Have you ever had a period of time go by and not even realize it? When there is no definition on the beginning and end of days, but they instead mold together and before you know it weeks have passed.

Well that's what happened to me. It's been a month since that morning, that morning where I opened myself up to Clark Kent. But it feels like it was just yesterday. I know people say that all the time, but I honestly mean it. It feels like it was just yesterday where I knew everything was going to change.

And it has. What I didn't know then, was how right I was.

"So…" Clark says as he leans on the locker next to mine. A sneaky smile forms on his lips as he continues, "….practice was cancelled because of the rain…" I don't look at him, but feel myself smiling as I continue to put books in my locker.

He does this all the time, beating around the bush. I pretend to be annoyed, but in truth, I absolutely love it.

"and…" I still don't look at him.

"And…how would you like to spend the afternoon. I was thinking a movie…" I finally look at him to see his adorable face as my own falls.

"Clark I have to go to the shop today." I turn back to my locker.

I hate Nell.

"Oh…" He says disappointed, and I turn back to face him. He's looking out towards the hallway, but downwards. He looks like he's thinking.

"Yeah, Nell isn't going to be there, so I really have to go. Raincheck?" My face cringes.

Clark finally turns to me and smiles, "Nope."

"What?" I start laughing surprised, and he returns his laugh. "I won't need a raincheck."

I knew he was persistent, but come on.

"Clark, believe me I wish I didn't have to go, I mean Lord knows how boring it will be-"

Clark cuts me off, "Ok, so I'll go with you."

"What?" I say as if I didn't hear right.

Clark's eyes widen, "If it's ok."

I quickly interject, "No No…it's fine. I mean it's great. But Clark…" I look at him seriously, "…it's a flower shop, and it's dreadful. I mean why would you want to spend your free afternoon there?"

Please don't listen to me and still agree to come.

"Well…" A small smile forms on his face, "…because you're there."

Oh my God…can I jump you now?

I laugh as I look down and feel my cheeks blush, "Oh …"

"And I guess I should admit, that I've always loved flowers. There's something about the smell of fresh lilacs that I can't put into words."

I start laughing and playfully slap his arm, "Shut up." He starts laughing, "Alright, well I gotta go to a quick team meeting…but I'll meet you there after?" His eyes look hopeful, as if I'm going to change my mind.

"Yeah…definitely." I nod and I can't stop smiling.

Good God woman, calm down before your cheeks crack.

"Ok….then I'll see you later."

"Yep…bye Clark." I say as he stays there, smiling at me.

Am I supposed to say something? Why isn't he leaving… not that I mind.

He finally shakes his head and laughs, as if he's embarrassed. "Right...right. Bye Lana." He quickly turns and walks away.

I watch him walk further down the hall and get that feeling I always do. A feeling of excitement, nervousness, and comfort all at once. I smirk as I turn back to my locker to get my last books.

This is how things have been for the past three weeks. Clark and I have been basically inseparable. But before you get the wrong idea, we're not dating. Because believe me if we were, I wouldn't have waited till now to tell you. It's just…I don't' know quite how to explain it. It's like when we're around the other we don't have to worry about anything. We both experienced so much together, shared so much, that it makes it impossible to not share a connection.

I know for me, when I'm with him I feel like I can do anything. Like anything is impossible. It's so funny how this person can do it. This person who I couldn't even talk to whenever I was within 5 feet of him, I now tell everything to. This person who I just wished would come to our class one day, now spends virtually every free second he has with me. We do everything. We do nothing. Some days we can't stop talking, and others we just lay around, and barely speak. It's like we don't even need words. Just being around each other, is enough.

I know he gets something from me that no one else can give him. As strange as it sounds, I give him freedom. Freedom to be who he is and not have to hide. I know when he's with me he's being himself more then ever and I think that's why he likes to be around me. I still can't believe it. Clark Kent and I hang out all the time. Clark Kent asks me to do things with him. Clark Kent confides in me about everything and anything.

I'm being completely honest when I say that the past three weeks have been amazing. I can't put into words how incredible it's been.

Just so much has changed.

I shut my locker and begin walking down the hallway. As I swing my bag around my shoulder I look up and see her walking with someone. I feel my stomach drop and it seems like everything is moving in slow motion. As I continue to walk, she finally looks over at me. As we are almost at each other, I don't know what to do, so I begin to smile. But once I form it, she turns her head and walks right by me. I stop and turn around. I stand in the middle of the hallway watching her walk away, laughing. I stand there and watch my best friend living a life I don't even know about. I stand there and watch Cat become more and more of a stranger.

When I said so much had changed, I failed to mention that it wasn't all good.

I guess I should go back a few steps. Back to that night I went to the party with Clark. The night he told me everything. The night I was supposed to hang out with Cat. We were supposed to meet at the game at 6:45 in front of the school, like we always do. But of course with everything that happened, I completely forgot. And as I went to the party with Clark, I completely forgot to call her. Which you already know.

But I didn't call her the next day, or the day after that. I know I'm an awful person and an even worse friend. But honestly, I just forgot to call her. There was so much to discover about Clark. So much that we both wanted to talk about. Finally feeling like we had someone to talk to about everything we couldn't say before.

So before I knew it, Monday came, and I still hadn't talked to her, or…God I hate to admit it, but I hadn't even thought about it. And since Clark saved me from the bus, and drove me to school, I wasn't painfully reminded of it until she greeted me at my locker. I was surprised to see that she wasn't angry at first. She was actually worried that something had happened. I explained to her that I was fine, and nothing happened. And that's when she got mad. She asked for an explanation, and I couldn't give it to her. I couldn't tell her anything, because it all didn't make sense unless I told her Clark's secret, which obviously I couldn't. So I basically said a lot of "um's" and "well's" and finally "I wish I could explain, but I can't. I'm so sorry." But she didn't accept my apology, and as if things couldn't get worse at that moment Chloe walked over to us and smirked at me before saying, "Lana, how are you feeling? You weren't looking to good at Conor's Friday night…" And before she walked away her tone turned angry as she said "…but lucky for you that Clark dropped everything and rushed to your rescue."

To say the least, Cat wasn't thrilled to hear that I ditched to her to go to a party, and to make matters worse, a party Chloe was at. She just looked at me, and I could see the hurt in her face. After that, there were a few awkward and tense conversations, but it was always me talking. She gave me the silent treatment. I know this would've been resolved normally, but since I spent so much time with Clark, it only angered her more. I know she thinks I'm totally dropping everything for a guy.

And I know she's partially right. Yes I am technically spending a lot of time with him. But it's so hard to explain, and it's not like I want this to happen. But being with him gives me this feeling that I can't give up. So yes, I am an awful person. I completely agree with every negative word you throw my way, because I know I deserve it.

But there's nothing I can do. There's nothing I can say to her to make her understand. I mean I've tried to tell her as much I can, without giving her the truth, but it's not enough. Her exact words, "Lana, look,what is going on with you and Clark. What happened between you two that you can't tell me. Cause all I know is you've been a different person since that weekend. It's like you've been lying to me. My best friend, who I've trusted my whole life, is lying to me. So please just tell me the truth. Please just be my friend, and be honest." I remember the look on her face when she said it. It was like her last attempt. I knew this was it. I looked at her, and finally sadly replied, "Cat…I…I just can't. Please I wish I could, but it's complicating." She stared at me as her face turned cold. "Well then let me make things easier for you…you don't have to worry about lying to me anymore." And like that she walked away from me. That was three weeks ago, and it was the last time we talked.

But before you think I'm a completely heartless and insensitive person, it does hurt. It is killing me, but it's just so hard.

I just can't believe how much has changed in such a short period of time.

* * * *


My body slouches on the stool; my head rests on my fist, as I relentlessly tap the counter top. I can't stop thinking about Cat and everything.

I have to do something about this.

"Earth to Lana." Suddenly I see a hand waving in front of my face. I shake my head slightly, and turn to see Clark. I gently push his hand away, "Sorry…"

Clark sits back down on the stool next to mine. "Don't get me wrong, I have no problem sitting here in silence with you, and your lovely drumming on the counter is music to my ears…but if you want to talk about whatever's bothering you –"

"It's Cat." I'm not even looking at him, and I don't even know what he was saying.

"Ok…" Clark says gently

I still don't look at him, and readjust my position on the stool, "It's just….I mean…I don't know…" I stop and close my eyes.

"What…" Clark says not questioningly but in a way urging me to continue.

I love that even when I'm not making sense, he still understands.

I turn to him, and reply softly, "Forget it."

I don't even know how to explain it…

"No…you can talk to me about it." He says sincerely.

"I know I can…but it's ok, I don't want to talk about it." I say trying to sound happy.

"Are you sure?" He asks seriously.

I give him a reassuring nod, "Absolutely, but thanks anyway."

He still has a concerned look on his face, "Ok …but you know I'm here."

"I know…thank you." I look at him appreciatively. I then turn back forward. I can feel his eyes on me still. But eventually he goes back to reading.

I don't know why I didn't talk to him about it. It just didn't feel right talking to him about something that has so much to do with him, but at the same time doesn't.

"Hey…I have a question." I lean back off the counter and turn towards him. He's smiling at me, but he looks slightly nervous.

"Ask away." I say as I turn my body towards him.

"Well um…you know the dance Friday?"

Do I? I've only been thinking about it every waking second…

"Oh yeah…that's this Friday?" I ask nonchalantly

I'm trying to hold some shred of dignity.

"Yeah it's this Friday." He answers and we both just stare at each other. I can feel my heart beating faster, for where he's going with this. He keeps looking at me.

"Well..." I start laughing, "…what about it?"

I know…I'm incredibly impatient.

He starts laughing as he looks down and then back up at me, "Well…you wanna go? With me?" He shakes his head and says without laughing, "I mean…Lana would you like to go the dance with me Friday?"

Even though I knew he was going to ask, I'm still surprised. I'm still excited. I look at him seriously, and reply "I would love to."

His face breaks into a huge smile, "Really?" He asks like a little kid.

I laugh and smile as I reply, "Yes really."

He looks down as he nods his head slightly, "Great…" He looks back at me, "…well then it's a date."

I love the way those words sound; "a date with Clark."

"I guess it is." I reply, trying not to sound as excited as I am. Clark looks at me for a moment, he looks just as excited as I feel.

I can't believe this. I used to dream about conversations like this, and now they're actually happening.

Finally Clark returns to his magazine, and I watch him for a moment before turning back to my position of contemplation. My smile fades away slowly as I think back again to Cat.

Why does it have to be like this? HOW can it be like this. How can everything be so perfect, and at the same time so not perfect?

I shake my head, as if to shake away the thoughts.

I'm going to do something about this. I'm going to clear things up with Cat. I have to. But first I'm going to go to this dance with Clark. I'm going to have a great night with Clark.

I'm going on a date with Clark Kent.

And once again, my smile quickly comes back.