Part 2

They all sat down at the Talon. None of the waitresses came to them, because Lana was there. Lana laughed at the realization that nobody was coming because of her, in her head.

"So how long have you two been together?" Allan asked, sitting across from them.

"Oh..., it's not like that." Lana said, a bit of a sigh coming from her words.

"We're just friends," Clark commented.

Allan leaned over across the table, and eyed Lana and flirtatiously said "Oooohh, really," he then sat back down and laughed. Lana and Clark laughed too.

Lana got up. "Well, I'll go get us something. What do you guys want?"

"I'll take what I usually get," Clark said.

"I'll just have a soda." said Allan, now looking through his bookbag.

"It's on the house," Lana smiled at Allan. "Consider it a welcoming gift."

Allan looked up at Lana. "Thanks, but I'm looking for something else."

Lana nodded and walked off.

Clark looked at Allan. "What are you looking for?"

"Just some medicine," he answered.

Clark used his x-ray and saw a small container with pills in it, in the right pocket of Allan's book bag. "Did you check the right pocket?" Clark asked.

Allan took Clark's advice and sure enough found his medicine in the right pocket. "Wow, good advice, thanks." he said, grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and then he put the napkin on the table, and lied two pills ontop of it. He then put the container back.

Clark didn't want to be rude or nosey, so he didn't ask what they were for.

Lana came back with the drinks. He handed Clark his mug, and then went to hand Allan his glass. Allan's hand was shaking evidently as he went to take the glass. Allan moved his hand away and sighed. Lana just lied the glass on the table. She then sat down and looked at Allan's hand that was still shaking. Then Allan's head started jerking to the left every couple seconds. "You okay?" Lana asked.

Allan took a second, and when the shaking stopped. He quickly down his medication. He looked down.

"Something wrong?" Clark asked.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I..., I have Parkinsons."

"Oh, that's why you dropped your books this morning," Clark said.

Allan nodded.

"It's alright," Lana said. She put a hand on his shoulder. "You should've told us sooner. I would've carried your books to your next class for you." She smiled and removed her hand.

Allan looked up. "That's alright," I wanted to start public schooling to show I can be the same as everyone else.

"You don't have to be like everyone else. It's our differences that make us special." Clark said, knowing full well about being different.

Allan lifted his glass and took a sip. "Not everyone thinks that. You'd be surprised how many people will move away from you once they know your sick."

Lana frowned. "Well, who needs those people!" she said putting her arms in the air in a sarcastic gesture.

Allan giggled lightly. "Is everyone this nice, in this town?"

"Well, if they're not. You tell me, and I'll make them." Clark jokingly cracked his knuckles.

Allan lifted his glass of the table again. It started shaking. Clark grabbed Allan's hand and the glass and rested it down on the table. Lana got up. "I'll get you a straw."

"No, you don't have to-"

"It's no problem." Lana smiled and walked off.

"And why aren't you going out with her?" Allan asked lifting an eyebrow over at Clark.

"Sometimes people can't admit their differences," Clark said. "And that will sometimes keeps people apart."

Allan looked down and sighed. "Yeah, and sometimes it's the only way to have people stay."

Clark moved his head back a bit, realizing there was a deeper issue in this. At least somebody was seeing things from his point of view.

Lana came back with a straw, and suddenly another song played in the talon, there was a stereo in the back that the pa system was attached to. It was a mix of current songs, and some classical symphony songs.

Allan listened to the song. Suddenly a tear came from his eye.

-end of pt 2