I'm about to head out and I got this quick idea to continue the story. I'm sorry it's so short, but I'll write more when I get time today. I love you Babes!

Bruce woke up the next morning to the late morning sun feeling great. Since it was the weekend he was able to sleep in later. A smile spread across his face and he slid his fingers softly over his lips as he remembered last night. It wasn't his first kiss, but it felt amazing. Suddenly, he heard a knock at his door and a familiar voice speak.

"Master Bruce, are you awake?"

"Yes Alfred, come right in" the teen answered as he sat up.

The middle age butler entered to room as he was told and gave Bruce a welcoming smile. He immediately sensed a hint of joy as he did last night and that made Alfred happy. "It really is nice to see you smiling again"

"Oh…" Bruce's grin faded slightly. He knew what his older friend was talking about. Even before his parents dumped him here he had been in a depressing state. They were never around and the people that did hang out with him only used him for his parents' money. SO it was the first time in a while that he gave an honest smile. "Well I think this place is growing on me."

"That is nice to hear." Alfred said "What would you like for breakfast today, sir?"

"Surprise me. I really don't care" Bruce replied with a stretch.

"Very well, sir. Come down when you are ready" With that he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Bruce got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. Before he hopped in the shower the mirror caught his attention when he turned his head he busted out laughing. His face still had drops of paint hiding in the corners of his hairline and inside his ears. Once he was all washed up and dressed he headed down the stairs to the breakfast table.

"Here you go, Master Bruce" Alfred set down a plate of hot cinnamon spiral waffles covered in syrup in front of him with scrambled eggs.

"Thank you, Alfred" Bruce smiled at him and dug in.

*I wonder if Clark's awake?* As soon as the thought came into his head he reached in his pocket for his phone. *It was 10:15 in the morning so maybe he's been up...Should I text or call him*

Without think Bruce started to call Clark's number and his stomach stopped.

"Thank you for breakfast, Mom" Clark smiled with his mouth full of food.

Clark and his parents were sitting at the table, enjoying each others' company as they ate.

"You are welcome, Sweetie. Don't talk with your mouth full it's rude." She said as she smiled back.

At that moment Clark heard his phone ring from his room. *Maybe that's Bruce*

"Excuse me!" He knew that it was a long shot, but he wasn't going to take the chance.

He didn't wait for his parents to ask what got him excited. He just zoomed up the stairs and into his room. He jumped on his bed, reached over to the end table, and answered the phone. "Hello?"

Before Bruce could end the call he heard a voice on the other side. His eyes widen and his heart rate increase.

*SAY SOMETHING! END THE CALL! DO SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!*

"Hello?" the voice said again.

He put the phone to his ear. "Clark?"

"Hey you called. Awesome!" Bruce could hear the cheerfulness in his voice.

"Yeah..well um….I wanted to be sure I had the right number"

*Really? That's all I got*

"Yeah it's correct…" Clark rolled on his back "So what's up?"

"Nothing just eating…you?"

"Same. Hey you want to do something later?"

"Yeah!" Bruce face palmed for sounding too eager. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well since you're new around town I could give you a private tour of the place and maybe we could hang at the park later?" Clark wasn't sure if he would agree with coming over, but he'll do anything to be able to get out of the house.

"Sounds great"

"Great!" He sat up on the bed and scratched the back of his head. "Cool. Do you know where the diner is? We could meet there at 12ish"

"I'll ask Alfred to drive me there"

"Who's Alfred?"

Right I never introduced him to Alfred. "Long story. I'll see you there"

"Okay. I'll see ya" Clark hung up the phone, leaving Bruce in disbelief.

*I'm actually going to hang out with someone for once. At least someone that doesn't seem to care about my money*

"Alfred, can you come in here real quick?" Bruce called out.

Alfred came through the swaying kitchen door as quick as he could. "Yes, Master Bruce?"

"Could you drive me to the diner this afternoon? I'm meeting a guy from school there"

"Certainly, sir"

Clark got off of the bed and placed his phone in his jean pocket as he headed back down stairs.

"What was that about?" His father asked as he leaned out to watch his son walk back down the hall.

"Sorry it was Bruce. He's the new guy that we gave a ride home"

"Oh yes he was a nice young man. How is he?"

"He's good. We are going to hang out later so I could show him around"

"Great we could drop you in town when we go grocery shopping" His father said before taking a bit of his pancakes.

"No dad I can ran there" Clark tried to convince them otherwise, but they wouldn't hear of it.

"Nonsense, Clark. Besides it would give us a chance to get to know the boy."

With a huff he agreed. "Fine"

The Kents drove up to the diner and as soon as they parked Clark exited the car. "Hey son, hold your horses"

"Seriously sweetheart slow down. He isn't here yet"

"Sorry Mom" He smiled at her apologetically

"Wait hold up is that him" Mr. Kent shifted his attention to the road where he say a fancy black car coming their way.

When the car parked Bruce exited the car and walked right up to them. "Hey Clark. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kent"

He extended his hand to shake theirs, which they happily took.

"Master Bruce, you forgot your phone" Alfred came out of the car and went up to Bruce to return his cell.

"Thank you, Alfred. OH! This is Alfred. He's my guardian/old family friend/butler. He looks out for me while my parents are away"

"Good to meet you, sir" Mr. Kent shook Alfred's hand and introduced his family to him.

"Where are your parents?" Mrs. Kent asked. Something about the situation alarmed her, but Clark didn't let her continue.

"MOM! Don't you and dad need to go to the story?"

"I wasn't trying to be rude..."

"No Martha, the boy's right. It's none of our business and it's not a question to ask someone we rarely know" Clark took a sigh of relief. He was glad his dad backed him up and that he stopped her before she started her own personal game of trivia.

He turned his attention to Clark now. "Your mother and I will leave you boys to it, then. We will be in the store for a bit if you need us."

"Okay, dad. Thanks for the ride." His parents got back in the car and Alfred took his leave as well.

"So…" Clark shrugged his shoulders, patted his thighs, and turned toward Bruce. "you hungry?"