Lois and Clark sit at a table with their cappuccinos while Clark reads the article in more detail. After all, it isn't everyday that there is an article about him in the newspaper. An article that isn't about a crime scene, that is.
Outside of the Talon, a black trans-am stops on the other side of the street. A young blonde-haired girl steps out and looks around. It's the first time she's been in Kansas.
Imagine that, I've been practically everywhere in the United States and I bypass the boring state of Kansas.
She sees the Talon sign, Welcome to Smallville, Relax with a cup of coffee. A smile comes over her face, as she hasn't been able to relax for a couple of days. After she looks around the car to make sure it was safe there, she hurries across the street and into the coffee shop. She heads straight for the counter to order. Martha Kent turns around and greets her new customer.
"Hi, welcome to the Talon, can I get you anything?" She asks with a smile.
"Yeah, I would like just a cappuccino and a quiet place to sit." The girl says with a quiet laugh.
"Well, good luck. This is usually the time the afternoon rush comes in. I don't recognize you, are you new or just visiting?" Martha asks.
"Just visiting. It's kind of a surprise visit to a friend of mine, Clark Kent. Do you know him?" She asks.
"Yes, he's my son." Martha tells her, surprised.
Lois looks over to see who Martha is talking to and sees this girl. "Looks like Smallville has a new guest." She comments. "But I have no idea why someone would want to visit this cow-town."
Clark laughs. "For someone that dropped out of college to stay here, you sure don't like Smallville much."
Lois smiles at him and replies, "Well, I have good reasons to say. One… good reason that is."
Clark takes the hint and is about to say something, when he sees the girl at the counter.
"I know that girl." Clark says.
"You do?" Lois asks.
"Yeah." Clark answers and gets up from his chair. "Amy?" He asks, walking up to her spot at the counter.
"Clark!" She says excitedly and gives him a hug.
Lois sees this and walks toward them. "Excuse me, and who are you?" Lois asks her defensively.
Amy smiles politely and holds out her hand. "I'm Amy. I met Clark in Miami. And you are?" She asks.
"Lois." She answers, ignoring her hand.
Clark notices her attitude and puts his hand on her shoulder. "Uh, Lois… can I talk to you for a second?" he asks.
"Sure." She agrees and walks with Clark over to a quiet corner.
"What is your problem?" He asks.
"You!" Lois answers rather loudly.
"What did I do?" Clark asks, confused as to what he did wrong.
"You never told me about your little Miami girlfriend." She says, crossing her arms.
"Lois, she isn't and never was, my girlfriend. And what does it matter if she was?" Clark tells her, angry that she's getting so mad at him. You can tell from her eyes that his last comment hurt.
"Your right. It doesn't matter." Lois tells him, staring at him with hurt. She turns away and hurries out the door.
Amy walks over to Clark. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have came here."
Clark puts a fake smile on his face and tries to push everything with Lois to the back of his mind. Not an easy thing to do these days. "No, Amy, it's fine. What are you… doing here?"
"I just needed to get away from school for a while. Needed a drive to clear my head." She tells him.
"You drove here all the way from California?" Clark asks, surprised.
She laughs quietly. "Yeah well, it was full."
"Well, it's good to see you." Clark says.
"Good to see you too. I thought I would have trouble finding you, but its turns out that Smallville really is smallville." Amy says with a laugh.
Martha comes up to their table as she puts on her jacket. "Clark, I'm leaving now. Kate is here and she's taking over."
Clark looks up. "Ok, mom. I don't need a ride, I'll find a way home."
"Amy, would you like to have dinner with us? We'll have stuff to talk about, since Clark never told us anything about you." Martha says with a smile after giving Clark an annoyed look.
"Sure, that would be nice." Amy agrees. "Should I be worried?" Amy asks Clark once she's gone.
Clark laughs. "No, it will be ok."
"I have something you might be interested in." She says with a smile and sets her car keys on the table. Clark looks at her suspiciously and grabs the keys.
"Come on." She says and gets up from her chair. Clark follows her to the doors. He walks outside of the Talon and sees the black car on the other side of the street. As he gets closer, he identifies it as a 1978 Pontiac Trans-Am with the t-top roof. Shiny black paint with the gold firebird on the hood. On the side of the hood scoop says "455 C.I." in gold letters.
"This is your car?" Clark asks, surprised.
"Well, no. I borrowed it. You like it?"
"Well, yeah. This car is awesome." He answers.
"Good. Then you can drive." She says. Clark smiles excitedly and gets in. Amy walks around to the other side and gets in. Clark turns the key and the big block rumbles to life.
"Do you mind?" Clark asks, gripping the steering wheel.
Amy laughs. "How old are you?"
"Seems like a yes to me." Clark says and slams his foot down softly. (Softly as in not putting his foot through the floor of the car) He squeals out of the parking spot and the car takes off down the street slightly sideways.
A/N: That's two chapters in a row with just talking, sorry. Next chapter should have more to it. Ya know, I did notice I leave Chloe out of it a lot. I was tempted to make up a reason for Chloe to leave, but it was weird without her. Clarks only real friends anymore are Chloe and Lois.
I could use some of your input as to what Clark's racing number should be. The only numbers I refuse are 24, 97, and 17 lol.