It's not an S // Superman

Chapter 4

"Come on Clark give a girl a break would you?" I shouted in exhausted exasperation from across the Kent's back yard. Clark having thrown a football in my direction whilst me, him and his Dad played catch, his Mom looking on amused. I mean sure Clark had a naturally strong arm and a great throw but this was ridiculous. Even when it didn't look like he was trying the ball was flying metres past me. I had no chance of catching it.

It was Jonathan Kent's birthday and yet another rare sunny day in Smallville. Being the nice people that they are the Kent's invited me over to join them. At first thinking about it I was happy that I could finally spend a Monday night with people and not be stuck at home on my own. But as the day progressed and I spent more time in their company I realised the subconscious reason I'd been looking forward to it since they'd asked me just 48 hours before. It meant I got to spend more time with a certain black haired, blue eyed boy.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago, especially with the amount of times I change schools that I would never let myself get too attached, not to anyone. I'd been here only 3 months and already that promise was broken. Not only had I let Clark in, told him practically everything about me. Not only had I accepted there was no way we couldn't be friends but now for the first time looking at him with a huge grin on his face across the yard I felt something, something you don't just feel for a friend.

"Ok, ok I'm sorry. I promise I won't try as hard next time," Clark responded, walking over to me and trying to stifle a laugh. I love it when he laughed. If only he did it more.

"You didn't look like you were trying that time," I moaned with a shake of the head, picking up the ball once we'd eventually reached it and handing it to Clark's Dad.

"I swear to god Clark, if I didn't know any better I'd think you could just drop that ball and it would shoot past me. I really don't get why you don't try out for the football team. You'd kill it there," the 3 of us walking back towards the house when Mrs Kent yelled the game was about to start on the TV.

"What do you think Mr Kent? Don't you think he'd be great?" I asked wondering why it had never come up in conversation before. Anyone could see how Clark was gifted with a ball.

"Clark's never been one for team sports, have you son?" The oldest Kent voiced locking eyes with Clark like there was a silent understanding about something between them. Maybe this was a touchy subject with them for some reason.

"Yeah you never know I could hurt someone, Lauren," Clark answered, shrugging it off with a mock air of confidence. Giving it the big I am. He was messing with me.

"Seriously Clark, you wouldn't hurt a fly," I laughed, ushering their border collie Shelby into the house alongside us.

During the game Clark and I sat on one couch and Mr and Mrs Kent sat on the other. I could have sworn that on more than one occasion during that pretty uneventful match I'd look over and catch one or both of them looking at us with inquisitive and somewhat unsure looks on their faces. What was going through their heads? Did they think there was something between me and Clark other than friends? They seemed to like me but maybe they thought I wasn't good enough for their son, at least in that regard. Clark seemed oblivious to it though. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy, not since I've known him anyway. The truth was I don't think I'd ever been that happy either, even with everything else going on. I was starting to feel like part of something bigger, something bigger than just me and my Dad.

Clark drove me home after the game finished. I mean it was still a school night. I didn't talk much though. I still had thoughts of his parents running through my head. Even though Clark was just a friend I wanted nothing more than for them to accept me. But with the way they reacted to me and Clark interacting and joking around with each other I wasn't so sure they did. Maybe just maybe I was reading way too much into it.