By: Martina (Marty) Rated: don't know yet... Summary: The best about being friends.



I can't remember the first time I saw him as a friend, but it wasn't long ago. I just remember what he did for me that made me see him as my friend, it was that day when I saw something in the newspaper, it was a little article, not seeable at all, but in some way I saw it, and read it. It was about the accident, when my parents where killed. It said; 'after all these years we got a hold of some information, a boy, was on the cornfield when a meteor struck. He was brought to metropolis hospital, and his condition was really bad, but the most interesting was that he became bald. This 8-year- old boy, can he be the son of Lionel Luthor? We asked, but he denied the accident.' I had never asked, where were Lex when the meteor struck? Could it be him?

He sat there as usually, he sat in the shadow, like he was hiding. He looked frightening in a way, but this time I could see through him. He was a person with a lot of sadness, I nodest it in his deep blue eyes. How I did it, was that I knew how it was to have this big feeling secretly hiding in your heart, and killing you from inside. He looked my way, gave me one of his smirks, like he always do. But this was different. He looked like he was. The feeling he's expressing is to hard to explain, no words can say how he looks. Well, he looks like this is his last day on earth and yet he looks happy. How can he do that? 'Lex, how do you do it?' He look at me and says. 'What?' it takes time to say this in a right way, but finally I get it out. 'You can look like you're the happiest rich guy in the world, and yet be so sad that anyone who nodest it want to know you. To talk to you, to be your friend. My point is, how can you hide like that?' He looks at me with confused eyes and makes a gesture for me to sit. He finally speak. 'I thought no one could see through me, what's so special with you miss Lang?' I was blushing now, and I just hope he can't see it. 'I don't think I'm special, I'm just an observer.' I smile at him and gets up to walk away, when he takes my hand, 'Thank you.' He let me in. From that moment, he was my friend.

Clark were smiling at me, that Kent smile. It's so annoying! He smile like I had no pants on me or something. 'Stop smiling, for gods sake!' He gives me a laugh and we walk into the school. He had stopped smiling, thank you! Clark had been really annoying this past week, he and Chloe 'had got it on' and was not talking about anything else, Chloe this and Chloe that. I just wanted to hung myself, but to my great disappointment Smallville's store was out of ropes. Than I remembered something, I wondered if it would be appropriate to ask him. 'Clark, can I ask you something?' His smile was back of coarse, but I went on anyway. 'Why is it that Lex don't got any hair?' Clarks smile faded immediately. 'Why do you ask?' 'Just curious.' Clarks eyebrows was wrinkled like he had a rough time to decide if to tell me or not. 'Just if you promise not to tell anyone.' I nodded, 'He was in Smallville with his dad, and he was out in a..' 'Cornfield?' All through math I spent on thinking about Lex, I can't even imagine how it is to loose your hair when you're just eight. It most have been horrible. And this bugged me all day, and all the afternoon. I just had to see Lex, if he was okay. He maybe even wanted to talk, or something. I don't expect anything. Nothing.

'Do you want me to close up for tonight?' Mary asked with the keys dangling in her hand, I snatch them and say that I can close up. And it had its reasons, I knew that Lex always stays to look over things before he goes. So I clean up, slower than usually and just waits for him to come out from his office, and I had to wait for a very long time. I somehow fell asleep. And when I woke up, I wasn't at the Talon any longer, I just saw trees going by, where was I? 'Hey.' I turn around and sees Lex, and I was in his car. 'Hey, I didn't nodest I fell asleep, I'm sorry.' 'It's no problem.' He gives me a smile and turns his head over to look at the road. He looks very tired himself, I guess that his life isn't just good. 'tired?' 'You have no idea.' Oh yes I have, but I don't say that. I can't, because I just can't take my eyes of off him, he look so beautiful when he just relax, his face is not that stiff, and he looks pretty normal to me. And it makes me do something, the seat is like a sofa so I get near him and lays my head on his shoulder. His reaction is confusion, but I leave my head where I left it. And I smile when his arm is around me. I felt safe there, in his warm arms. And maybe, just maybe. We could be more than just friends.