Neither of them could really see... Lana felt around the room trying to figure out where Whitney was.
Clark was up against the opposite wall trying to avoid Lana. He knew he couldn't control himself around her.
"Whitney? Where are you?" Lana said with a smile.
"No where!" Clark answered.
"Are you acting shy?" Lana said with a giggle.
"N-no... Clark said with a guilty voice.
"Huh... What's wrong. You're not acting like your self?" Lana asked, while still trying to find him in the dark closet. Every time she came close to him he would quickly move out of the way.
"Whitney? You don't have to be afraid of little O me! Lana said sarcastically.
When Lana said that, Clark started to laugh. Lana heard where he was and threw herself at him.
"Ha! I got yea!" Lana said satisfied.
With Lana in his arms, Clark could feel himself turning back into himself! Looking surprised at this event he let go of Lana.
"Whitney?" Lana said shocked at the way he was acting.
Clark knew that Lana couldn't see him in the dark. She thought he was still Whitney. Slowly making sure of himself, he came close to her body. Pressing his warm self, up against her. Holding her at the waste, they stepped towards a wall. Still not able to see one another all to well, Clark bent down to kiss her. He wanted this moment for so long. Those lips of hers were the device of his torment. Kissing ever so softly at first. Wanting to make this moment last forever. As they progressed into the kiss they started to heat up. Clark grabbed Lana, picking her up and lightly making her back hit the wall. He looked up at her. Even thought it was dark he could see her enough. She came back down into his arms. Their lips connected with a heat of passion. Lana suddenly stopped, pulling away from Clark's embrace.
They stud in silence until Lana decided to speak.
"Whitney... That wasn't you! You don't feel like that! You don't kiss like that! I have never felt like that!" Lana confessed.
Their hearts were beating; they seemed to be out of breath. Lana reached out to Clark trying to feel his face. Clark blocked her hand. Again she moved towards him with her other hand. Clark grabbed them both. Holding them in the air by his head not allowing them to go any farther.
"Say something!" Lana pleaded.
Letting go of Lana's hands, she threw them down by her sides. Lana quickly reached for the light switch that hung over their heads. Before Clark could stop her, she pulled down on the switch making the room visible to her eyes. To her shock it was Clark standing in front of her not Whitney... Not saying anything, just gazing at each other from across the walls. Lana in shock started to stumble backwards trying to get away. Unfortunately for her, there was a wall. She ran to the door handle, but it was locked. She tried furiously to open the door.
Lana started to passe back and forth... Not knowing what to think. She started to scream and hit the door. Clark contained her before she would hurt herself. They gazed at each other's eyes. Lana's, tearing up pulled herself from Clark's embrace. When someone from the outside opened the door Lana ran out. She quickly passed the old janitor who had locked the door in the first place. Not stopping to pick up her backpack, she ran towards the exit.
Clark stepped out of the closet, "LANA!" Clark yelled after her, but she was already out of the door.
Clark looked at her backpack that was lying on the floor. He quickly picked it up and started to the exit very slowly. When he managed to get home he stopped off at Lana's house. Standing by the door, not knocking, just staring. He placed the backpack by the door. With one last glance he head home. Lana was looking through her bed room window at him from above...
Clark was up against the opposite wall trying to avoid Lana. He knew he couldn't control himself around her.
"Whitney? Where are you?" Lana said with a smile.
"No where!" Clark answered.
"Are you acting shy?" Lana said with a giggle.
"N-no... Clark said with a guilty voice.
"Huh... What's wrong. You're not acting like your self?" Lana asked, while still trying to find him in the dark closet. Every time she came close to him he would quickly move out of the way.
"Whitney? You don't have to be afraid of little O me! Lana said sarcastically.
When Lana said that, Clark started to laugh. Lana heard where he was and threw herself at him.
"Ha! I got yea!" Lana said satisfied.
With Lana in his arms, Clark could feel himself turning back into himself! Looking surprised at this event he let go of Lana.
"Whitney?" Lana said shocked at the way he was acting.
Clark knew that Lana couldn't see him in the dark. She thought he was still Whitney. Slowly making sure of himself, he came close to her body. Pressing his warm self, up against her. Holding her at the waste, they stepped towards a wall. Still not able to see one another all to well, Clark bent down to kiss her. He wanted this moment for so long. Those lips of hers were the device of his torment. Kissing ever so softly at first. Wanting to make this moment last forever. As they progressed into the kiss they started to heat up. Clark grabbed Lana, picking her up and lightly making her back hit the wall. He looked up at her. Even thought it was dark he could see her enough. She came back down into his arms. Their lips connected with a heat of passion. Lana suddenly stopped, pulling away from Clark's embrace.
They stud in silence until Lana decided to speak.
"Whitney... That wasn't you! You don't feel like that! You don't kiss like that! I have never felt like that!" Lana confessed.
Their hearts were beating; they seemed to be out of breath. Lana reached out to Clark trying to feel his face. Clark blocked her hand. Again she moved towards him with her other hand. Clark grabbed them both. Holding them in the air by his head not allowing them to go any farther.
"Say something!" Lana pleaded.
Letting go of Lana's hands, she threw them down by her sides. Lana quickly reached for the light switch that hung over their heads. Before Clark could stop her, she pulled down on the switch making the room visible to her eyes. To her shock it was Clark standing in front of her not Whitney... Not saying anything, just gazing at each other from across the walls. Lana in shock started to stumble backwards trying to get away. Unfortunately for her, there was a wall. She ran to the door handle, but it was locked. She tried furiously to open the door.
Lana started to passe back and forth... Not knowing what to think. She started to scream and hit the door. Clark contained her before she would hurt herself. They gazed at each other's eyes. Lana's, tearing up pulled herself from Clark's embrace. When someone from the outside opened the door Lana ran out. She quickly passed the old janitor who had locked the door in the first place. Not stopping to pick up her backpack, she ran towards the exit.
Clark stepped out of the closet, "LANA!" Clark yelled after her, but she was already out of the door.
Clark looked at her backpack that was lying on the floor. He quickly picked it up and started to the exit very slowly. When he managed to get home he stopped off at Lana's house. Standing by the door, not knocking, just staring. He placed the backpack by the door. With one last glance he head home. Lana was looking through her bed room window at him from above...