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Clark Kent woke with a headache and a feeling of still being a little drink from the night before. Alcohol had never affected him before, but today it was cracking the whip. He remembered going to the party with Lois, only he didn't remember Chloe, and know he remembered a girl next to him in bed. Now thinking, he wondered if the girl was Lois. Dreading going back up stairs and not seeing his girlfriend of more then a year he knew he had to. If this thing went south and Lois found out…he was dead.

Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know
'cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead

His worst nightmare had come here…the girl was Chloe. Lois's own cousin lie naked in Clark's bed. He could already hear the drums that were Lois's cry and tears. His head hurt enough without the love of his life being upset. He knew he had to tell her, be honest. But what would he say?

With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking

Clark knocked on Lois's dorm room door hoping she was awake. Luckily she was, bit in a way it was a curse.

"Hi." Guilt shrouded his voice.

"Hey." She said concerned. "How's Chloe doing?"

It took him a minute to catch on to what she was talking about.

"She's ok, a bit of a headache with a drunk look on her face, but who doesn't?"

"You've seen her?" Lois wondered.

"Yeah." He knew she was piecing the night together. "She's upstairs…in my bed.

"I though you were taking her home?" She sounded a little angry and hurt now.

"Lo, we need to talk."

After sitting down and explaining everything to her Lois broke down in tears.

"Lois, I'm so sorry." He went to hug her but she pushed him away.

"Don't touch me! Get out. Get out Clark!"

"Lois, I love you, things happened that shouldn't have. But, you're everything to me." He tried to reassure her.

"Apparently not." She turned and left the room.

About all of the things that I long to believe
About love, and the truth and what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need

Walking back to his frat house Clark saw a flower stand with red roses. Lois loved red roses. But he didn't think flowers would make things better.

When Clark laid down on his bed it didn't feel like his own. He prayed that Lois would someday forgive him.

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses.

For days Clark left message after message. Every night he would stand outside her dorm and watch the window. Every night be fore left he would whisper; "I love you Lois."

Well I'm so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper, baby blind love is true

Whenever he passed the flower stand he though about Lois. How badly he hurt her. Mostly he saw them on his way to the bar at a near by hotel to start the hangover. But one particular night Lois was there. He saw her, she saw him. The problem was he saw two of her.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

"Hey, Clark." The bartender told him as he started his shift. "It's only ten o'clock, you're a little early aren't you?"

"I've been here for over five hours already. Lois wasn't home!" He screamed over the chatter and music.

The bartender's name was Blaine, he and Clark were friends and knew about Lois. Clark drank down another shot of Whiskey. Lois was talking to another guy. When Clark saw he laughed so hard that his diaphragm hurt.

"She's never coning back Blaine." Clark finally said.

"Sorry man, but you know, shit happens."

That wasn't what Clark wanted to hear but it would have to do.

There was twenty-three empty shot glasses on the bar near Clark.

"Give me another Blaine!" He yelled.

"Sorry Clark, but this whiskey mill is dry."

"I'm not going home, I'll just die here." Clark's cell phone rang, he answered it and it was Chloe.

The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

"Hey, where are you at?" She asked.

"Sitting at the bar."

"Ok, now I see you." She hung up.

"Look's like Chloe's here." Clark informed Blaine and threw his phone down on the table.

"Clark, what's wrong with you?" Chloe asked seeing the drooling man.

"Getting drunk, sit down have a drink. Two Blaine." He held up three fingers.

"I can't give you anymore Clark." He said again.

"You're wasted Clark, lets just go home. You need to lay down."

"Then lay me down on a bed of roses while you're at it." He told Chloe. He put his arm around Chloe's shoulders supporting him. He saw Lois still with the same guy, so did Chloe. Lois looked away.

"Come on, let's go." Chloe said leading Clark to the entrance.

"You know I would die for her Chloe?"

"Yeah, Superman, you have a big heart."

Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won't be alone
But you know that don't
Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend

Chloe dropped Clark in his bed and took off his shoes. He was half away half passed out.

"I love her Chloe."

"I know." She was trying to get his shirt off of him without any help.

"I should go and get those roses down by the street…for her…make her a bed of roses."

"Well tonight, I think you should just stay here. You can go tomorrow. I'll stay here with you." She was now on his pants. His blue boxers made his body look even tanner then usual.

"Make…a…bed…of…roses." He then passed out. Lois was the last thing on his mind before the collapse.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses