I don't think we're in Kansas anymore….
Just kidding. Anyways I'm back…in slacks! Alright, alright on with the sho-err-story!
"Clark!"
The sound of Martha Kent's voice rang in the entirety of the Kent house. Clark Kent awoke from his slumber, still quite dazed, but awake nonetheless.
"Mom, I'm right here on the couch," Clark said tiredly, "You don't have to yell."
"Oh sorry, honey," Martha said apologetically, "I'm just so used to calling you from upstairs."
Clark mumbled something that she couldn't hear and she chuckled, knowing the cause of his grumbling.
"Oh, Clark you should lighten up," Martha said, "Lois does think of you as a friend and I know you do too."
"Yeah, I know Mom but my room is like a good soldier," Clark grimaced, "Decorated"
Again, Martha laughed and turned back to her task of cooking breakfast. Mr. Kent walked in carrying two big suitcases.
"Hey Dad," Clark greeted settling on the chair and not turning around
"Morning, son," Jonathan said, "Ready to go Martha?"
Clark spun around, nearly falling off the chair in the process.
"Where are you going?" Clark choked out
Jonathan looked at Martha and she shrugged.
"I take it your mother didn't tell you but we're going on a month long cruse to the Bahamas."
It took every bit of control for him not to scream.
"T-t-the B-bahamas for a m-m-month?" Clark stuttered
"Yes, and I am personally entrusting the farm to you for the time being," Jonathan said sternly, "You know what your supposed to do."
Clark, still too shocked, made a strangled kind of sound, "Aughhh."
"Umm, okay then! Jonathan lets go," Martha said quickly, giving Clark a peck on the cheek, "Love you!"
Clark sighed and raised his hand, "Check please."
Oh goody! I'm finally done with this chapter! I know I'll reward myself by eating a cookie! Mmm…..
Next chapter should be the longest so RR!
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