I know, your really mad. I get it. It was really hard for me to get this chapter done. It was so...boring. I mean it's a filler chapter. Bleh. Also I watched Toy Story 3 the other day (GO BUZZ/JESSIE) and I had to do a fic on that (well not ts3 but Buzz Lightyear of Star Command) because it would not LEAVE MY HEAD ALONE! AAAAAAHHHHH! Anyway, that one will be up in a bit. I'll have the next chapter out by Sunday...I promise. :)

What to wear? A skirt? A dress? A pantsuit? No, not a pantsuit. Where are we going? Why didn't I think to ask? Because I forget my name when I talk to him that's why. Jena gave up and sat down on her bed. She stared at the clothes before her and put her head in her hands in defeat. Then, she got up, went across the hall, and knocked on a door. Sara opened the door, took one look at Jena's face and dragged her inside.

"What's going on? I haven't seen you in days." Sara complained.

Jena looked at her friend. Then looked at the floral print of the couch she was sitting on. "I…uh…have a date." Jena said quietly, all the while knowing what her friend's reaction was going to be.

"What! And you didn't tell me!" Sara yelled at her. She started pacing back and forth. "Okay. When is it? Do you have anything to wear? Where are you going?" Sara spouted off one question after another. Jena answered each one in turn.

"It's at seven, I'm not sure, and I have no idea."

"Girl! You have got to get the info! So… not much time. Let's go look through your closet." Sara said and dragged Jena back to her apartment. Sara spent a good half hour just digging. Then she found it.

"Look! It was buried underneath this giant pile of crap. Needs a good Ironing, but this will work."

Jena looked it over. She had forgotten she'd had that. It was a dress that looked like a sundress, but was made for the colder weather. It had thicker material and came with a matching jacket. Her aunt had bought it for her as a going away present. She had always told her that green set off her dark eyes. She even had shoes for it, but she had never worn it. Never had the need when she finally got here. Well, might as well break it in. If it still fit.

"Are sure it doesn't look tight? Cause it feels that way." Jena complained.

"Oh stop whining. You look fabulous. Why haven't you worn this before, on your other dates? Oh that's right… you've never had any. Cause you won't socialize and prefer cats." Sara glared at her.

Jena glared right back. "I have too had dates."

"You mean the two blind dates I set you up on?" Sara asked, knowing Jena's answer.

"Yes… your horrible at picking out good men" Jena told her to try and regain some of her pride.

Sara looked at her in that don't blame me for your social awkwardness kind of way and started filing her nails.

"So you never told me who your date is." Sara looked at her sideways from her chair and waited for her reply.

Jena started to feel nervous again. "Uh…I-It's C-C-Clark Kent." Jena forced the words to leave her mouth. She'd never said it out loud before. Probably because she had thought it would all turn into some dream. Some wonderful dream.

Sara just stared at Jena in silence for a moment. Then she started to burst at the seams. "That's why you always got those newspapers. You were reading about him. Why didn't I catch it?" She wondered aloud.

"Most likely because it's not uncommon for the average female to obsess about Superman." Jena told her to make her feel better.

"Well, you're not average, so I should have seen it coming." Sara retorted back sarcastically.

Jena looked at her in disbelief. She wasn't average? She's the epitome of average. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you're just so socially awkward." Sara said to her. Jena squinted her eyes. What a great friend.

Sara saw the squint and smiled. "Yes, you're socially awkward, but your also much more kind and caring than the average person. I mean… if your whole house burned down with all your things in it, the first thing on your mind would be your neighbors and the firefighters in the house. You don't ever think of yourself." Sara looked at her with wishful eyes.

"If I could be half the person you are…" She trailed off. Jena was astounded. Sara wished she could be more like her? Her?

"But…you're so perfect. Why? I mean…look at you!" Jena tried to understand. Sara had everything. She had actually just got a promotion and would soon have enough money to get out of this hell-hole.

Sara stood up angrily, "Looks!" She yelled. "Let me tell you something about looks Jena. Their nothing! Nothing! How many guys have I dated, jobs have I gotten, just because of the way I look. And everyone knows it. I get no respect at work and no respect from the men in my life. I'm more lonely than you'll ever know." Sara looked sadly at Jena. "This Clark guy really likes you. I haven't even met him and I know. The fact that he broke through your shy exterior and saw the real you shows me that. You have no idea what you have."

Jena didn't know what to say. So instead she just ran to her friend and hugged her as tightly as possible. "You are a great person Sara. And I know you're going to find a guy who's sees you like I do… wait that didn't sound right. I don't like you. I mean I do but not like that." Jena smiled up at her as she lightened the mood.

"Your impossible Jena." She grinned back, and then got serious. "Now. It's fifteen till seven, get your game face on."

"I don't even know how that applies to this situation, but okay." Sara was not helping. Clark was about to pick her up and Jena's nerves were ready to explode. She calmly sat down on her couch and took in a deep breath just as the door buzzed.

Jena looked quickly at the door and then at Sara whole pushed her towards the door. Jena pushed the intercom. "H-hello?" She said hesitantly.

"Jena? Hey, I'm sorry, am I early?" Clark asked her through the speaker. Jena peeked over at the clock hanging on the wall next to the door. It said six forty-seven. Eh, close enough.

"No, you're right on time. I'm on my way down." She ran down the stairs with Sara calling out something she didn't quite catch. He was waiting be the door as she exited.

She halted in her steps. He looked… gorgeous. It was the only word to describe him. He was in a dark blue dress suit with that red tie of his. He looked good in those colors. Then there was that smile. It looked different this time. And he was looking at her funny.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Jena started to freak out. She never liked to put on make, but Sara had forced her to wear just a little. Something about eye-catching. Whatever.

Clark widened his smile. "No, there's nothing on your face I was just looking at…you. You look beautiful Jena." His blue eyes sparkled as he gazed down upon her. "Are you ready?" He asked, offering her his arm. Jena slid her own arm through it.

"For anything" She smiled back.