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Further ahead in the line, two other friends also waited patiently as they could, to board The Royal...

"I can't believe I let you talk me into doing this." Clark sighed, arms crossed against his chest.

He, seriously wishing that his parents weren't so keen on allowing him to go, well his mom anyway. But instead letting him make his own choice, with being a young adult and all. They trusted him to make the right decisions, and to do the right thing.

It sure didn't help any, that Bart was a smooth talker...

Kent's house yesterday...

"Why hello, Bart." Martha greeted with a warm smile upon her face, "What brings you here?"

He steps through the doorway, after Martha motions him in. "Hi there, Bart." Mr. Kent said.

"Hi, Mrs. Kent, Mr. Kent." standing in front of the table, while Martha return to her seat, next to Johnathan.

"Hey, Bart what are you doing here?" Clark, displaying his trademark smile, walking in from the living room, and hugged his speedy friend.

"Hey, Clark man...and actually, coming to steal you for the week." Bart said, giving a mischievous grin.

To which Clark, nor his parents liked the sound of.

"Bart, what exactly do you mean, steal me for the week?" Clark asked, looking from his parents to Bart, worriedly.

"Dude, where's your Brain, hello, Spring Break!"

Inwardly, the tension fell from them, they didn't know what to expect him to say.

"Oh no." Clark said, shaking his head at the proposition Bart was offering.

"I don't think so, Bart." Johnathan stated, not really sure if he should trust Clark with such a character as Bart, especially on "Spring Break". He might have grown up in different times then today, but he damn sure seen enough "Police videos" and "Crazy Moment" shows to know exactly what kind of stuff happen on those so called vacations, and he was not amused at all by what he saw.

For once, Clark couldn't believe he was actually agreeing with his dad, how abnormal was that or he for that matter. Any other 19 year old would kill to get a chance to leave the sanctity of home and parents behind for a whole week, to go all out on some crazy vacation to Cancun or other flocking spot for College kids to go nuts on "Spring Break".

"Ugh, Mr. Kent I thought you would have a little bit more faith in me by know." Bart ignoring the fact that Clark didn't even want to go, despite what his dad said.

"Look, Bart I know the kinds of things that happen on those trips, and that's exactly the type of stuff I don't want my son around."

"Johnathan, Clark is practically an adult..." Martha started, but was interrupted.

"Yeah, a young adult that lives under my roof..."

Martha just smiled at her husband, taking his hand into hers. "Whom, we raised into a responsible, intelligent young man. Who, can make his own decisions."

"Could everyone please stop talking about me like I'm not in the room, and was it just me, when I heard with my own ears. Out of my own mouth that, I'M not going."

"Dude, come on...Spring Break," he empathized with his hands," All of your other friends are going away...Chloe...Lois."

" Friend?" he smirked.

"Lois?...OK, bad example. But come on, every guy out there is gunning for the chance, and you're staying home... with your parents."

He quickly turned to Clark's parents, feeling an insult was taken. "No offense, Mr. and Mrs. Kent."

They just replied with a raised brow and sidelong smirk yielding on their faces.

Martha raised up from her seat, going to the counter to retrieve a dish of cookies and two glasses. "Why don't you two take this to the loft and talk it out. Me and your father will discuss..."

"Uh hem..." Johnathan cleared his throat, indicating he wanted no part in it.

"We'll...discuss it as well and Clark whatever you decide, will be fine with us."

If only they knew what kind of cruise Bart had booked, not even Clark knew that the cruise was rated # 1 for throwing the biggest and wildest "Spring Break" parties then any others. That and the unknown fact that one particular feisty spirit was coming along for the ride, too.

as well as another friend...

present day...

"Come on man, were you seriously going to spend the whole week at home?" Bart asked in disbelief.

"Yes, and what's so wrong with that?" Clark trying to defend himself.

"Clark, your 19, single..."

"Don't remind me..." Clark looked down to the ground, recently just having his relationship with Lana use up it's last life line. Plus among other things on his mind that confused the hell out of him.

"Hey man, plenty of fish in the sea, and all around, if you haven't notice." Bart flashing a grin.

Clark shook his head, grinning widely as he watched Bart starring at two hotties' bottoms, walking by them wearing "barely covering" bikinis.

"Besides..." Bart, turning back around to face Clark. "I know you got problems and all, but God, I practically had to drag you outta there, kicking and screaming."

"Bart...shut up."

The Loft, yesterday 2:25 PM...

"God, I haven't been in here for a minute." Bart, gazing around, trying to remember when he'd been here last.

"Yeah, how long exactly has it been." Clark smiled.

"Four months, I think." he said looking through Clark's telescope. "But, hey we email each other so much, it's almost like I never left."

He faced Clark, his hand buried into his sweater pockets. "Yo, look man, I'm sorry about what happen with you and Lana."

Clark gave him a confusing look. He didn't tell Bart about his break up with Lana, a month after he last saw him. Well, he didn't remember telling him about it anyway.

"Chloe told me." he said, seeing as Clark was confused.

"Chloe?"

"Yeah, you know we do talk."

"Really, I thought after she blew you off four months ago..."

"Yeah, yeah, she gave me some excuse how I wasn't mature enough to handle her persona or something like that." flopping down on the old sofa.

"So, I assume you didn't just throw in the towel."

"Nah, I'm just warming her up to me. I did at least got her email address, and was I surprised that she actually responded, when I wrote to her."

"It sounds like things are going great."

"Well, we get along better, I guess. We do talk allot, and since I happen to be in the area, I do see her allot at Met U."

"So you guys are dating?"

"Nothing like that, even though I've tried, we just hang out sometimes."

They stop talking, a bit of silence in between while Bart looks at Clark. "So man , how you doing with you know."

"Bart, It's been four months."

"Yeah I know, which means like yesterday to you."

"I'm fine, really"

"So then you're coming to Spring Break, right?"

"No."

"Dude, you are not blowing me off just to stay home...with your parents!"

Clark looked away, "Well, actually my parents are leaving for the week to."

"You're kidding, Kent?"

Clark shook his head, digging his hands into his jean pockets.

"God Kent, even you're parents are cooler then you, their taking the plunge so why not you?"

What could Clark say, he was having to deal with allot of things that were on a whole other level of confusion. Lana sure have been apart of that, but wasn't the main concern. Their relationship had been rocky even way before they called it quits. Why they even held it for so long, he could only assume that neither of them wanted to hurt the other, or maybe they thought things could get better but it didn't, not even close.

Sure he was in pain afterwords, though the connection that was between them died in the last months of their relationship. They did date for a year, she was the one he dreamed about being with since the first year of High School. He loved her, but wasn't really sure if he was in love with her.

Now on top of that, to make things even more strenuous he found himself feeling something for a person he thought wasn't even possible...

"It's Lois, isn't it?" Bart asked, hitting the nail on the head.

Clark eyes grew, wondering how he knew what was going on through his mind. "Lo...Lois" he faltered.

"Look, Chloe told me all about it." Bart trying to reassure him, but Clark not sure what he was talking about.

Chloe? She was certainly telling it all, and to Bart, they must be closer then what he lets on.

"Um...what exactly did she say?" he asked, nervous, fearing the answer.

Bart's face lit up, a grin broaden across. "She told me about last week." he pausing letting the suspense sank into Clark's mind.

"Wh...what about...last...week." Clark's mouth suddenly becoming dry.

"About, what almost happen between you and Lois."

Clark swore his heart stopped beating, damn Chloe...wait how did Chloe...Lois, she told.

With a helping hand no doubt, leave it to his best friend to get the truth out of any one, especially one who was acting strange as she was that night, after she came from his loft...

Last Wednesday 8:45 PM...

Books, papers, and food were thrown all over the loft. Clark and Lois sat on the old sofa, worked for hours, helping each other with their history report.

"I'm telling you Smallville, The Battle of Fallen Timbers happen in 1889" Lois stuffing her mouth full of Mrs. Kent's turkey sandwich.

"Lo, it was in 1898." Clark said snatching a piece of her sandwich from her hand and into his mouth, smiling widely.

Lois cocked her head to the side, her lips pressed into a tight smile. "Cute, Kent."

She punched him in his arm, before she took another bite of her sandwich.

"So, you finally notice." he teased.

Clark was enjoying himself, the hours doing his report with Lois was anything but boring. With all her re pore of being a dropout he never figure her to be so intelligent. He knew she wasn't stupid, far from it. He just never figure her to be so book smart. She helped allot, there was so much about history she knew of.

"Ha, you cute, now that's a joke." she saids playfully.

He continue to stare, her face always brightens when she smiles, he loved it.

OK, did I just admit that I loved ... LOIS'...smile. Well she is very attract...come on Clark this is Lois Lane sitting next to you, not some other girl.

He looked away, realizing he was still starring at her, and she at him.

Lois did the same, she couldn't believe that she allowed herself to be captivated by Smallville's baby blue's once again. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Um...right, like I said Smallville. The battle of Fallen Timbers happened in 1889, 1898 was the Whiskey Rebellion." grabbing the large text book off the table in front of them.

Down Lois, it's not like you haven't study with the boy hundreds of times before. Small time farm boy can not be getting to you. This is Clark Kent after all, not some strange guy you don't even know.

Lois turned through the pages trying to find the event," I guess I'm just going to have to burst your bubble, Smallville. If I'm right, tonight you can have the pleasure of cleaning this mess up yourself."

"And, If I win." Clark asked, leaning towards her, waiting for a reply.

"Then I'll help." Lois gave him a wink.

Clark just shook his head and smiled

"So, what does it say."

"Keep your pants on Kent, I'm still searching."

"Lois..."

"OK, right here. There, read it and weep farm boy."

Clark grabbed the book from her hands, to see for himself and read. "The war of 1889, or best known as The war of Fallen Timbers was the battle for the Northwest lands."

He raised his head and saw a very pride filled Lois gleaming at her victory. The same winning smile she gave to him, the day she dunked him in the tank at the pep rally.

God she's beautiful...wait, did I just say that?

She raised off the sofa and went to grab a trash bag. "Well, Smallville it looks like you have a date with a mop and broom and me, I have a date with a very comfy goose down mattress."

Lois walked back to the sofa, hitting her shin on the corner of the table causing her to stumble and fall on top of Clark...