After the typical parental 20 questions and nice talk, every one retired to their respective rooms. At about 1:00, Rory heard a knock on her door. When she opened it Clark was waiting. "Hey, come on in."

"Thanks, I saw your light on."

"Yea, I couldn't sleep." She said as she marked her place and set down the book she was reading.

"Me either."

"So," she began as she sat on the bed. "What are you up to tomorrow?" she asked as she scooted over to make room for him.

"Dad's making me repaint the barn. He said it's been years since it's seen a can of paint." He grumbled, "But maybe after I finish we can catch a movie or something."

"That sound great. You know maybe if I help we can fit in a cup or five of coffee too." She slyly suggested.

"You really want to help? It will involve paint and possibly even dirt and heights." He joked.

"Hey, for your information I built a house once." She said feigning offense.

"Really?"

"Yea, I did this 'rebuilding together' this once, we basically went and built houses for poor people."

"Well ok then, dad's getting me started at 7:30."

"In the morning?! Wow that's early."

"Yea, welcome to real farm life." He laughed.

"Well since we have to wake up before any one else in their right mind, we should both go to bed."

Rather than explaining that he almost never needed sleep, he agreed and got up. "Ok, come on." He said turning down the covers.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked.

"Uh, tucking you in." he said motioning for her to get in the bed. She decided arguing would be useless she obeyed, after which he pulled the sheet up over her and tucked it around her. The gesture was sweet and cute to Rory. Clark then kissed her lightly and said, "Sleep tight and see you in the morning."

"Good-night" she said as he headed for the door.