-1Chapter One:
The sun was just setting on the horizon, painting the sky brilliant romantic hues of red, orange and yellow. A light breeze flitted through the air. It was late July and the weather was hot and humid with the promise of rain to come.
Lana Lang was eighteen years old and was in love. Well, at least she thought she was. Or maybe it was infatuation. Well, whatever the reason, she couldn't help but stare at Clark Kent, her next door neighbor. She rested her chin lightly on her palm and continued to gaze with complete abandon at Clark Kent.
She closed her eyes in total bliss. He had certainly changed over the summer. His hair was tousled and curly. It made her want to run her fingers through his hair. His muscles rippled suggestively under his white t-shirt. She especially loved his blue-green eyes. She could always get lost in those fathomless pools. His image was forever marked in her brain.
They had been neighbors since they were five and yet Lana had never taken a second glance at him till now. Not once had they ever exchanged more than five words to each other. She opened her eyes and sighed with contentment as she watched him walk toward his house.
Clark Kent tried not to notice the girl who continued to stare at him with a smile on her face. Lana Lang, his neighbor since the tender age of five. He flicked his gaze quickly to the pretty girl who was sitting on her porch. Lana was the angel in his dreams, the girl in his fantasies.
His gazed traveled to the ground as he walked. He was shy and quiet with very few friends. This was his last summer before college and an uneventful one at that. He slowly gazed up again and this time his eyes connected with brown ones.
He felt his cheeks burn and averted his gaze to the fascinating ground again. He quickened his pace and sighed with relief as he shut the front door. He tried to calm his racing heart and took in deep and uneven breaths.
He sagged against the door and closed his eyes tightly, trying to erase the images of those glorious, doe brown eyes. She looked so beautiful and innocent sitting on her porch, the light breeze caressing her hair. He tried to erase the image of her exotic looking face, her pink cheeks and full, luscious lips. He opened his eyes in defeat. Those images were still there, dancing in front of eyes like a slideshow.
Martha Kent walked in the room and rushed to Clark's side with concern. "Sweetie, are you ok? You look a little flushed."
"Mom, I'm fine. It's just really hot outside. I think I'll go take a quick shower before dinner."
Martha nodded, concern still etched on her face.
Clark ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.