DISCLAIMER:I don't own these characters, people, or things. *sigh* But if I did....(dreams of a non-existent life)
Sorry it's taking me so long. I didn't have help on this chapter so don't be surprised if it gets edited soon. Hee-hee!
Like I said in the notes, I wanted to include everyone. This is it!
Clark watched Lex speed off and looked down at the metal piece in question.
He had told the truth. He really didn't know what it was or did.
"Then why do I feel like I've not been honest?"
"Clark! Was that, Lex?"
Jonathan Kent was walking towards his son with a bag of soil.
Clark turned around, quickly stuffing the metal object in his pocket.
He grabbed his father's load from his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. Jonathan smiled.
"Yes, I invited him to the party but he said he was going to be busy."
"Well, we need to get started on the garden or your mother won't be able to plant her flowers.
You wouldn't like it when she's angry."
Clark, grinned and started walking around the barn.
Jonathan was close behind.
The party was crowded with every friend of the Kent's. Martha was a little surprised by the turn out.
The kitchen was full of dishes. She put her hands in the warm water and began to wash them.
"Jonathan, I didn't know this many people would show up!"
Her husband smiled a little at his beaming wife and kissed her cheek. She loved it and he knew it. Jonathan, on the other hand, didn't know how he liked it yet.
He wasn't much for big crowds but he was glad she enjoyed them.
He grabbed a piece of barbecued chicken from a plate on the counter.
As he took a bite he asked,
"I wonder where Clark is?"
She shook her head amused at his muffled question. She knew another boy who did the same thing.
"Oh, he's probably talking with Pete and Chloe. I think I saw them together in the barn."
"Some party, Clark!"
Chloe said with a smile. Pete chuckled.
"Yeah, at least your parents are better at planning parties than you."
Clark faked a shocked expression.
"Really? You didn't like my party?"
Chloe shoved Clark into the hay. She spoke with her most sarcastic voice.
"Oh, your party was fantastic! Really!"
Pete laughed and took Clark's hand to help lift him up.
"Why aren't you over there hitting on Lana?"
Clark blushed a little at the mention of the girl of his dreams.
"Isn't Whitney here?"
Chloe worked to not show the hurt on her face at Clark's reaction.
The tightness in her voice wasn't noticed.
"Uh, no! You better go over there while you have a chance!"
Clark started to walk away but stopped.
"No, I need to go to my room for a while first."
Pete and Chloe looked at each other obviously shocked.
Pete shook his head.
"Are you feeling alright?"
With a smile Clark shook his head.
"I'm fine."
Clark walked outside and breathed in the air.
He had a lot to think about and with the party he hadn't had much time to.
"Clark!"
Lana bumped into Clark. She looked up to see his face and laughed at his expression.
"You were deep in thought."
He smiled a little.
He thought she had the most beautiful laugh.
He had to catch his breath. She was wearing her necklace.
"I guess I'm just tired."
She placed a hand on his arm.
"You look like you're not feeling well."
He stepped back a little.
"I'm not. I need to go lie down."
She was a little surprised at his reaction.
"I understand. This is a wonderful party. I hope you get to feeling better." Lana then turned and walked away. Clark started to feel better physically but his heart was a little bruised.
He sighed and wrung his hands as he started towards the house.
Martha was putting the last of the dishes away. She noticed her son slam through the door.
"What did the door do to deserve that?"
Clark turned to see his mother a little upset at him.
"I'm sorry, mom. I just needed to vent a little.
"Well, we've talked about slamming doors."
She smiled and walked towards him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing really. I just need to be alone for a few minutes."
She looked at him worriedly.
"Do you want to talk?"
"Not to be rude but I need to go to my room."
He turned to walk away but Martha stopped him.
"You know you can talk about anything with me or your father, right?"
Clark smiled and hugged his mom.
"I know. I will tell you both once I understand myself."
"I don't want to pry. I know you need your privacy."
She let go of her tall son and watched him go. She shook her head a little.
"Will I ever stop worrying?"
...to be continued
Sorry it's taking me so long. I didn't have help on this chapter so don't be surprised if it gets edited soon. Hee-hee!
Like I said in the notes, I wanted to include everyone. This is it!
Clark watched Lex speed off and looked down at the metal piece in question.
He had told the truth. He really didn't know what it was or did.
"Then why do I feel like I've not been honest?"
"Clark! Was that, Lex?"
Jonathan Kent was walking towards his son with a bag of soil.
Clark turned around, quickly stuffing the metal object in his pocket.
He grabbed his father's load from his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. Jonathan smiled.
"Yes, I invited him to the party but he said he was going to be busy."
"Well, we need to get started on the garden or your mother won't be able to plant her flowers.
You wouldn't like it when she's angry."
Clark, grinned and started walking around the barn.
Jonathan was close behind.
The party was crowded with every friend of the Kent's. Martha was a little surprised by the turn out.
The kitchen was full of dishes. She put her hands in the warm water and began to wash them.
"Jonathan, I didn't know this many people would show up!"
Her husband smiled a little at his beaming wife and kissed her cheek. She loved it and he knew it. Jonathan, on the other hand, didn't know how he liked it yet.
He wasn't much for big crowds but he was glad she enjoyed them.
He grabbed a piece of barbecued chicken from a plate on the counter.
As he took a bite he asked,
"I wonder where Clark is?"
She shook her head amused at his muffled question. She knew another boy who did the same thing.
"Oh, he's probably talking with Pete and Chloe. I think I saw them together in the barn."
"Some party, Clark!"
Chloe said with a smile. Pete chuckled.
"Yeah, at least your parents are better at planning parties than you."
Clark faked a shocked expression.
"Really? You didn't like my party?"
Chloe shoved Clark into the hay. She spoke with her most sarcastic voice.
"Oh, your party was fantastic! Really!"
Pete laughed and took Clark's hand to help lift him up.
"Why aren't you over there hitting on Lana?"
Clark blushed a little at the mention of the girl of his dreams.
"Isn't Whitney here?"
Chloe worked to not show the hurt on her face at Clark's reaction.
The tightness in her voice wasn't noticed.
"Uh, no! You better go over there while you have a chance!"
Clark started to walk away but stopped.
"No, I need to go to my room for a while first."
Pete and Chloe looked at each other obviously shocked.
Pete shook his head.
"Are you feeling alright?"
With a smile Clark shook his head.
"I'm fine."
Clark walked outside and breathed in the air.
He had a lot to think about and with the party he hadn't had much time to.
"Clark!"
Lana bumped into Clark. She looked up to see his face and laughed at his expression.
"You were deep in thought."
He smiled a little.
He thought she had the most beautiful laugh.
He had to catch his breath. She was wearing her necklace.
"I guess I'm just tired."
She placed a hand on his arm.
"You look like you're not feeling well."
He stepped back a little.
"I'm not. I need to go lie down."
She was a little surprised at his reaction.
"I understand. This is a wonderful party. I hope you get to feeling better." Lana then turned and walked away. Clark started to feel better physically but his heart was a little bruised.
He sighed and wrung his hands as he started towards the house.
Martha was putting the last of the dishes away. She noticed her son slam through the door.
"What did the door do to deserve that?"
Clark turned to see his mother a little upset at him.
"I'm sorry, mom. I just needed to vent a little.
"Well, we've talked about slamming doors."
She smiled and walked towards him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing really. I just need to be alone for a few minutes."
She looked at him worriedly.
"Do you want to talk?"
"Not to be rude but I need to go to my room."
He turned to walk away but Martha stopped him.
"You know you can talk about anything with me or your father, right?"
Clark smiled and hugged his mom.
"I know. I will tell you both once I understand myself."
"I don't want to pry. I know you need your privacy."
She let go of her tall son and watched him go. She shook her head a little.
"Will I ever stop worrying?"
...to be continued
