"Thank you very much." I say while handing a bouquet of flowers to the customer. I look out towards the window for a while and back again.

Why is he still here? And why is he looking at me like that?

"Have a good day…" I drag it out trying to figure out what he wants.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He looks at me, and I can see he's growing impatient.

What the hell is he talking about?

"Excuse me?"

"My change? I gave you a 50."

Shit

"Oh right…right, I'm so sorry."   I quickly fumble for the register, and try to figure out what to give him.

As I give him his money I politely reply, "Here you go…"  His face is still slightly peeved so I continue, "…sorry about that"  Still no change, "…again."

But he doesn't say anything. He just takes his money and leaves. As I watch him go, my eye catches the clock hanging above the door.

Why? Why did I have to see that It's only four. I could've sworn it was 3:50 the last time I checked the clock like an hour ago. Ok fine...it was probably ten minutes ago. They say time flies when you're having fun, but when you're waiting to do something fun, time seems to go backwards. I've checked the clock like 10 times since I got here, and I've only been here about an hour. I couldn't tell you what else happened at the pep rally because I wasn't even paying attention. Clark made some wonderful speech about victory and school pride…blah blah blah. Not that he's blah, of course he's not, but oddly, I really am not into all the school pride and winning the big game. But of course at seven tonight I will be the first one in the stands ready to watch it. Well if seven ever comes. Ok I'm not going to look at the clock again for a really long time.

Don't look…don't look…don't-

4:03. Ok this day is definitely going to be the longest day ever.

"Lana…I have a delivery for you to make." Nell comes over to the counter and places a small bouquet in front of me.

Thank God.  This will definitely make time go by…yeah, definitely.

"And I think you'll be pleased to see where you're delivering it to." Nell says as she unnecessarily touches up the bouquet for what's probably the millionth time.

I give her a strange look, "What?"

She continues to play with the arrangement as she says, "Well why don't you look at the address."

I slowly take out the card and feel my heart skip a beat when I see the name "Clark Kent" staring back at me. I'm not aware of the huge smile that has formed on my face until I hear Nell.

"If you hurry you can probably catch him before he leaves for the game." Her voice is excited.

I guess some people think it's cool when parents act like your friend. But for me it's only unnerving.

"Whatever…" I say trying to sound indifferent. Nell looks at me knowingly. "Well I'll be in the back, taking inventory, but I'd like it if you could deliver that as soon as possible."  She walks to the back.  I look down at the flowers and wait till I hear her close the door before I run out the front.

The usually 10 minute drive to his house seems to take forever. 

You see it's that time thing again…

I reach his dirt driveway, and see the wooden sign "Kent Farm" swaying back and forth. 

Cool Lana…act cool.

I put the car in park, and slowly get out. I hesitantly make my way up the stairs, and feel my legs going numb.

It's unbelievable how a person can have this affect on me. Especially considering he doesn't even know me.

I don't even realize I've knocked on the door until Clark appears behind it.

"Lana…to what do I owe the extreme pleasure?" He squints his eyes slightly, but his killer smile remains on his face.

Why do you always have to look so sexy?

"Oh um…I work at the flower shop downtown. Nell's Flowers." I don't even know I've said it because I'm enjoying this opportunity to admire him.

"Well that's…" He looks down for a minute, I can tell he's thinking of something to say, "…impressive." He looks back up to me.

"Yeah it's alright." I still have absolutely no clue what I'm saying. Clark crosses his arms and sort of widens his eyes. 

I don't know what he's looking at. "What?"

He looks below my face and sort of nods, "Are those for me or do you just like to carry around flowers?"

I laugh nervously, "Oh no no…they're for you."

Could I be any more lame?

I throw the bouquet towards him, and quickly turn to leave but his voice makes me stop.

"Hey you want to come in for a minute?" I slowly turn around to make sure he really said it.

My face must look awful, because his smile quickly diminishes

"I mean you don't have to…I just-"

Lana say something…Yes…say yes

"YES!"

Oh my god, did I really just shout that.

He looks at me, clearly taken aback, and then starts to laugh. "Well great then. Come on in." He stands to the side and motions for me to go in first. As I walk by him, I try not to look mortified from my outburst. I walk further into his house and I can feel him closely behind me.

I have only been in his house one other time. It was in first grade when he had a birthday party. It was one of those things where every kid in class was invited. But of course I didn't know that then, and felt special to be invited.

Everything in his house was the same.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" Clark walks around me as I realize we've walked into the kitchen.

"Um…" I look around and ponder the question. As I continue to think, I can see him looking at me oddly.

This is not a hard question.

"Well..." I feel my face is scrunching into serious contemplation.

What is wrong with you, do you want a drink or not?

"Lana it's ok if you don't want anything."  From across the counter, Clark has moved his face to be in front of mine. I quickly realize this and take a step back, while I let out a laugh.

"Oh yeah I'm fine…thank you though." He starts laughing. I think it's because of the way I'm acting. I start laughing too, just to make this awful embarrassing feeling in my stomach go away.

"So are you going to come to the game tonight?" He asks while he walks to the fridge. He takes out a bottled water.

"Of course…I only go to every single one."

Ok first you can't talk…and now you say too much.

"Well it's a pleasure to finally meet you." Clark says as he walks towards me and extends his hand. Even though I have no clue what he's talking about, I seize the opportunity of physical contact with him and shake his hand.

I am like so low.

I look at him confused, "I'm not following you." He starts laughing and lets go of my hand.

Aw man

"I think I've met my biggest fan…I've always wanted to talk to you." He smiles widely and I think I might die right there.

For once could you not be so perfect…well no I really don't mean that.

"Well I never said I go to see you…" I give him a playful look.

Am I…I think…Yes, yes I am flirting.

"Oh…I see I was completely mistaken. You go because you love the game." He smirks at me while he goes to the flowers and takes the card out.

"Exactly." I say returning his smirk.

Ok now I must really be crazy because I actually think he's flirting back.

I watch him remove the card from the envelope and see his face become perplexed. He begins to read what it says.

"Dear Clark, We wish you the best of luck in the game tonight. The Parkers."

"Wait…someone actually sent you flowers for a football game?" I ask in disbelief as I walk over to him. I lean over him slightly, so I can read the card.

I'll do anything to touch him.  I really am an awful person.

"Yeah." He says still looking at the card, but he doesn't seem to notice that I'm practically on top of him. He moves away while still looking at the card.

As I sadly watch him leave, I say "I can't believe you got flowers for a stupid football game. That is so weird." I start shaking my head while laughing as he stops by the counter and looks back at me.

"Yeah…and even weirder…"He looks at me seriously for a moment "who the hell are the Parkers?"

We both begin to hysterically laugh.

I could do this forever…not laughing, well I actually could laugh forever. I love it. But this, be around him. Spending time with him. This is actually like the first time I ever have had a conversation with him and it's  better then I could ever imagine.

And then he did the sigh. You know the "Oh well...that was fun but you should go now."  Sigh.

"Well…this was fun."

You see...I knew it.

He starts to look around, "Hey do you know what time it is by any chance?"

I reply a bit too quickly, "Oh yeah sure!"

Calm down…

I throw out my hand and pull up my sleeve, while I shake my arm to adjust my watch.

"Oh wow…it's almost quarter of." I say in genuine shock and I see his face morph into surprise.

"Quarter of what…five?!" He seems to becoming slightly nervous.

"Yeah…why what's wrong?" I say cautiously. He now seems panicked and he walks away from me.

"I have to be at the school at quarter of…the bus is leaving in like 10 minutes." I look at him confused.

Bus? Oh right…game…the one thing I've been looking forward to all day.

"I can give you a ride if you want." My face suddenly becomes shocked from my offering.

Where the hell did this confidence come from?

Clark looks at me for a moment, he seems to be calming down slightly. "Oh no…I'll be fine. Thank you though."

I look at him sincerely, "Oh yeah no problem. Well I'll let you get ready…or whatever. But good luck in the game tonight." I walk to the kitchen door as he comes over and opens it before I can.

"I'm sorry that I'm basically kicking you out." He says as he leans on the door.

"Oh…no harm no foul."

Ok seriously, what was that? 'No harm no foul.'

But he doesn't seem to care as he begins to laugh. "Well I'll see you at the game then."

"Yeah…definitely." I nod slightly and he smiles, "Bye Lana."

"Bye Clark" I say as I walk out the door. I walk down his back stairs and as soon as I hear the door close, my face breaks into what I think might be the hugest smile ever.