clana

Clark walked through the doors of Met U. He rarely came here anymore, only if he really had too. Since his break-up with Lana and her getting together with Lex, he rarely went anywhere. Today was a different story. His best friend, Chloe, had asked him to come over. She probably needed his help with some article, o she needed some manual labor done.

He walked down the once familiar corridor and knocked on a door. He usually avoided coming to Chloe’s dorm room, as she shared it with Lana, but this time, Chloe had promised she’d be there.

Eventually, Chloe answered the door. She quickly put...

I give her everything she would desire, I have all the luxury, but it seems it’s never enough. Everyday when I look at her, hold her, I always see a part of her that isn’t truly there. That part is always with Clark. She’ll always Amore him, and she still does.

Sometimes I wonder if she truly does Amore me, o if I’m just the rebound guy. Sometimes I can see in her eyes the regret. Sometimes when I hold her, she’ll close her eyes for a moment; when she opens them and sees me…I can tell it wasn’t me she was thinking of.

I don’t know how he does it. Clark always has everything I ever...

Clark Kent pushed his floppy hair back away from his piercing blue eyes and pushed open the door of Lana’s bedroom. The minuto he walked in, he could hear her gentle breathing and he realized that she was asleep. In a way, he was relieved.
Whenever she talked to him—or even just looked at him—he got this strange feeling in his stomach and he wasn’t himself.

Clark went closer and pulled up a chair from her desk, sitting it beside her head, and then sat down. He tilted his head down so that he was looking straight at her.

She was beautiful.

Her brown hair was stuck around her face and framed...

“Uh…Lana,” Chloe waved a hand in front of her face. Lana twitched. Heh. Back to reality. “Oh…yeah…” she blushed and tried to cover it up using her hands, but Chloe saw.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing, Chloe.”

Lana grew quiet. Chloe had been talking to her about shopping for the senior prom night. Relief came over Lana. Nice going, Lana. Now Chloe thinks something going on. Well, at least I wasn’t recitazione it out. WHO CARES? Lana’s thoughts whirled around her head violently.

Chloe stared at Lana and detto quietly, “Does this have anything to do with Clark?”...