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Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
My Idea: I had a question at the end of "Craving." If there was all that kryptonite in the greenhouse and the greenhouse exploded wouldn't some of that kryptonite go flying through the air? Hhhhhmmmmmm
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
After finishing the remainder of his chores, Clark retired to his fortress of solitude. He couldn't get what Pete had said out of his mind. 'Just don't forget that friends can be trusted. You can tell me anything.' Clark wanted to be able to trust Pete, and Chloe for that matter. But he was afraid. He was afraid of what they would think of him. Even if they didn't think he was a freak, what if they slipped. He had a hard enough time keeping the secret. He pretty much told Pete he could see through walls, but luckily he didn't catch on. And when he had told his father about the driving the post through the granite, Lana had been there. Good thing she had believed the sledgehammer bit. That reminded him.
~~~Lana.~~~
He had forgotten about Lana. She would probably never forgive him for standing her up again. He knew she would have loved her gift, but it was probably too late for him to give it to her now. Maybe he would go over tonight. If he was lucky she would let him try to explain. But even if she did he didn't know what he would say.
"URRRGGG!!!" He cried. Why did everything have to be so difficult.
"Are you alright Clark?" His mother asked from the base of the stairs. Clark jumped at his mother's voice.
~~~Great, one more thing for me to explain.~~~
"I'm fine mom." He lied.
"Really? People who are fine don't usually yell out in frustration. What's bothering you Clark?"
"The question should be what's not bothering me." Clark muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I'm fine mom, really."
"Clark please don't lie to me. Tell me what's wrong. Or…If you don't want to tell me…at least tell your father." She said, forcing the last part out.
Clark looked down at the ground, not wanting to look his mother in the eye. "It's not that I don't want to tell you everything mom." He said in a guilty voice. "It's just that."
"Just what, honey?"
"Well sometimes...sometimes I'm afraid that I freak you out."
"Why would you feel that way?"
"I don't know. It's like the time I saved Whitney from his truck when it exploded. The look on your face when you saw me was of compete and udder shock. And…and maybe a little of fear." Clark said, feeling more and more guilty as he went.
"Clark I was afraid, afraid that you had died or had been hurt. You don't 'freak' me out. I love you. And I want you to know that no matter what powers you develop, I will never think of you that way. You can tell me anything, just like you can tell your father anything."
"Thanks, mom. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about the meteor rocks."
"That's all right sweetheart. So." She said with a sigh. "Did you want to tell me what is bothering you?"
"Mom, how would you feel if your best friend didn't trust you enough to tell you his or her secrets?"
"Well, I guess…I guess I would be a little hurt. But, Clark you know you can't tell anyone, not even Chloe or Pete."
"I know. I'm just afraid that…that if they did find out, they wouldn't understand why I didn't trust them."
"Well, if they were to find out, on their own, I'm sure they would understand that a secret like yours is not something you tell even your very best friend."
Clark gave her a little half smile and then looked to the floor. His mother gave him a kiss on the forehead, and then turned to go back to the house.
After dinner Clark headed towards Lana's house. It was already dark outside, and the temperature was quite cool. But the cold didn't bother Clark. It didn't take him long to reach Lana's. He started towards the house when he noticed a truck sitting in the driveway, Whitney's truck. Clark's heart suddenly sunk to his knees. Not wanting to interrupt the two, he turned around and headed home. At that moment Clark started to realize that he and Lana would not be happening anytime soon, and that maybe he should start looking for someone new and available.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
My Idea: I had a question at the end of "Craving." If there was all that kryptonite in the greenhouse and the greenhouse exploded wouldn't some of that kryptonite go flying through the air? Hhhhhmmmmmm
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
After finishing the remainder of his chores, Clark retired to his fortress of solitude. He couldn't get what Pete had said out of his mind. 'Just don't forget that friends can be trusted. You can tell me anything.' Clark wanted to be able to trust Pete, and Chloe for that matter. But he was afraid. He was afraid of what they would think of him. Even if they didn't think he was a freak, what if they slipped. He had a hard enough time keeping the secret. He pretty much told Pete he could see through walls, but luckily he didn't catch on. And when he had told his father about the driving the post through the granite, Lana had been there. Good thing she had believed the sledgehammer bit. That reminded him.
~~~Lana.~~~
He had forgotten about Lana. She would probably never forgive him for standing her up again. He knew she would have loved her gift, but it was probably too late for him to give it to her now. Maybe he would go over tonight. If he was lucky she would let him try to explain. But even if she did he didn't know what he would say.
"URRRGGG!!!" He cried. Why did everything have to be so difficult.
"Are you alright Clark?" His mother asked from the base of the stairs. Clark jumped at his mother's voice.
~~~Great, one more thing for me to explain.~~~
"I'm fine mom." He lied.
"Really? People who are fine don't usually yell out in frustration. What's bothering you Clark?"
"The question should be what's not bothering me." Clark muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I'm fine mom, really."
"Clark please don't lie to me. Tell me what's wrong. Or…If you don't want to tell me…at least tell your father." She said, forcing the last part out.
Clark looked down at the ground, not wanting to look his mother in the eye. "It's not that I don't want to tell you everything mom." He said in a guilty voice. "It's just that."
"Just what, honey?"
"Well sometimes...sometimes I'm afraid that I freak you out."
"Why would you feel that way?"
"I don't know. It's like the time I saved Whitney from his truck when it exploded. The look on your face when you saw me was of compete and udder shock. And…and maybe a little of fear." Clark said, feeling more and more guilty as he went.
"Clark I was afraid, afraid that you had died or had been hurt. You don't 'freak' me out. I love you. And I want you to know that no matter what powers you develop, I will never think of you that way. You can tell me anything, just like you can tell your father anything."
"Thanks, mom. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about the meteor rocks."
"That's all right sweetheart. So." She said with a sigh. "Did you want to tell me what is bothering you?"
"Mom, how would you feel if your best friend didn't trust you enough to tell you his or her secrets?"
"Well, I guess…I guess I would be a little hurt. But, Clark you know you can't tell anyone, not even Chloe or Pete."
"I know. I'm just afraid that…that if they did find out, they wouldn't understand why I didn't trust them."
"Well, if they were to find out, on their own, I'm sure they would understand that a secret like yours is not something you tell even your very best friend."
Clark gave her a little half smile and then looked to the floor. His mother gave him a kiss on the forehead, and then turned to go back to the house.
After dinner Clark headed towards Lana's house. It was already dark outside, and the temperature was quite cool. But the cold didn't bother Clark. It didn't take him long to reach Lana's. He started towards the house when he noticed a truck sitting in the driveway, Whitney's truck. Clark's heart suddenly sunk to his knees. Not wanting to interrupt the two, he turned around and headed home. At that moment Clark started to realize that he and Lana would not be happening anytime soon, and that maybe he should start looking for someone new and available.