Smallville- Sorry
Continued.
Even though Clark felt a little guilty leaving Lana, he really didn't want to deal with Chloe. He's already had enough problems with this type of situation as is, just like last time. Ugh, he hated how Chloe yelled at him [last time]. How was he supposed to know she was everywhere? She always has to be the one messing things up with him and Lana. Speeding back to the farm, he stepped into his house.
"Morning Clark," Mrs. Kent said. Still bright and early, but the mood of the day had already been spoiled. She was cooking some breakfast, while Mr. Kent was reading newspapers.
"Morning Mom, Dad," Clark replied.
"So, how's Lana doing," Mrs. Kent asked.
"Better, I guess. She's still really weak though."
"Oh. . . I hope she gets better soon. What'd you guys end up doing last night?" Waiting for an answer, all there was from Clark was silence with a big smile as he stared at the ground. "So I'm guessing things went good?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna go take her to therapy later." He started getting up to leave, avoiding any eye contact with his mom.
"Okay. Have fun then." Then Clark left his parents and went to his room.
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Lana's POV:
Should I be worried about Chloe? I wasn't lying to her. It's the truth; I'm not sure how far Clark really wants to go. She's the one who walked in on us. I bet if she didn't, Clark would still be there with me and we'd be. . . never mind, I don't know what to do. All I do is lay on the couch. Boring. My life is just. . . nothing how it used to be. I used to be in on everything, as the captain of the cheerleading squad, with a boyfriend on the football team, and everybody liking me. Even when I quit, I still meant something more. Now, nothing. Sleeping, therapy, and laying around, doing nothing. Story of my life. I guess I should get dressed.
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Another hard day working on the farm for Clark, but not really though. Just a normal, daily routine. Boring, not the most exciting thing to do in the world. At least he could look forward to seeing Lana tonight, even if it was only to physical therapy. Seeing her lights up his spirits instantly. Amazing how one person can do that to you. He took the truck and drove over to Lana's place, thinking about how to deal with all these things. Not the easiest thing in the world to do. He drove up onto the driveway and parked. Getting out of the car, he rang the doorbell. No one answered, so he tried the doorknob. It was unlocked, not that it would really matter for him to open it. Anyways, who leaves their door unlocked? Not the smartest thing in the world to do. He went inside and started toward her room. It was closed, so he softly knocked on it in case she was sleeping.
Lana heard him ring the doorbell, open it, then knock on her bedroom door. But she wasn't ready yet. At least not presentable enough for Clark to see. Putting on a cute shirt, pink jacket, and a pair of jeans, she opened the door to see him.
"Hi Clark," she said, heading back to where her mirror was in the room.
"Hey Lana. You ready to go?" Clark asked, his eyes following her as she gracefully walked away.
"Um. . . give me five minutes. I still need to do my hair."
"It's okay. You look great," he said, as she blushed, looking down at the ground.
"Thanks, but I'll be quick." She left the room, and headed toward the bathroom to get a comb. Lana brushed her long, silky hair, and clipped strands back before going back to where Clark stood.
"Let's go." Lana followed him out to his car, as they drove over to the therapy clinic in silence, thinking about their own problems in their mind. Before long, the two got out of the car.
Physical therapy wasn't the most interesting thing in the world, especially for Clark. As much as he wanted to leave, it'd be hard for Lana, so he sat there, completely bored for the longest time. After hours passed, they were ready to leave.
"I think we can go now," Lana said, sensing how Clark felt. As they headed out, a guidance counselor stopped them.
"Before you go, I'd like to have a talk. It's one of the things we do here, have a conversation about how you're doing." The counselor was very professional looking, with a serious tone in her voice as she talked. Clark followed Lana in, where two chairs were across from the desk the lady sat at.
"Hello, Miss Lang. I'm Daphne Dashwood. So," Mrs. Dashwood went on, looking toward Clark," is this your boyfriend?" Lana and Clark looked toward each other, faces starting to get a little pink. As unsure of the situation as they both were, he gave her a big smile, where moments later she answered.
"Yes." Lana smiled, hoping that was the answer Clark was looking for.
"Well, then, that's good. It's always helpful to have someone like that with you during these difficult times. Dealing with an injury is difficult on your own. So, how are you feeling Lana?"
"I'm doing good, I guess, except I still feel a lot of pain."
"That's normal. Any topics you would like to discuss?"
"No, I'm fine." Lana smiled, hoping she was free to go now. She knew Clark was completely bored, even if he didn't say a word, as he was slouching in the chair.
"Okay then. Let me just tell you both to stay together. It'll be really helpful toward Lana's situation, even if you don't think so. Being there for her is very supportive, considering the fact that she has no one else in her life to turn to. Be honest with each other and assist her in any way you can. It's for the best, even to cure her faster. All right then, I'll see you soon." Lana and Clark left the office quietly and went to his house where they went up to his loft.
Clark's POV:
"Be honest with each other. . . it's for the best, even to cure her faster." Ugh. I want to help Lana. I hate this whole "honest" thing. Even though my parents would hate me telling her about my big secret, I still would, if she didn't think that I was a freak. Would telling her hurt her more than help? But if she can't even accept the person that I am, then it's sort of pointless to continue trying to pretend to be a different person. As much as I want to be the one for her, it wouldn't be the same. I'll give it a shot. It could help her, according to that councilor lady. Just hoping that she won't hate me.
To be continued. . . next chapter: is Clark brave enough to tell Lana?
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Author's Notes:
Please review!!! Your opinions are greatly appreciated.
I know I should have written more about the actual physical therapy, but that's so boring. You don't really want to read about that, do you? Sorry. I just don't think it would be very interesting.
About the whole Lana's injury situation, I know she is suppose to stay in physical therapy for a long time, but screw it! That would be so boring!
Does the name Daphne Dashwood sound familiar to any of you? Hint hint, if you watched the movie "What a Girl Wants," Amanda Bynes plays Daphne Reynolds, but I changed her last name to Dashwood because she was a Dashwood and because I couldn't think of any other name. I was watching that movie this week in class. Haha. I do not take credit for coming up with that name.
It's finally Winter Break!!! I'm so happy. I have more time now to work on this!
Continued.
Even though Clark felt a little guilty leaving Lana, he really didn't want to deal with Chloe. He's already had enough problems with this type of situation as is, just like last time. Ugh, he hated how Chloe yelled at him [last time]. How was he supposed to know she was everywhere? She always has to be the one messing things up with him and Lana. Speeding back to the farm, he stepped into his house.
"Morning Clark," Mrs. Kent said. Still bright and early, but the mood of the day had already been spoiled. She was cooking some breakfast, while Mr. Kent was reading newspapers.
"Morning Mom, Dad," Clark replied.
"So, how's Lana doing," Mrs. Kent asked.
"Better, I guess. She's still really weak though."
"Oh. . . I hope she gets better soon. What'd you guys end up doing last night?" Waiting for an answer, all there was from Clark was silence with a big smile as he stared at the ground. "So I'm guessing things went good?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna go take her to therapy later." He started getting up to leave, avoiding any eye contact with his mom.
"Okay. Have fun then." Then Clark left his parents and went to his room.
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Lana's POV:
Should I be worried about Chloe? I wasn't lying to her. It's the truth; I'm not sure how far Clark really wants to go. She's the one who walked in on us. I bet if she didn't, Clark would still be there with me and we'd be. . . never mind, I don't know what to do. All I do is lay on the couch. Boring. My life is just. . . nothing how it used to be. I used to be in on everything, as the captain of the cheerleading squad, with a boyfriend on the football team, and everybody liking me. Even when I quit, I still meant something more. Now, nothing. Sleeping, therapy, and laying around, doing nothing. Story of my life. I guess I should get dressed.
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Another hard day working on the farm for Clark, but not really though. Just a normal, daily routine. Boring, not the most exciting thing to do in the world. At least he could look forward to seeing Lana tonight, even if it was only to physical therapy. Seeing her lights up his spirits instantly. Amazing how one person can do that to you. He took the truck and drove over to Lana's place, thinking about how to deal with all these things. Not the easiest thing in the world to do. He drove up onto the driveway and parked. Getting out of the car, he rang the doorbell. No one answered, so he tried the doorknob. It was unlocked, not that it would really matter for him to open it. Anyways, who leaves their door unlocked? Not the smartest thing in the world to do. He went inside and started toward her room. It was closed, so he softly knocked on it in case she was sleeping.
Lana heard him ring the doorbell, open it, then knock on her bedroom door. But she wasn't ready yet. At least not presentable enough for Clark to see. Putting on a cute shirt, pink jacket, and a pair of jeans, she opened the door to see him.
"Hi Clark," she said, heading back to where her mirror was in the room.
"Hey Lana. You ready to go?" Clark asked, his eyes following her as she gracefully walked away.
"Um. . . give me five minutes. I still need to do my hair."
"It's okay. You look great," he said, as she blushed, looking down at the ground.
"Thanks, but I'll be quick." She left the room, and headed toward the bathroom to get a comb. Lana brushed her long, silky hair, and clipped strands back before going back to where Clark stood.
"Let's go." Lana followed him out to his car, as they drove over to the therapy clinic in silence, thinking about their own problems in their mind. Before long, the two got out of the car.
Physical therapy wasn't the most interesting thing in the world, especially for Clark. As much as he wanted to leave, it'd be hard for Lana, so he sat there, completely bored for the longest time. After hours passed, they were ready to leave.
"I think we can go now," Lana said, sensing how Clark felt. As they headed out, a guidance counselor stopped them.
"Before you go, I'd like to have a talk. It's one of the things we do here, have a conversation about how you're doing." The counselor was very professional looking, with a serious tone in her voice as she talked. Clark followed Lana in, where two chairs were across from the desk the lady sat at.
"Hello, Miss Lang. I'm Daphne Dashwood. So," Mrs. Dashwood went on, looking toward Clark," is this your boyfriend?" Lana and Clark looked toward each other, faces starting to get a little pink. As unsure of the situation as they both were, he gave her a big smile, where moments later she answered.
"Yes." Lana smiled, hoping that was the answer Clark was looking for.
"Well, then, that's good. It's always helpful to have someone like that with you during these difficult times. Dealing with an injury is difficult on your own. So, how are you feeling Lana?"
"I'm doing good, I guess, except I still feel a lot of pain."
"That's normal. Any topics you would like to discuss?"
"No, I'm fine." Lana smiled, hoping she was free to go now. She knew Clark was completely bored, even if he didn't say a word, as he was slouching in the chair.
"Okay then. Let me just tell you both to stay together. It'll be really helpful toward Lana's situation, even if you don't think so. Being there for her is very supportive, considering the fact that she has no one else in her life to turn to. Be honest with each other and assist her in any way you can. It's for the best, even to cure her faster. All right then, I'll see you soon." Lana and Clark left the office quietly and went to his house where they went up to his loft.
Clark's POV:
"Be honest with each other. . . it's for the best, even to cure her faster." Ugh. I want to help Lana. I hate this whole "honest" thing. Even though my parents would hate me telling her about my big secret, I still would, if she didn't think that I was a freak. Would telling her hurt her more than help? But if she can't even accept the person that I am, then it's sort of pointless to continue trying to pretend to be a different person. As much as I want to be the one for her, it wouldn't be the same. I'll give it a shot. It could help her, according to that councilor lady. Just hoping that she won't hate me.
To be continued. . . next chapter: is Clark brave enough to tell Lana?
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Author's Notes:
Please review!!! Your opinions are greatly appreciated.
I know I should have written more about the actual physical therapy, but that's so boring. You don't really want to read about that, do you? Sorry. I just don't think it would be very interesting.
About the whole Lana's injury situation, I know she is suppose to stay in physical therapy for a long time, but screw it! That would be so boring!
Does the name Daphne Dashwood sound familiar to any of you? Hint hint, if you watched the movie "What a Girl Wants," Amanda Bynes plays Daphne Reynolds, but I changed her last name to Dashwood because she was a Dashwood and because I couldn't think of any other name. I was watching that movie this week in class. Haha. I do not take credit for coming up with that name.
It's finally Winter Break!!! I'm so happy. I have more time now to work on this!