"Hey man, how ya doing?" The male voice rang out through Clark's loft as he sat in his old, worn couch. The midday sun shone in through the window as he absentmindedly flipped the pages of a novel. Looking up at the voice, Clark saw his best friend climbing the stairs and walking towards him.
"Hey Pete," Clark spoke, tossing the book onto a nearby desk.
The newcomer sat next to his friend on the sofa, and stated, "You never answered my question – how are ya feeling now? Better, I assume seeing as you're hanging back up in your loft again...alone."
Clark smiled slightly, then answered, "I'm fine, Pete, thanks. Just a little tired still." The truth was that it had been three days since that fateful night, held in the woods against his will. Though he had healed pretty much instantly after he had been brought home and showered, the memory of Jeremiah's evil doings still continued to haunt the teen—not that he would confess that to his friend.
"You and your super-human body, man. I'd give anything to be able to come out of something like that and be completely unscathed only hours later." Pete jokingly slapped Clark's back.
The tall teen was quiet for a moment before he came up with an answer, "Yeah...sure is something..." The loft was silent then, the only noise filtering in was the sounds of cattle calling out from a pasture somewhere on the Kent property.
"Well, I won't make you stay around boring ol' me any longer than you want to," Clark started, but Pete only laughed in response.
"Are you kidding man? Of course I'm staying here. A brother's gotta keep his pal in high spirits, no?" Pete replied with a large smile.
And slowly that same grin began to spread itself across Clark's face. The two teens had gone through another strange, hectic happening in their home of Smallville, Kansas, and had survived so together. Their experiences only made their friendship stronger, and truly more important to one another. Besides, brothers gotta stick together, no?
The End