When Friday evening finally arrived, it found Rory upstairs running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Clark had finished getting ready, but was still running around just as crazy. Martha was trying desperately do calm him down when they heard a loud crash followed by an equally loud thud come from Rory's room.

"What was that?! Something happened!" Clark exclaimed.

"Everything is fine. Why don't you go ahead and go to get her corsage. I'll check on her." She said shooing him out the door. As she went to check on Rory. When she got to her room she found Rory sitting on the floor with one shoe on and make-up and c.d.'s scattered everywhere. "Rory, what happened?" Martha asked trying desperately not to laugh.

"Well, I thought it would be easier if I just sat on the floor and through everything around me, rather than walking around trying to get it." Rory replied sarcastically as she got back up. "Actually, I was looking for my other shoe and tripped, then the make-up and c.d.'s decided I looked lonely, so the jumped down here to join me."

"Well at least they were polite about it." Martha joked as they picked everything up. "Do you need any help?" Martha asked after they had cleaned up.

"No, I just have to finish my hair and find old righty and I'm finished." She replied as she began to take the curlers out of her hair.

"Alright. Let me know if you do need help." She laughed as she left to go back down stairs.



About twenty minutes later Martha and Clark were both waiting down in the living room for Rory. "You don't think she changed her mind do you?" Clark asked nervously.

"She did not change her mind. Clark, girls tend to take a little longer getting ready. That's why they always look prettier." Martha told him.

"Ok, if you're sure." He said sitting down. Just as he did Rory began down the stairs. Clark stood back up instantly. He felt like he couldn't breathe. If he didn't know better, he would have thought there was a kryponite mine in front of him. When she made to the bottom, he finally found words. "You look… you look amazing." He stuttered.

"You look pretty good yourself. Or as my mom would say 'some one hit you with a pretty stick'." She said equally as nervously.

"Well some on did hit you with a pretty stick, actually not I take that back," he said and pretended to look like he was thinking, and just giving Rory enough time to get a weird look on her face. "They hit you with a pretty club." He retorted making Rory smile and blush. They stood and looked at each other for a minute. "So um, I got you a corsage thing." He said taking it out of the box and putting it around the wrist she held out to him.

"Thank you." She said. "I got you one." She said pinning on his boutonniere.

"Thanks." He said as they heard a honk outside. "Time to go." He said as they walked to the door. When they stepped outside the chauffeur of the limo Lex had lent Clark for the evening greeted them.

"You rented a Limo!? You didn't have to. The truck would have been fine." Rory told him once she was over the surprise.

"You deserve it, and besides, it's courtesy of a friend." Clark said as they climbed in.

"Mr. Luther has instructed me to take you wherever you wish." The chauffeur told them. "Where to sir?"

"Um, thank you. Just to the dance for now." Clark told him. Soon they pulled up to the school gym and headed inside for the dance.

But before they reached the door Rory stopped turned to Clark and said, "In case I forget to tell you his later, thank you."

"Thank you for what?" he asked, a little confused.

"Thank you for everything. For taking me, for the limousine, for making me feel welcome. Thank you for all of it." She said as she looked up at him.

"If anything should be thanking you for coming." Clark said as he took her hands and kissed the tops of them. "But, why don't we just consider each other thanked." he compromised. And after seeing agreement in her face said "now lets get inside." And with that, they made their way in.