Hey, I wrote this a while ago, so I'm sorry if it sucks. And I was too lazy to check over all the grammar mistakes. I think I caught most of it though.

Just do it. Just tell her how you feel

Clark told himself over and over as he got closer and closer to the Talon.

Just talk to her. okay, okay, i can do this... can't i?

It was hard to believe that Clark Kent, the kid who wouldn't hesitate to jump in front of a bullet or any other danger to save someone, couldn't talk to a girl. But then again, it wasn't just any girl. It was Lana, the most perfect girl. The love of his life.
Clark finally made it to the door, and slowly pushed it opened. The bells on the door made a little jingle, and Lana looked up to see who enter. When their eyes met, Clark's heart stopped.

yeah.. yeah.. she's the one

Only Lana could make Clark's heart stop. Only Lana could make him totally happy. Only Lana can fill up that hole in his heart. Only Lana.
Thinking about her beauty already takes his breath away. But seeing it. Well, that's another story. And seeing her beauty and being unable to have, drove him crazy. But he wouldn't do this to himself anymore, he knew he had to make it up with her before he loses her forever.
He walked slowly up to Lana, while keeping eye contact the whole time.

"Hey" he said softly

"Hi Clark. The usual?"

"Nah, I... just wanna talk." why can't i do it!

"Okay.. sure.. what's up?" Lana asked concerned.

Clark just stood there by the counter, not knowing where to start, just staring at her, looking at her beauty, confirming to him, that she was the one for him. He knew it, he could feel it. He's never felt this way about anyone else. Sure, he loved other people. But this, this was different. There's this bond and it just feels so right. Clark couldn't explain it, but he knew it was it.

"Clark? Is everything alright?"

Lana's heavenly voice brought him back to earth, which was a bit ironic now that Clark thought about it. He had to say something!

"Yeah, yeah. You know what? I'll just have that latte to go then."

Lana looked at him concerned.. Trying to figure him out. Trying to read him and figure out what he was about to say. Clark cursed himself for being a wuss. He just couldn't do it.

"Okay then" Lana said with a sigh. If only.. he could be honest with her, they wouldn't have to be like this.

"Thanks" Clark forced a smile. How can he look happy on the outside, when inside he is crying and weeping, and missing Lana.

Arg! why can't i just tell her how i feel? i rehearsed it about half a million times on the way here.. gosh. i'm so stupid.

While making him his latte, Lana wondered why he had to keep secrets. Nothing can make her hate him, and even if she was mad at him, all he had to do was put on that charming smile of his, and all the anger that she had would just melt away. She loved him sooo much, and she wasn't sure if he felt the same way anymore. I mean, if he loved her as much as he said he did, why couldn't he trust her? She wished she had some spell or something that she could put in his drink to make him spill out his inner secrets.. She's been watching Charmed too much.. But that's what you do when you don't have a hot boyfriend to go out with on Sunday afternoons.

"Here you go, Clark" while handing him the cup.

"Thanks" when he reached out for the cup, their hands touched. And neither could deny the spark.

While walking back towards the exit, Clark cursed himself again. Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt? He had to do it. With sudden determination, he turned around and abruptingly called out,

"I love you."

Lana looked up because she thought she heard Clark's voice, but wasn't sure about who he was taking to. And when she saw Clark staring straight at her, she knew that he was talking to her.

"What?"

She didn't ask that because she didn't hear what he said. She said it because she didn't understand. Didn't understand what he meant, why he said that, and just.. everything.
Clark suddenly gained confidence and walked bad toward Lana once again.

"I said I love you."

Lana just stared. She could only stare. She didn't know what else to do. She stared, trying to know where he was going with this.

"And I don't want to this-this anymore. This friendship thing. It's not working for me anymore. Actually it never did. Lana, it drives me crazy to see you with another guy, to know that you aren't mine. I've missed you.. soo much.."

"Clark.." she said resistingly.

"No," interrupting her and placing his hands on top of hers and holding it.
"Okay, I can't tell you that we'll be together forever. I can't tell you how long we will be together. I can't tell you what the future holds. Okay, I can't tell you any of those thing. But i can tell you that I love you today, tomorrow and the days to come. And I will always love you. And I can also tell you, that I want to be with you. No matter how long or short that we are together, I know that every moment I spend with you will be worth it. So tell me, please tell me, that you'll be willing to try again with me. Give me another chance, Lana please. "

His eyes pleaded with her. She can't look at them anymore, because if she did, she'd lose it. She looked down at their hands together, breaking eye contact, and then gently moved her hands away from his.

"But Clark, we can't. You could never be completely honest with me, " But does that still matter?
"I'm sick of it, I'm tired of all the lies." she said, while trying to convince herself. She really wanted to be with Clark. The man who just said all that.

"Lana, do you think I like lying to you? That it doesn't crush me with guilt every time I make up some lame excuse and you just look right through me?"

"Well, if it hurts you so much, then why don't you stop? Why do you keeping doing it to yourself? And me?" she questioned coldly, before turning away to get back to work. She told herself not to cry. Not to cry in front of Clark. Dangit, why won't he leave? She told herself that she did the right thing. Told herself to be strong.
Clark just stood there, watching her work. When she moved from behind the counter, Clark took the tray out of her hands and set it back on the counter. He took her hands again, so that they were facing each other once again.

"Lana.." he started again.

"No, Clark, No. You can't.."

She was stopped by his lips on hers. She found herself kissing him back, giving in to temptation.

Ohh, this is sooo wrong.. then why did it feel so right?

And she couldn't think after that, because they were both too lost in the kiss.