The day and the week went by fairly quickly. Before they knew it was
Thursday afternoon. Clark and Rory had just gotten home. As they headed
into the kitchen, they continued to chitchat about the day. Rory's fears
about being out of place were put to rest halfway through the first day.
After the gossip about her incident with Charlie got around and everyone
she passed pointed and whispered, she was certain she would die. But by
lunch there was a new rumor to suffice the throngs of high school students.
She had even begun to make friends with some of the students. Chloe let
her be a guest columnist in the Torch after she found out the she was a
writer. In short Rory was beginning to like Smallville high. She liked even
more that the work she was doing and the projects she'd helped Clark with
didn't count on her GPA so she was able to just have fun.
"Hey you two. How was school?" Martha asked as the two teens entered the kitchen.
"It was good." They both said.
"I'm going to go out and get my chores done before it gets dark." Clark said as he stole a piece of peach out of the bowl that Martha was using to make a pie.
"I'm going to change." Rory said as she headed up stairs. As she went she was completely unaware of the eyes that were following her. Once she had disappeared from sight, Clark reached over for another piece of peach but this time was met by a slap on the hand.
"If you eat all the peach now, you won't have any pie later." Martha rebuked him. "Can I ask you something Clark?" she asked in a kinder voice.
"Sure" he said sitting on the stool across from her.
"Do you like Rory." She asked.
"Sure, she's great. We're getting to be really good friends." He said hoping him mom wouldn't see through it like she did with Lana.
"I don't mean like that. I mean do you really like her?" she asked again.
"Yea." He said quietly knowing he couldn't lie to her.
"I'm glad." She said equally as quiet.
"What? Why?" he asked confused by her response.
"Because I know that Lana's a very nice girl, but I hate to see you always getting your heart broken by her. I know you like her a lot, but it's ok to move on and like someone else." She said lovingly. Clark looked skeptical. "At least think about it."
"Ok." He agreed and then got up to go do his chores. After a few minutes Rory came down in a worn pair of overalls and a simple tank top trimmed with lace.
"Is there anything you need done?" she asked, not believing how much she had begun to enjoy doing the farm chores. Granted the most she ever had to do was milk the cows, gather eggs, or feed the barn animals.
"I don't think so sweetie." Martha told her. "I already milked the cows and gathered the eggs because I needed them for the pie, and the animals don't need to be fed for a few hours."
"Ok, do you need any help in here?"
"No, but if you want to keep me company, you're welcome to."
"Ok." Rory said as she pulled up a stool.
"So how are you liking Smallville so far?" Martha asked making small talk.
"I like it. It's less insane than home, but still interesting." She explained as she took the peach and knife Martha handed her.
"I'm glad, can you peel some of these?"
"Sure."
"So what about you and Clark?" she looked up at Rory and saw a faint blush cross her cheeks. "How are you two getting along?"
"Good. He's really nice, but I think he feels like he has to take me along with him everywhere."
"I don't think that's why he does it." Martha chuckled.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Sweetie, Clark has never been one to take in every new person he meets. He has always been kind of a loner, but he has his good friends." Martha explained.
"I don't understand." She said confusedly.
"Clark likes you." She laughed.
Rory's face blushed 10 shades of red. "How do you know?" she asked.
"Mothers can always tell about these thing." With that she let a comfortable silence envelope them as they finished the pies.
"Hey you two. How was school?" Martha asked as the two teens entered the kitchen.
"It was good." They both said.
"I'm going to go out and get my chores done before it gets dark." Clark said as he stole a piece of peach out of the bowl that Martha was using to make a pie.
"I'm going to change." Rory said as she headed up stairs. As she went she was completely unaware of the eyes that were following her. Once she had disappeared from sight, Clark reached over for another piece of peach but this time was met by a slap on the hand.
"If you eat all the peach now, you won't have any pie later." Martha rebuked him. "Can I ask you something Clark?" she asked in a kinder voice.
"Sure" he said sitting on the stool across from her.
"Do you like Rory." She asked.
"Sure, she's great. We're getting to be really good friends." He said hoping him mom wouldn't see through it like she did with Lana.
"I don't mean like that. I mean do you really like her?" she asked again.
"Yea." He said quietly knowing he couldn't lie to her.
"I'm glad." She said equally as quiet.
"What? Why?" he asked confused by her response.
"Because I know that Lana's a very nice girl, but I hate to see you always getting your heart broken by her. I know you like her a lot, but it's ok to move on and like someone else." She said lovingly. Clark looked skeptical. "At least think about it."
"Ok." He agreed and then got up to go do his chores. After a few minutes Rory came down in a worn pair of overalls and a simple tank top trimmed with lace.
"Is there anything you need done?" she asked, not believing how much she had begun to enjoy doing the farm chores. Granted the most she ever had to do was milk the cows, gather eggs, or feed the barn animals.
"I don't think so sweetie." Martha told her. "I already milked the cows and gathered the eggs because I needed them for the pie, and the animals don't need to be fed for a few hours."
"Ok, do you need any help in here?"
"No, but if you want to keep me company, you're welcome to."
"Ok." Rory said as she pulled up a stool.
"So how are you liking Smallville so far?" Martha asked making small talk.
"I like it. It's less insane than home, but still interesting." She explained as she took the peach and knife Martha handed her.
"I'm glad, can you peel some of these?"
"Sure."
"So what about you and Clark?" she looked up at Rory and saw a faint blush cross her cheeks. "How are you two getting along?"
"Good. He's really nice, but I think he feels like he has to take me along with him everywhere."
"I don't think that's why he does it." Martha chuckled.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Sweetie, Clark has never been one to take in every new person he meets. He has always been kind of a loner, but he has his good friends." Martha explained.
"I don't understand." She said confusedly.
"Clark likes you." She laughed.
Rory's face blushed 10 shades of red. "How do you know?" she asked.
"Mothers can always tell about these thing." With that she let a comfortable silence envelope them as they finished the pies.
