heart of steel. (Clark Kent/Superman)

chapter four.

"The aim of life is to live, and to live is to be aware.
Joyously, drunkenly, serenely, beautifully aware."

Waking up the next morning was a pain, but I did it.

Or should I say Cheyney banged on my door until I got up to kill her?

Yeah, I like my explanation better.

Usually I would sleep until she found some way to pick my lock and get in, but when she screamed choruses of McDonald's, I arose.

Currently, we were just chilling at the island in my kitchen, I on a stool and her slouched against my counter top. I had just filled her in on me bumping into Clark yesterday, and how we'd stayed up all night texting and on the phone, which explained why I felt extra dead this morning. Letting out a slight burp,if finished my story and left Chey to get ready for the day.

Sporting a white long sleeve tucked into a black mini skirt, I slid on my black pumps. Once I grabbed my leather jacket, I was ready to go. Cheyney had on an outfit similar to mine, but she had a black long sleeve, with a long, salmon coloured skirt, and black pumps.

Once we were out of my apartment, we entered Cheyney's mint coloured VW Beetle.

"I'm really happy you have a car; I'm so tired of walking." I groan my appreciation, causing her to giggle. I turn to her. "I'm serious, Chey. My legs my look fabulous, but they hurt like hell."

"Didn't you run track in high school and college? How does walking three blocks hurt that bad?" She raised an eyebrow, a smirk blatantly mocking me on her face.

"That was two years ago. Since then I have ate McDonald's and Jorge's Mexicano Cuisines every night. See the problem there?" I complained loudly.

"Well, maybe if you stopped eating greasy fast food and at one of my vegetarian cuisines, you'd be more fit," She chuckled, glancing my way. "The thing is, your metabolism is high, so you don't seem unhealthy. You just are."

Slapping her arm, I turned to look out my window. As we drove towards World Gazette, I watched the men and women walking down the street and--

And then I saw Clark.

"Stop the car. Stop the car, Chey," I yelled frantically. I sww her look st me in pritest, but before she could speak, I boomed, "Stop the damned car!"

At that she slowed, and pulled to the curb. I hopped out of the small volks wagon before it was even completely stopped, and then I was jogging after him.

"Clark! Clark!" With everyone's eyes on me, I shoved my way through crowded Main Street 's busy sidewalk. After pushing through a couple more people, I saw him. He was twisting around, trying to figure out where his name was being yelled from. Once he spotted me, a smile grew on his face, and he waved.

Reaching him, I struggled to catch my breath. Boy, was I out of shape.

"McKinley! Hey, are you alright?" His smile fell as he saw me struggling to do the things humans were supposed to be able to do best: breath, and stand up straight.