Midnight
The clock struck twelve o' clock midnight as Lex sat next to the girl in one of the spare bedrooms while she slept. She had only received a cut on her forehead, which was amazing considering the speed of Lex's car at the time.
Clark had called his parents and told them about the accident, explaining the girls limited injuries, which sparked everyone's interest, and asked if he could stay over and come home in the morning to do chores. Reluctantly Martha and Jonathan let him, as long as he got all of his chores done the next day.
The girl hadn't woken up yet but Lex found it nearly impossible to leave her side. He felt like he had seen her before and couldn't shake that thought from his mind.
When they had gotten home Clark mentioned that she shouldn't be left in her wet clothes, as he turned redder by the second. Damn hormones and innocence. Lex sighed; frustrated, knowing he'd have to do it since apparently Clark couldn't handle it.
Luckily the girl wore a tank top and boy-cut underwear, so she wasn't exposed too much. Lex blushed a pinkish tinge as he pulled of her t-shirt revealing strong arms, developed abs, and a thin waistline. When he tugged her jeans off he couldn't help but turn a deeper red, nearly as red as Clark had been. The girl hadn't woken up and Lex felt as though he had in some way violated this girl and tore himself away from her to shower as Clark watched over her.
Lex went to his private bathroom, which was attached to his bedroom, and turned on the hot water tap. He filled the bath tub to the brim and stripped down climbing in cautiously, hissing when the hot water lightly singed his skin, before settling down and trying to relax.
Clark sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the girl wondering why she had run out into the street. He didn't see anyone chasing her or anything to indicate she was running away, except the fact that he'd never seen her before and she had no luggage with her. She shifted slightly in her sleep clearly showing that she was dreaming. Clark glanced closer and saw a scar on her chest near her left shoulder. He moved a little closer and saw it matched the one on his chest causing his jaw to drop.
Lex walked in, a robe over whatever, if anything, he wore underneath. "How is she?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest and glancing down at the girl who lay underneath the covers breathing softly.
"Dreaming," Clark replied motioning to her as she moved beneath the silk sheets once more. The two friends sat there throughout the night making small talk and keeping their voices low as they watched over her.