Clark Kent Imagines

Break Up, Make Up

"What the hell, Clark? Do you think I was born yesterday?" I yelled at him. "It's pretty obvious that Lois has a huge crush on Superman, and you do NOTHING about it?" We're in the middle of a heated fight. It started off as me voicing my concerns, but I guess we were both in a bad mood, so it may have escalated a little.

"I expect my girlfriend to have a little faith that I would not cheat!" He shot back.

"Well maybe I'd have a little more faith if you actually rejected her advances instead of enabling her!" I was so mad at him in that moment, that I couldn't see logic in that situation. It was all clouded by emotion.

"I can't have the whole world know Superman is unavailable. If people knew he was dating you, everyone would put two and two together and figure out I'm Clark Kent! I cannot have that happen." He yelled, getting increasingly more frustrated. 

"Well then, maybe neither of them should date me, if that's how you feel!" I yelled at him. I knew I would regret those words later on, but that moment was not the time to think about it. 

Clark opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  Instead, he stared at me in stunned silence for a while. "If that's what you want," he said in a serious and detached tone, "Then maybe you should just go."

"Fine." I answered. I didn't look at him once before grabbing my keys and making my way over to my car. I had honestly expected him to protest, to apologize, or to show any indication that he wanted me to stay. In retrospect, that seems quite selfish. 

I drove to the nearest hotel I could find. I decided to stay the night and decide what to do the next day. I ran myself a bubble bath as soon as I got to my room.

As I relaxed in the bubbles, I began to think about what had happened. And as I thought about the argument, I began to feel more and more guilty. I realized that Clark was right, I should have trusted him more. I was not about to deny my feelings about the matter, because they were completely valid. But I realized that I could have acted more maturely about it, instead of getting into a fight.

I rushed out of the bathtub and picked up my phone. I dialed Clark's number, and he picked up after three rings.

"Listen I really need to talk to you I–" I cut him off.

"Yeah, I need to talk to you too. Can you fly over here?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, of course, just tell me where you are." He said. I noted a hint of desperation in his voice, and that made me feel all the more guilty.

I gave him the name and address of the hotel, and then went to wait in the small balcony. I soon saw Clark's figure quickly flying towards me. I made some room on the balcony for him, and he quickly landed.

"Listen, Clark, I just wanted to apologize for–" I was cut off by him.

"No, no, I need to apologize. I acted immaturely. I shouldn't have started a fight. I just had a rough day at work and, well, I took it out on you. Please forgive me?" He said, grabbing onto my hands.

"Only if you can forgive me for bringing up my concerns in such a bad time. I should have waited, picked a time when we were both less stressed." Clark smiled, binging me closer to him and wrapping his arms around me.

"You never need to worry about Lois. I love you, and only you. No force in the universe could change that." He said, hugging me tighter. 

"I'm sorry, Clark." I said, holding back tears. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm just scared because I don't want to lose you. I love you too much." 

"It'll take a lot more work to get rid of me. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." He said jokingly. "I love you more than I could ever say, never forget that."

"I love you too Clark."