Okay, this is my first Smallville fanfic. I hope it's okay, I'm really not sure, but check it out and tell me what you think!

Lana Lang walked into the graveyard, pulling her jacket close around her. The wind whipped at her hair and her eyes stung as grit flew in them. She usually didn't come to the grave-yard on these sorts of nights, but she felt the urge to think, and the grave-yard was the quietist place she could think of.

She made her way to where her parents grave-stone was and put her flowers down. She sat on the concrete and hugged her legs to her chest, staring up at the sky and the pin-pricks of light.

Smallville was a strange place. It had the most caring, loving people around in it, but it also seemed to be a token of bad luck. When she was three years old, a meteor shower had caught the town by surprise. It had killed both her parents in front of her eyes.

It was a fact of life that she had lost her parents, and Lana accepted that. But sometimes she thought about how things be if her parents would still be alive. She only remembered her mothers' warm touch as she would stroke her hair, and her fathers' manly face which brandished a grin which seemed to be permanently there.

When she thought about her parents, she then felt guilty because her Aunt Nell had been so good to her.

And there was Jonathon and Martha Kent. They had been her neighbours since when she a baby. Martha was like a second mother to her, always there if she needed a good cry or secrets she needed to confide someone she trusted. Jonathon was a farmer at heart, and was content with doing what he did, and never wanted anything he didn't have.

Then there was Clark Kent.

He was the most handsome boy in the school, and also the most secretive. Anyone who saw him from the outside would see an ordinary teen. But Lana knew him better. There was a secret that he was keeping from everyone, and that was the wall the stopped Lana and his friendship from going anywhere.

Lana idly ran her fingers in the dust under her hands.

There was something about Clark…for a while; he had only been the boy next door. But after Whitney had died, he had been a good, reliable friend.

Lana shivered and got up. She turned around and saw Clark standing there. Lana jumped and then smiled at him.

"Hey," she began.

"Hey," Clark replied. He pointed down at what she had been doing in the dust and said, "Does that say what I think it says?" Lana spun around and blushed bright red as she read what she had written.

Clark 4 Lana.

"You want a ride home?" Clark motioned at his dad's pick-up truck. Lana bit her lip and nodded. Clark put his arm around her waist and they walked to the pick-up truck.

"Hey, Clark?" Lana turned to face Clark.

"Mm?" He answered. Lana leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

"Thanks," she said and then got into the truck. Clark remained motionless for a moment later, a dazed look on his face, but then walked around

So...is it okay? Short, I know. Another story--like, actual story--is gonna be up in about a month if I get around to it.

Please review!!