By StoryMaker8931
Clark awoke the same time as any normal day, and to him weekends were considered the same, a normal day. The sun was shining just as bright as any morning, but this time, he didn't put aside any time to stare at it. Sunsets were his and Lana's thing to do, but when the sun rose in the morning, it was kind of like his greeting to start the day. He'd been giving this little greeting since he was young, or at least he was told. He got out of his bed as normally as he would each and every morning, he never felt the need to greet his bed. The very thought just sounded silly. Besides, he'd just spent a fair amount of hours sleeping in the same position. The bed had seen enough of him. And he'd seen enough of it.
He walked along the floor as normal as ever, as he walked up to his dresser, opening the top drawer and taking one peek, and in under a minute he had exactly what he wanted. White shirt, blue striped flannel shirt, and he knew he could find either the red jacket, or the dark blue one somewhere downstairs. Either would do. There wasn't really anything different from the way he, a teenage boy, got ready. Boys are less likely to care about their clothing, and their hair, unlike girls. When Clark thought about it, he'd get a headache. The thought was just strange to even waste brain power thinking about.
He left his room, forgetting to close the door again, as he headed down the stairs. Lucky enough for him, the ceiling was higher up this time, so he never thought to worry about his head hitting it. He was very tall for his age. His eyes met those of his parents, and as he remembered to check the living room for either of his jackets, he finally found one. It was the dark blue one. He picked it up and carefully laid it front up on the couch. He wasn't quite sure if he'd need it, but there were still chores to do, so he was always prepared.
''Find what you needed, Clark?'' he heard his mom ask. From the kitchen, he nodded slowly as he picked back up the blue jacket, holding it in the air, as Martha's eyes stared at it.
''You were looking for your jacket? If you wanted to, I could get your red one? I've seen you wear that one, much more than the blue one. It's just in the laundry. It wouldn't be a problem.''
''I'm fine, mom, but thank you, I appreciate it. But the blue one is pleasant too! It brings out the color of my eyes.'' Clark flattered, as he brushed his finger around his eyes, blinking quickly, as if he was some kind of teenage girl, who just got stared at by a cute boy. His mother laughed a little, as she brought a plate of eggs and another plate of pancakes, along with bacon to the table. As she thought about traveling a little lighter for the breakfast menu, Jonathon, who sat in his regular chair, with his regular newspaper, and coffee, lifted one hand up, clenching his fingers down around the plate. He helped place it. In the middle with everything else was where it belonged. And as Clark walked around to the other side of the counter, he opened the fridge, carefully grabbing two glasses from the cupboard, as he reached for a third one.
''Chores to do today, Clark?'' his dad asked over a mouthful of food.
''Yes, same as every morning, dad.'' he replied.
''Well, you don't have to sound so excited about it, son. You're allowed to be grumpy at this time? Normal teenagers don't even get up till noon.''
''If they even get up at all.'' Martha chipped in.
''Good thing I'm not normal, then.'' Clark replied bringing the two glasses to the table where he returned to the counter for the third one. Placing his cup down in his usual stop, as Martha took her cup from his hands, placing it down in front of her. Jonathon, who was to invested in the newspaper, didn't even notice that he had juice, and once he finally noticed, almost knocked it over with his elbow. But as fast as Clark was, he quickly grabbed it before it fell. Not even a single drop of the juice poured out.
''Excellent catch, son.''
''Jonathon? Could you please put down the newspaper, so you can eat your breakfast?'' Martha complained through a few bites of her pancake.
''I am eating my breakfast? Can't you tell?'' Jonathon barked, as he stuck out his tongue, so Martha could see the little bits of bacon still sitting there.
''Jonathon!'' Martha shouted, quick to throw a few pieces at him, as she missed her aim. The bacon falling to the floor as Jonathon fought to catch them.
''What a normal breakfast.'' Clark whispered through tiny laughs.
''We're not a normal family, Clark. As you'll be the first to know.'' Jonathon chuckled.
''Oh, I know, dad.'' he replied as he took a few forks full of eggs, combining it with bacon, all in his mouth at once. Jonathan, even though he had his newspaper down just like Martha had asked of him, didn't mean he was completely out of jokes. He could tell Martha seemed a little tense, so as a suitable husband, it was his duty to try to cheer her up. As he rose from his chair, slowly stepping over to the side, where Clark sat, Clark's looking to the side, to see his dad staring at him. But before he moved, he felt his father's hand on his shoulder, slowly telling him to lower his head, so he could whisper something to him. As Clark did what he was secretly told too, Martha watched, unimpressed, as she finished the last of her eggs, and moved onto two pieces of bacon. She wasn't one to eat a whole plate full of bacon, but she knew she had two guys in the house. That surely would.
''We can't do that? She'll ground both of us?'' whispered Clark, as he replied to his father. Jonathan looked at him with wide eyes, before settling back down in his chair. As he could lift the newspaper again, hoping to hold it up close enough so it could cover his entire face, he waited for his plan. As Clark sat in his chair for a few seconds more, he used his super-speed and was up before Jonathan was. As everything slowed down around him, he was quick to get out the door. And in a few seconds, his own master plan was done, and completed. Now all he had to do was wait to see his father's reaction.
What was meant to be a prank pulled on his Mom, from his Dad, would be reverse-red. His Dad would get an enormous surprise when he came outside. As Clark super-speed himself back into the house, quickly slipping back into his chair, as a gust of wind returned everything to normal speed. Jonathan was the first to notice something was odd. As he found Clark's nervous green eyes, he got up slowly.
''What'd'you do, son?'' he asked in a rather indistinct voice, hoping he could catch Clark cracking under pressure. Jonathan was always great at finding out when Clark had done something. And right now, his Dad alarm was set to high and ringing. As he quickly headed past the living room, and over to the front door, he pointed with his finger at the door, and smiled.
''You did something to the barn? Right? Or is that not it?'' he asked. Jonathan knew it had to be something, but he wasn't sure what. Since Clark had super-speed, it was rather difficult to notice when something was different or something had changed something. He always gave up, and hoped Clark would let him in on the little joke, but Clark would not do. At least not this time. So as Jonathan walked out the door, it was just Clark and Martha sitting at the table. Martha, who was rather interested to be let in on the prank, turned to look at him. Her eyebrows raised as she finished the last remaining pieces of her bacon.
''Clark? What'd You do?'' she asked.
''I painted one truck pink, knowing Dad had to use it today.'' Clark choked. As Martha's face brightened up, and a smile formed on her face, she paused. ''What if he just takes the other one?'' she asked.
''I flattened the tires on the other one. Surely he must use the one I painted.'' Clark replied, a bright smile on his face.
''Clever, sweetheart, brilliant. Just hope your Dad doesn't make you come along to pick up supplies, if you're supposed to do chores with him? That might involve running to the department store.''
As Clark got deeper into his thoughts, his eyes widened as he heard the front door open again. And there was his father. Hands on his hips, and a rather unhappy glare to go with it.
''Just for that, your coming with me, for supplies.'' Jonathan said, pointing to himself, then back at Clark. Clark frowned as he pressed his face against the table, grunting and groaning, as he knew he messed up. He thought for a few seconds, until something in the distance woke him from his thoughts rather quickly. He could make out the sound of a small lingering ringing, coming from the front door of their house, as he turned to stare at it. Following with heavy footsteps behind it, that caused the floorboards to creak loudly, he knew right at that moment that he was going to be asked to get the door anyway, so without being asked to, he lightly moved from his spot, and moved along the floor, out of the split kitchen, and along the small living room, over to the door. He didn't do anything to prepare himself to open it, for he knew he wasn't expecting any of his friends to stop for, for the few of them he'd talked to Friday afternoon had told them all their weekend plans. Which most did not seem free enough, for them to be visiting him. So, he knew if he didn't want to, he didn't need to have a smile on his face. It was early enough, and just because he was used to waking up early mornings, especially on the weekends, didn't mean he needed to practice being cheerful or nice, so early hours.
He opened the door slowly, as he did, he was quick to take in the appearance of the person behind it, as it opened. As it opened, he was surprised when he had to turn to look down towards the ground, guessing the person was much lower than he'd been looking, seeing as he was much taller than most boys at his school, he lowered his head, his green eyes coming in contact with light brown ones, proceeding to stare at him behind soft black glasses.
''Can I help you?'' He asked softly, a bit of confusion behind his voice, wondering to himself why a young child such as the boy he was looking at, was ringing the doorbell on a Saturday weekend. Lightly as he fixed his glasses, the boy shifted his eyes, from interested, to very annoyed and uninterested in further conversation, in only a few seconds. As he did this, his voice came out in a high pitch tone, followed by rude speech, mixed with speech Clark was sure meant the boy was taunting him, in ways he thought he couldn't understand.
The boy obviously thought highly of himself, which Clark knew would only cause him problems down the road, if the boy didn't learn what manners were, soon. A big brain can only get you so far, he thought to himself.
''I don't believe you were informed of my little surprise visit, seeing that look on your face, tells me you weren't expecting me? But not to matter, I'm not entirely here to see you.'' He said highly annoying, as Clark's only dying wish was that he'd just go away already. ''I was promised a piece of fine refined meteor rock...I've come to collect..'' Clark's eyes filled with even more confusion, as he went over the boy's request over and over in his head. Promised by who? He thought? And promised meteor rock? Why?
The boy let out a rather annoyed heavy breath, as he closed his eyes slowly, after a few seconds he opened them again, as he adjusted his glasses for a second time. The soft breeze blowing past them, blew through his short gel brown hair, as he was quick to put it back into place, from where the wind had messed it up, as he did this, his mouth opened again, as more annoying words came out.
''Your friend Pete promised me a piece of meteor rock, if I helped him cheat on his biology test. Why I'm here talking to you, is because I believe he'd given you the answers to the test as well? Am I correct?'' He questioned him. Clark's cheeks reddened a little, from being called out, as his memory refreshed. The boy was making a lot of sense now. Pete had given him answers to the test, but he never told him who he'd gotten them from? Nor did he tell him, there was going to be a promise he'd have to make sure not to break, in the process. Seeing as the only piece of meteor rock he owned, was the one used for emergencies, like if he got mixed up with red meteor rock, or silver again? Or just anything he could use for future plan b's? Surely his past self had thought of this, and placed some more pieces of meteor rock around, besides just the barn, and he'd be okay giving some away if needed, but the changes of that happening, didn't seem very high. He knew there was a good chance he hadn't thought that far, especially seeing as since it'd arrived with him, green meteor rock hadn't done any good for him or anyone else around.
Someone asking him for it, wasn't a good sign they were going to use it for something in good nature. So as much as he didn't want to make Pete look bad, he knew he wasn't going to be allowed to just give his piece of meteor rock away. So without even a single reply back, he just shook his head, and left things alone. Shutting the door in the young man's face, as his expression changed from very annoying to angry in seconds. Clark could still hear his screams, and angered banging upon the front door, as he walked back into the kitchen, his parents couldn't help but make concerned faces towards him, as he walked by. Although he wasn't going to inform them, for he was sure the situation would just die down, and the clearly troubled teenager would forget and move on...
At least that's what he hoped for.
Clark returned to school that stormy, cold, Monday morning. It wasn't a common thing he encountered. but for that very morning, he found it a little more challenging to get himself out of bed. He wasn't sure why it was a little more challenging that morning, since he was usually used to getting up at early hours, but this morning was more challenging. His feet trailed on behind him, as he carried himself in a sleepless manner. His cheeks were red, and his breath came out cold, till he finally reached the doors of the school, and went inside without another second to feel the cold, blowing wind. The days before had been super nice, and calming, but today, of all Monday mornings, just didn't seem to want to be like all the other days before it. Saturday and Sunday sure were being missed right about now. Once the warmth got to him, and surrounded him, he felt the coldness vanish from his face, as he took on a better walking position. Instead of his feet trailing almost lifelessly behind him, he pushed them out in front, and carried on towards his locker. Once he felt better about himself, he was sure his brain would pick up on the new chance, and change his mood just as quickly. After a few moments, he felt his mood increasing, going from moody, and tired, to careless and happy. School wasn't the only thing that made him happy though, no it was far from the more important point, that made him like school much more. His friends were that more important thing he looked forward to seeing each morning. The only thing that kept him surviving through the day,
Although after hearing a rather harsh voice calling for him, in the distance of the hallway, his mood changed back just as quickly. The voice belonged to his closest friend, Pete Ross, and after the strange visit he had Saturday morning, he knew immediately why he sounded so annoyed, and upset. He made sure he was facing the direction of the open hall, just waiting, and expecting his friend to come raging down it, and once he did, Clark made sure he was open to everything he had to say. Preparing himself in the back of his mind for what he was going to say back, when Pete exploded his annoyance all over him. Maybe for starters, how he didn't appreciate Pete telling that boy, he could get a meteor rock from him, knowing full well that the only meteor rock he owned, was for emergencies only. Why would Pete even think of such a thing? Clark knew he couldn't even go close to the green rock, so how was he even supposed to give the rock to the boy in the first place? The promise they'd made together, as far as he thought, didn't involve him whatsoever.
It was a promise Pete had to deal with, not him. As Pete came closer towards him, Clark crossed his arms, as his red backpack sat motionless against his feet, as his green eyes searched Pete's eyes. Pete's annoyed frown vanished from his face, as he took in Clark's now expressionless face. He had a close feeling he knew what he was going to say, before he'd even said it, and instead of getting ready to explode, Pete's eyes dropped, then softened, as his arms bowed down towards the ground, dangling their for a few seconds, as his head bobbled from up to down. Clark waited in silence, before getting ready to bring up the conversation himself, just as Pete's voice sounded in his ears.
''You don't need to say anything, I know why you're annoyed with me.'' He said softly.
''Do you?'' Clark replied, raising his eyebrow.
''Yes I do.'' Pete replied. ''You're annoyed with me, because of what happened on Saturday morning, when that boy showed up at your house, asking for that rock, right?'' He asked, a part of him still hoping he wasn't going somewhere with his words, and that Clark was simply annoyed at him for something else.
''You mean when you promised him a meteor rock, that I was supposed to give to him? Even though you knew the only one I owned was for cases where I lost control? Right?'' Clark hissed. Pete looked down at him again, his eyes falling to the ground, as he drew a breath.
''Yes...'' He whispered. ''I know I shouldn't have sent him to you! I know that was a huge stupid mistake, and I can promise you, man, it won't happen again! I don't even know why I thought that was going to be a good idea...I should've known you weren't going to be happy about it.'' He sighed;.
''Yeah, you should've.'' Clark responded. ''I can't even go near those rocks without getting sick, you know that? So, what I don't understand is why you thought I'd be able to give him what you promised in the first place, Pete?!''
''It was a stupid mistake, Clark! I wasn't thinking about it fully alright? I promised it won't happen again! Please just leave it now.'' He pleaded.
''What if he comes back, expecting his payment you promised? What then? Have you thought that far at all?''
''I've taken care of it, so you don't have to worry. I saw him earlier this morning, before first bell. He got what he wanted, and shouldn't bother either of us anymore.'' Pete nodded. ''Alright, so don't worry about it anymore.''
''What do you think he wants with a meteor rock anyways? Not like there's much to do with them? Their just pieces of rock? Not much else to it then that?'' Pete complained to himself, Clark being lost in thought, as his eyes turned from soft, and annoyed, to concerned, and fearful in seconds. The part about Pete's latest delivery had been kept from him till now, seeing as it was already too late, he had to wonder to himself for the rest of the school day, what the boy had up his sleeve for the meteor rock. Whatever he had planned, wasn't going to be a good thing, he was sure of it. Where those meteor rocks went, danger and harm trailed behind the whole way.