Accidentally in Love

Chapter 7: Start Of Something New

😈Author's Note: Just imagine Clark as Troy and Oliver as Gabriella
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Sunlight in his eyes woke Clark up in the morning. He shifted slightly, freezing when he heard a moan next to him. Heart pounding, he turned to see where the sound came from and had to stop himself from screaming when he saw Oliver sleeping next to him. Glancing around the bedroom that was definitely not his, Clark frowned. It was gone just as quickly, the memories of the previous night returning to him.

He scanned Oliver’s head to make sure he was healed and much to his relief, he was. Making sure he didn’t wake the blonde, Clark moved and got out of the bed. Quite reluctantly, he slipped back into his t-shirt and jeans. What he really wanted to do was to stay in bed with Oliver all day. Oliver had felt so good in his arms and it was the best night sleep he had in a long time.

But he didn’t want to scare the blonde. Who knows what he would think if he woke up with Clark? At the same time, he didn’t want to leave either. Oliver had been slightly delirious the previous night and someone should be around to explain to him what happened.

'What would Oliver think?' That was what Clark was wondering as he made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t want to leave Oliver but he really wanted to get freshened up. Making a quick decision, he used the balcony and flew straight back to his apartment.

His bedroom window had the tiniest crack in it that only he could see so he slipped in. Taking a quick shower and changing his clothes felt good but he made sure that he hurried. He tuned in his hearing to Lois’s and Chloe’s bedrooms and was relieved to hear that they were still sleeping.

Just as easily and quietly as he slipped in, he left again, making his way back to Oliver’s penthouse. He entered through the balcony and his first stop was Oliver’s bedroom. Seeing he was still sleeping, Clark crept back toward the kitchen.

Once again, he silently thanked his mother for teaching him how to cook. Oliver’s kitchen was fully stocked. Figuring Oliver would be hungry when he woke up, he began to pick out ingredients to make pancakes. He mixed the batter while he thought of what he was going to say. Completely lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear footsteps approaching from behind him.

“Not only are you a hero, but a chef as well.” A voice said, breaking through his thoughts. He spun around to see Oliver grinning at him. “Is there an end to your talents?”

Clark laughed. “Good morning. I was just making breakfast.”

“Good morning,” Oliver responded. “I can see that . . .”

“You’re okay with pancakes?” Clark asked. Oliver nodded. He hesitated for a moment. “Cool . . . how are you feeling?

“I’m okay,” Oliver said. “A little tired and my wounds are still healing but other than that, I’m fine.”

That wasn’t the whole truth. Oliver was a little sore but the hardest part was waking up alone. When he woke up, he was hoping to see Clark lying next to him. But there was no one there and Oliver was worried that last night had just been a dream. The bruises proved that it hadn't though. But then where was Clark?

He had taken a huge risk in asking Clark to stay and had been pleased when Clark agreed. Waking up alone gave him the fear that Clark had felt sorry for him when he stayed and fled at the first opportunity. Disheartened, he forced himself out of bed and got ready.