
"Why that one?" Lana asked, following Clarks pointed finger.
"I don't know, I guess cause it's a lot like me. Big and on the outskirts of the sky, looking in on all the other inhabitants, constantly moving and changing, even though we may not see it right away." he said studying the star for probably the hundredth time. Lana looked at him with a curious expression.
"...Or maybe I'm just reading too deeply into this." he said with a smile. They sat there for a while in silence, their eyes darting from one star to the next.
"Why are you my friend, Clark?" Lana asked, breaking the silence. Clark smiled and took his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened it up and took out what appeared to be a small card, folded up and yellow with age.
"Do you remember sixth grade, Lana?" he asked looking down at the precious memory he held in his hand.
"Vividly, it was the year we stopped having Christmas parties and recess." she said with a smile.
"Well, in addition to that, it was also the year that the teachers didn't make us give Valentines. This should partly explain why you're my friend " he said handing her the small card. Lana took it from him and immediately her eyes started to fill with tears. It was a valentine she had given him in sixth grade. It had to little peanuts hugging each other and the words: "I'm Nuts About You" in a bubble near the top. On the back it said, "To: Clark, From Lana" in big childish letters.
"That was the only valentine I got that year, and I've kept it with me ever since." he said, watching her. Lana looked at Clark and had no idea how all those people could just ignore him the way they had.
"Clark, I do believe you are the best kept secret in Smallville." she said handing the card back to him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing perfectly well what she meant, but he decided to fish for complements anyway.
"I can't believe that someone could meet you and not see what I see." she said, looking deep into his eyes.
"What do you see?" he asked.
"I see.... kindness.... and gentleness, and patients...and understanding." she said moving her face closer to his.
"Lana, what would you say if I said I wanted to kiss you right now?" he asked leaning in closer to her.
"I would say...What took you so long?" she replied and her lips met his in a passionate kiss. After a few moments they pulled away, and both were breathless. Clark laid down on the grass and Lana out her head on his stomach.
"So, what do we do now?" asked Clark, returning his eyes to the sky.
"I dunno, it'll come to us I'm sure." Lana said calmly.
"Tell me something no one else knows about you." , said Clark as he ran a piece of grass through his fingers.
"Hmmm... well, I was never really in love with Whitney." Lana told him. She could feel his stomach muscles tense as he raised up to look at her.
"Really? Then why are you still with him?" he asked in disbelief.
"I don't want to be. I'd rather be with you." she said looking back at him.
"Why?" Clark asked laying back down.
"Because you are everything Whitney isn't. I think I started dating him because it was...kind of expected of me. I mean, head cheerleader and the football star, Homecoming King and Queen. I don't think I loved him, I just loved being loved. I guess I felt that if I was to break up with him I would be letting everyone down." she confessed.
"Not everyone.", Clark smiled.
"Wow, it's 11:24, we've been out here for about 2 hours." he said looking at the hands on his glow in the dark watch.
"I should be getting home." Lana said standing up and brushing off her jeans.
"So what's the status of you and me?" asked Clark hopefully.
"Well, you're more than a friend, way more." Lana said as they walked through the field.
"I want you to be mine, Lana." Clark said enveloping his arms around her from behind.
"I want to be yours too, Clark. Would you walk me home?" she asked taking his hand.
"I'd be delighted." he said as a broad smile crossed his face. They walked through the field and down the street and finally up to Lana's front porch.
"Goodnight Clark." she said and gave his lips a short and sweet kiss .
"Night, Lana" he said watching her go. As he walked home that night, there was a slight skip in his walk.
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"Oh Lana, your home! Whitney called while you were out." said Nell, who was sitting in a chair reading a book.
"What did you tell him?" asked Lana in a worried tone.
"I said you were at Clark's. That was right wasn't it?" she asked.
"Ya....night." she said and went up to bed.
