***Kent Residence, apartment 15d***
The secret identity of the world's most recognizable superhero reaches his door to check for mail. Picking up his mail, he sorts through bills and junk. Something different is there. A worn white envelope, no stamp, no address, no return address. Clark carefully opens the envelope to discover its contents, an old worn Polaroid photo. Scanning the picture more closely, recognition lights his eyes. It's a picture of himself, beet red, being kissed on the cheek by a face that he had only seen in his dreams for the past 10 years. A short note falls out of the envelope. 'The only place with a decent coffee around these parts'
Clark thought he should have called his parents; let them know he was coming home. It really wouldn't matter though since he could bee there before the conversation ended. In a blur, he flies to the closest thing he can place to home. Even before going home, he slows down and peers in the coffee shop that used to be called "The Beanery". She's not there? Duh Kent, obviously if she put the note on your door she still has to take a plane back. Slowly as to waste as much time as possible, Clark walked the 3 miles back to his old home.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!!" Clark yelled. Martha and Jonathon Kent came out of the barn with giant smiles.
"I told her you'd probably be back before her. I told her to just mail the letter," Martha mused.
"You've talked to Chloe? When is she coming back?"
"Just hold on son," Jonathon said. "She'll be back in about an hour or so. You can wait here, although I doubt you will."
Clark just smiled. "You know me too well. I'll be back before she arrives." With that, he sped off.
Chloe stomach was full of butterflies as she touched down. If Martha was right, he'd already be at the old coffee shop. Chloe drove as quickly as legally possible to the old beanery. Clark sat in the same spot as we used to hang out. I approached him silently, my smile growing as I got closer. He looked up and smiled at me.
"Do you want to start, or me?" Chloe asked
"There is more to tell than can be said in the time this place is still open."
"Where are we off to then?"
"The farm, your house, and then the church. I don't care about anything else that happens in my life as long as I know you will always be there beside me."
With that, Clark pulled a small box out his pocket and opened it to display the most gorgeous diamond ring Chloe had ever seen. She smiled. Jumping into his arms, Chloe kissed her love and whispered softly into his ear.
"I already scheduled the honeymoon."
The secret identity of the world's most recognizable superhero reaches his door to check for mail. Picking up his mail, he sorts through bills and junk. Something different is there. A worn white envelope, no stamp, no address, no return address. Clark carefully opens the envelope to discover its contents, an old worn Polaroid photo. Scanning the picture more closely, recognition lights his eyes. It's a picture of himself, beet red, being kissed on the cheek by a face that he had only seen in his dreams for the past 10 years. A short note falls out of the envelope. 'The only place with a decent coffee around these parts'
Clark thought he should have called his parents; let them know he was coming home. It really wouldn't matter though since he could bee there before the conversation ended. In a blur, he flies to the closest thing he can place to home. Even before going home, he slows down and peers in the coffee shop that used to be called "The Beanery". She's not there? Duh Kent, obviously if she put the note on your door she still has to take a plane back. Slowly as to waste as much time as possible, Clark walked the 3 miles back to his old home.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!!" Clark yelled. Martha and Jonathon Kent came out of the barn with giant smiles.
"I told her you'd probably be back before her. I told her to just mail the letter," Martha mused.
"You've talked to Chloe? When is she coming back?"
"Just hold on son," Jonathon said. "She'll be back in about an hour or so. You can wait here, although I doubt you will."
Clark just smiled. "You know me too well. I'll be back before she arrives." With that, he sped off.
Chloe stomach was full of butterflies as she touched down. If Martha was right, he'd already be at the old coffee shop. Chloe drove as quickly as legally possible to the old beanery. Clark sat in the same spot as we used to hang out. I approached him silently, my smile growing as I got closer. He looked up and smiled at me.
"Do you want to start, or me?" Chloe asked
"There is more to tell than can be said in the time this place is still open."
"Where are we off to then?"
"The farm, your house, and then the church. I don't care about anything else that happens in my life as long as I know you will always be there beside me."
With that, Clark pulled a small box out his pocket and opened it to display the most gorgeous diamond ring Chloe had ever seen. She smiled. Jumping into his arms, Chloe kissed her love and whispered softly into his ear.
"I already scheduled the honeymoon."
