A/N: Wow, thanks for my reviews! You kept your promise of more than 5, so
I keep mine . . . however, I've increased the review challenge to 7 a
chapter. I know you can do it!!!
To Raiden and Azianchick: Thanks, as always, for your faithful reviews. I am getting to depend on you guys. You're awesome!
To my new reviewers Teenage Pinoy, Bright8, Reader, and Midnight Driad: Thanks a lot for giving me a chance! Make sure to review often, ok? Then you can be awesome too! (haha . . . that was a joke . . . you guys are already awesome!)
Disclaimer: Most of the time I don't even put one of these things on anymore. By now, you probably figured out that I don't own Smallville.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Clark realized with a small feeling of regret that the clock had struck 12:00. His day was over. Clark would definitely need to sort things out after the two girls had left.
Clark also realized that he was still kissing Lana. She suddenly broke away from him with a startled sound.
"Clark? What am I doing here?" Lana was looking quickly around like she was a trapped animal. "How did I get here?"
He patted her hand and said softly, "Remember, Lana? You came over with Chloe to help me with that homework that's due in a couple of days."
Chloe was also in some sort of daze. She gave a one of the famous quirky smiles she was famous for, and stood up.
She laughed and said, "What is today? Thursday night, right?" She grabbed her bag and stood in place. "Or Friday morning?? Clark, were we abducted by aliens or something?"
He groaned inwardly and guided the girls out of the door.
"No, Chloe, of course not. It's very early Saturday morning. You've just had a long day. How about you both go home and get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."
Lana glanced up at him and said, "Clark, are you sure tomorrow, or today, or whatever, isn't Friday?"
He answered, "No, Lana, look at the date on the news."
Sure enough, the date was projected across the bottom of the screen. 12:04 a.m., Saturday.
"Oh," Lana said with dismay, "Well, I guess I'm going to go home."
Clark replied, "Well, let me walk you two home."
Chloe tried to shrug him off. "Aren't you tired? We can go by ourselves."
Lana seconded the notion. "Of course we can."
But Clark wasn't swayed. "No, I said I would walk you home."
Giving up, the girls walked off the farm and onto the country road. Clark fell in step behind them.
He tried to casually say, "So, Lana, how do you feel? Any different?"
She turned to look at him and smiled. "No, Clark, not really."
Clark picked up his pace and came up to Chloe's side. "What about you, Chloe?"
Chloe shook her head from side to side. "I'm feeling just very weird. Whenever I try to think about Friday, my mind pulls up a blank."
Clark, Chloe, and Lana came up to the front porch of Chloe's house.
Clark got ready to leave, and then turned to face them. "So, I will see you two tomorrow?"
They both nodded. Lana started to speak. "Clark, about the kiss . . ."
He waved his hand to silence her. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Clark just couldn't resist. He walked up to Lana and laid a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Good-bye Lana. We have some serious issues to work out." Clark said it softly enough so that only Lana could hear. She turned to him and looked into his eyes. He felt that he could stay like this forever.
The moment was broken when he saw Chloe looking at them both with a quizzical expression. "Did I miss something?"
Clark grinned and said, "Nope. Bye Chloe."
He began to whistle and headed towards the way home. Things were looking up. Or at least he thought they were.
***********
Arriving home, his parents were waiting. Clark knew a storm was brewing. He had forgotten that his parents wouldn't remember anything either. They must have been worried sick about him.
His mom rushed forward. "Clark, where have you been?"
Clark's dad put an arm around his wife's shoulders. "Clark, you have school tomorrow. On school nights, your curfew is 10:30."
Clark looked at them both and said, "But it's not a school night. Tomorrow, or actually today, is Saturday."
His mom said, "Clark, I know what day it is," and reached to pick up the phone. After calling the number for date, time, and temperature, she hung up. "According to our usually accurate weather man, today is Saturday."
Jonathan looked at his wife and then at Clark. "Sorry, son. It's been a long day."
Without another word, both of his parents headed to their room to go to sleep.
***********
Lana was humming as she got ready for bed. For some reason, she felt wonderful, like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She rooted around in the pockets of her pants to empty them like she did every single night. Only this time, there was a crumpled up piece of paper in the very bottom, like someone had stuffed it there in a hurry.
Chloe came in her room, her teeth and face freshly scrubbed. "Lana, what is it?"
Lana replied, "I don't know," and unfolded the sheet of paper.
She read the first line, 'You may not understand or remember this, but just take it to heart and believe in yourself . . .' and her curiosity grew one hundred fold.
It looked exactly like her handwriting, but was dated for Friday. The one day she didn't remember. She continued reading, and Chloe peered over her shoulder to read for herself.
As both girls finished reading, they looked at each other in amazement, for they had just made a HUGE discovery.
To Raiden and Azianchick: Thanks, as always, for your faithful reviews. I am getting to depend on you guys. You're awesome!
To my new reviewers Teenage Pinoy, Bright8, Reader, and Midnight Driad: Thanks a lot for giving me a chance! Make sure to review often, ok? Then you can be awesome too! (haha . . . that was a joke . . . you guys are already awesome!)
Disclaimer: Most of the time I don't even put one of these things on anymore. By now, you probably figured out that I don't own Smallville.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Clark realized with a small feeling of regret that the clock had struck 12:00. His day was over. Clark would definitely need to sort things out after the two girls had left.
Clark also realized that he was still kissing Lana. She suddenly broke away from him with a startled sound.
"Clark? What am I doing here?" Lana was looking quickly around like she was a trapped animal. "How did I get here?"
He patted her hand and said softly, "Remember, Lana? You came over with Chloe to help me with that homework that's due in a couple of days."
Chloe was also in some sort of daze. She gave a one of the famous quirky smiles she was famous for, and stood up.
She laughed and said, "What is today? Thursday night, right?" She grabbed her bag and stood in place. "Or Friday morning?? Clark, were we abducted by aliens or something?"
He groaned inwardly and guided the girls out of the door.
"No, Chloe, of course not. It's very early Saturday morning. You've just had a long day. How about you both go home and get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."
Lana glanced up at him and said, "Clark, are you sure tomorrow, or today, or whatever, isn't Friday?"
He answered, "No, Lana, look at the date on the news."
Sure enough, the date was projected across the bottom of the screen. 12:04 a.m., Saturday.
"Oh," Lana said with dismay, "Well, I guess I'm going to go home."
Clark replied, "Well, let me walk you two home."
Chloe tried to shrug him off. "Aren't you tired? We can go by ourselves."
Lana seconded the notion. "Of course we can."
But Clark wasn't swayed. "No, I said I would walk you home."
Giving up, the girls walked off the farm and onto the country road. Clark fell in step behind them.
He tried to casually say, "So, Lana, how do you feel? Any different?"
She turned to look at him and smiled. "No, Clark, not really."
Clark picked up his pace and came up to Chloe's side. "What about you, Chloe?"
Chloe shook her head from side to side. "I'm feeling just very weird. Whenever I try to think about Friday, my mind pulls up a blank."
Clark, Chloe, and Lana came up to the front porch of Chloe's house.
Clark got ready to leave, and then turned to face them. "So, I will see you two tomorrow?"
They both nodded. Lana started to speak. "Clark, about the kiss . . ."
He waved his hand to silence her. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Clark just couldn't resist. He walked up to Lana and laid a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Good-bye Lana. We have some serious issues to work out." Clark said it softly enough so that only Lana could hear. She turned to him and looked into his eyes. He felt that he could stay like this forever.
The moment was broken when he saw Chloe looking at them both with a quizzical expression. "Did I miss something?"
Clark grinned and said, "Nope. Bye Chloe."
He began to whistle and headed towards the way home. Things were looking up. Or at least he thought they were.
***********
Arriving home, his parents were waiting. Clark knew a storm was brewing. He had forgotten that his parents wouldn't remember anything either. They must have been worried sick about him.
His mom rushed forward. "Clark, where have you been?"
Clark's dad put an arm around his wife's shoulders. "Clark, you have school tomorrow. On school nights, your curfew is 10:30."
Clark looked at them both and said, "But it's not a school night. Tomorrow, or actually today, is Saturday."
His mom said, "Clark, I know what day it is," and reached to pick up the phone. After calling the number for date, time, and temperature, she hung up. "According to our usually accurate weather man, today is Saturday."
Jonathan looked at his wife and then at Clark. "Sorry, son. It's been a long day."
Without another word, both of his parents headed to their room to go to sleep.
***********
Lana was humming as she got ready for bed. For some reason, she felt wonderful, like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She rooted around in the pockets of her pants to empty them like she did every single night. Only this time, there was a crumpled up piece of paper in the very bottom, like someone had stuffed it there in a hurry.
Chloe came in her room, her teeth and face freshly scrubbed. "Lana, what is it?"
Lana replied, "I don't know," and unfolded the sheet of paper.
She read the first line, 'You may not understand or remember this, but just take it to heart and believe in yourself . . .' and her curiosity grew one hundred fold.
It looked exactly like her handwriting, but was dated for Friday. The one day she didn't remember. She continued reading, and Chloe peered over her shoulder to read for herself.
As both girls finished reading, they looked at each other in amazement, for they had just made a HUGE discovery.