Clark Kent dribbled the basketball down the driveway and flew towards the net, dropping the ball right in. He slowly dropped to the ground, landing on his feet. He grinned slightly to Pete. "I can never get tired of doing that. Sorry." Pete shook his head and grinned back. Clark tossed the ball to his best friend. "Beat that." he said jokingly. Pete threw the ball towards the net, watching it sink right in. He grinned. "I just did." The two friends laughed. "Well, I better be heading home. Dinner." Pete looked to his watch and Clark nodded. "See you later." He watched his friend leave, then walked inside his house.


Jonathon Kent glanced to his son from his seat at the table. "Hey Clark, your cousins come over today." Clark nodded slightly. "Oh yeah. How long are they staying?" he questioned. "A week or so." Jonathon looked back to his newspaper. Clark sat down on a chair. "Haven't seen them for a while. How old is Rosalind now?" Jonathon looked up. "She'd be...she'd be about thirteen now. Ty would be your age." He sounded a bit surprised. "Rosie's growing up." Clark smiled. "Yeah. I wonder if Ty still plays basketball." Jonathon sighed. "I don't think so. Emilia's been having some troubles with him lately. Ever since his dad died, he's been different. He won't listen to her. Just comes and goes as he pleases. She is hoping I can talk with him." Clark frowned. "Oh. That's no good. Maybe things will get better. It hasn't been that long since...it happened." Jonathon nodded. "I hope things get better too. Emilia's been through a lot." He shook his head as he thought about his younger sister. She had been through a lot lately.

((Sorry about the shortness of this chapter. Hehe.))