(A/N: Sooo, this one is kind of long too *Shrug* Enjoy the dance up top!)
🏃Clark's POV🏃
I sat down on the living room couch, lunch eaten, clothes on, and ready to leave. Then, a loud thundering knock boomed through the house.
I went to call Ethan to open the door, but he had already left for work hours ago. I was alone. With whoever was on the other side of that door.
I sat up slowly, careful to keep as silent as possible, and walked over to the door. My bare feet were silent as they stepped over the tiled floor, but I wouldn’t have been able to hear the sound they made over the intermittent pounding against my front door.
Bam Bam
Bam Bam
Bam Bam
Bam-
I threw the door open, clenching every muscle in my body in preparation for whoever I would see.
My eyes, which had closed on their own, had to be opened back up again. When they did, I met a widely smiling face.
“Jasmine.” I sighed, my body relaxing almost instantaneously. “I’m glad that it was you. You really scared me, knocking like that.” Jasmine grinned with a slightly confused look.
“Clark, who else would I even be?” Jasmine asked while I went to slip on my shoes. Jasmine didn’t even need to see me tense up before she realized. “Oh . . . ”
The two of us were silent while I finished pulling on my shoes. Jasmine stood just inside the doorway awkwardly and had somehow forgotten to close the door.
“It wasn’t that hard.” Jasmine mumbled under her breath childishly. I chuckled and stood up from my kneeling position on the ground.
“Jasmine you sounded like a police officer looking for a heroin dealer.” I told her with mirth coating my tone. “No, worse than an officer. An FBI agent. Maybe a SWAT team if those guys even knock.”
Jasmine laughed loudly and lightly pushed my shoulder.
“I should have just had you meet me at a train station, I don’t deserve this abuse.” She chuckled while throwing her right arm over her shoulder.
It was a short walk to the train station, and in less than half an hour, the two of us were on a train and making our way downtown -hehe he- to get to their university. Mason and Mark’s university.
On the way to the university, the two of us tried to catch up with each other, talking and laughing and sharing story after story. We attempted to be quiet but we still ended up being one of the noisier pairs on the transit.
We barely noticed the time flying by and almost missed our stop. But, we didn’t get lost, and eventually, we arrived at the university.
Stepping up to the campus, Jasmine and I found ourselves gawking at its large appearance.
“These two really came for the education, huh?” I muttered, still focused on the large building and the even larger amount of space surrounding it. Jasmine giggled at my words before grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
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The sound of laughter, chatter, and a whole lot of “young adults” boomed through my ears. The volume seemed to be high yet I knew that it would only get louder when the main event started.We were all walking on the upper level surrounding the lowered stage. Mason had mentioned it to us before we arrived.
The stage was used for many musical events and some gatherings because of its huge size and large amount of seating. But, looking at all the students here, I doubted that it would fit all of us. And judging by the blankets and fold up chairs that were placed on the grass closest to the actual seating, I wasn’t the only one.

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Running From Him (ManxMan) ✔️
Teen FictionClark Robinson is your average, gay, small-town boy. With happily married parents, great friends, and a comfortable existence as a well-liked kid in his town, his life seems normal, almost perfect. That is until someone takes a deep interest in him...