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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her hazel eyes shined brightly in the dimmed room, defiance and challenge radiating from them, as she looked at the three men sitting opposite of her. “Drink up, boys.”
They all glared at her, “You first, Lane.”
She rolled her eyes. They did this almost weekly, and they still haven’t learned. She downed the three shots, closing her eyes, as the cool contents slithered down her throat. When she opened her eyes, she saw the looks of bewilderment plastered on their faces, and smirked.
One man, in his early twenties, downed the three shots, and had an expression of pure satisfaction etched on his rigid features before his eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the ground.
One down, two to go, she thought.
The second man, older and gruffer looking, downed the shots, and grinned from ear to ear before he turned green, and jetted from the table, obviously to go throw up.
That only leaves one more, she thought.
She looked over at the last man standing. Of course, it would be him, she thought. He downed the three shots, then smirked at her. “Is that the best you got?”
She glared at him.
“Is that fear of losing I sense on your beautiful face?”
“Oh, Wes, do you not know me at all? I don’t give up or do you not remember the first time we drank together?”
He growled softly at her. He obviously didn’t want to remember the splitting headache, and gash he was awarded from trying to kiss her. “Bring it on, Lo, because you, my friend, are going down!”
She smirked before calling out, her eyes never leaving his, “Hey, Billy! Three more shots each!”
“Lane, don’t you think you should stop?”
She looked over at him, smirking, “Oh, come on, live a little.” She saw the terrified look in his eyes, “Don’t tell me that your scared of the general. Have some fun, and pour the shots.”
He nodded, and begin pouring the shots.
“Don’t even think about it, soldier.”
She groaned, dropping her head into her hands, as her father’s gruff voice reverberated off the walls. He was always ruining her fun.
The men quickly stood, standing at attention, and averted their eyes from him.
Pansies! She thought.
“Now, does someone want to explain to me what is going on here?”
Silence.
He glared at all his men. “Get out of my sight! We have a meeting at 0500 sharp!”
All the men scurried out of the room, giving her sympathetic looks.
Wes started to get up, but the general placed his hand on his shoulder, “Wes, mind telling me why your drinking with my underage daughter? Especially when your barely legal?”
He paled.
“Leave him alone. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Really? Then why is he the one drinking with you?
She stood up, facing her father head on, “Because I challenged him to do it! Come on, daddy, we were just having a little fun.”
He scowled at her before turning towards Wes, “We don’t have time for fun. At ease, soldier.”
He quickly rushed out of the room.
She growled, “Why do you always have to ruin everything?”
He glared. “Don’t get smart with me, Lois.”
She was about to retort, but he grabbed her arm, and forcefully pulled her outside.
“OWW!” She ripped her arm out of his grasp, rubbing the soreness away. “What the hell was that for?”
He ignored that. “What do you think you’re doing? I don’t have time for this! I spend all day watching over my men, I can’t add you to that list.”
“What a shocker? You’d rather be a general to your men than a father to your own daughter!”
“I don’t have time for civilian chivalries. I have a job to do, men to protect, and a world to save. You know what my job entails, Lo.”
“Yeah, which means more to you than being a father!”
He growled at her, “I don’t have time to watch over you.”
“I don’t need to be watched over!”
“Really? I think otherwise.”
“But you won’t,” She whispered. The alcohol making her say things, she always thought of saying, but never had before.
“What was that?”
She rolled her eyes, “Nothing, general. Are we done here?”
He glared. “Not even close. Now, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“It’s called having fun, you should try it some time.”
“Don’t get smart with me. You need to buck up, and start acting your age!”
She scoffed, “What? Like a rebellious, defiant teenager? That is what I’m doing!”
“I’ve raised you better than this.”
She wanted to laugh at that absurd statement, knowing he didn’t raise her at all, and glared at the man. “You didn’t raise me at all! I raised myself! Or did you forget how you tossed both me and Lucy to the side after mom died!”
“Don’t bring your mother into this!”
She smirked, “What, dad? Can’t face the facts? Are you pissed that I’m drinking or that you can’t control me anymore?”
He stood his ground, “I will send you to military school, if you don’t stop acting like an immature five-year old!”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Don’t test me, Lois. I will not hesitate to send you away just like Lucy.”
She gaped at her father, “You what? You told me you sent her away for a better education because she was smart!”
“She was six, Lois, how smart could she have really been? I couldn’t afford to watch over both of you.”
She glared. “Then send me away! It’s what you do best! You send your men on missions, not really caring if they come back. You send Lucy away, and now your threatening to do the same to me. Do it! I dare you! Send your only daughter away!”
He glared. “Drop the attitude, Lo. One more outburst, and you’re off to military school, is that clear?”
She felt a million and one barbs on her tongue, but he quickly turned away from her, stopping her from saying anything more. She glared at him, burning imaginary holes into the back of his head, as he walked away.
Nope! No way in hell!
She stormed off to her room, not even acknowledging the soldiers passing her smiles and reassuring looks, she was too pissed off to care.
She wasn’t going to be subjected to his scrutiny any longer! If he wanted her gone, then she would be gone. It might not be what he had in mind, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to military school. No way in hell! He would have to find her first.
She started throwing her things into a duffel bag. She was leaving. She didn’t know where she was going, but as long as it wasn’t here, stuck under his thumb.
As she packed her things, rushing from her bathroom back to the bedroom, her best friend, Cassie walked into the room. “Where’s the fire, Lo?”
She ignored her.
Cassie grabbed her shoulders, making her stop, “Lois, seriously, what’s going on?”
“I’m leaving.”
She let go of her shoulders, “What? Why?”
She continued packing her things, “I’m done. I’m done with the general.”
“Your father?”
She stopped and looked at her best friend, “He is not my father. We might be related by blood, but I’m just a soldier to him, not his daughter.”
“Lo, you need to think about this! Is this because he caught you drinking? That’s not the first time, and we both know that it won’t be the last.”
“He threatened to send me to military school, can you believe that? I won’t let that happen. He wants me gone, so, I’ll be gone.”
Cassie watched, sadly, as she finished packing her things. “There’s no changing your mind, is there?”
She saw the hurt and sadness in her eyes, “No, I’m sorry, Cas. I love you, but I can’t stay here.”
“You know he will look for you.”
She nodded. “Look, there is something I need you to do. He will come to you first, he knows we are close, so…” She trailed off.
“I won’t say anything.”
She smiled, “You sure you can handle the Lane interrogation?”
“I’m your best friend, or am I not?”
She laughed before pulling her into a hug, “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
Later that night, after everyone was sleeping, she crept over to her car, and drove away from the base. She didn’t know where she was going, but she couldn’t stay here any longer. She knew he would find her, and probably ship her off to military school, but at least she could be free…for now. She accelerated her speed, wanting to get further and further away from her father, and never looked back.
Kal grinned from ear to ear, as he walked down the darkened streets of Metropolis. He breathed in the smoggy air, and felt the cool air brushing across his skin. Life was great!
As he turned the corner, he saw the throng of people waiting in line to get entrance into the best club in Metropolis. Atlantis. He walked past them all, nodded at Mike, the bouncer, and walked right in.
He smirked, as he heard the protests from the people behind him, and thought, only if they knew.
He loved this feeling. He relished in it. He loved being able to do whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and there was no one that could stop him. They could try, he thought, but they wouldn’t succeed.
He walked past the dancing crowd, and took his seat at the bar. This seat was always open, it was like it had an imaginary sign reading ‘Reserved for Kal’.
“Yo, Toni! I’ll take a double!”
Toni, the bartender, who worked here every night looked up at him, and smiled. “Well, if it isn’t Kal himself. I was wondering where my favorite customer was.”
He took his shot.
“So, why are you late? You know, I’ve gotten used to your nightly chats. I was wondering when you would greet us with your presence.”
“I was…preoccupied.”
“Yeah I bet. Let me guess, a tall beautiful dame caught your attention?”
He nodded.
He placed his hands on his chest, feigning hurt. “I thought I meant more to you. I’m hurt, Kal.”
He grinned, “Oh, I’m sorry to hurt your feelings, but when the ladies call, I come.”
“Don’t I know it. So, tell me, where is this beautiful woman?”
He smirked, “What woman? You know me, I got what I wanted, now I’m here, ready to have some fun.”
He poured him another shot. He downed it before smirking. “So, what do you have for me tonight?”
He searched the crowds, “Well, let’s see, we have blondes, red heads, brunettes. What would you prefer? There’s a whole menu tonight.”
He shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t really care, as long as he filled his nightly quota.
“I think you’re on someone’s menu tonight.” He nodded his head, and Kal turned to see a table across the room. Three beautiful blondes were laughing and giggling as they stole glances at him. Mhmm, they were quite beautiful, he thought.
He turned back around.
“What? Not interested? Your failing, my friend. Why not go over there, and work your magic?”
He grinned, pointing to his glass. “Why should I? It’s not like they don’t like what they see, besides the woman come to me, not the other way around.”
He took his shot. “But, you can send them a bottle of your most expensive drink.”
“Which girl?”
He looked back over at them, eyeing them all. “Just put it on the table, and let’s watch the cat fight start. It doesn’t matter, because I’ll be dancing with every one of them before the night ends.”
He did so. “You know, your one cocky son of a bitch?”
“Yeah, that is true, but it works for me, does it not?”
He shook his head, “I don’t know how you do it, but you do, and I envy you for that.”
He grinned. He supposed, that the men would envy him, he had the woman here wrapped around his fingers.
“Well, your plan seemed to work. Here’s one now. Good luck.”
“Don’t need it.” He grinned, as he waited, and felt her presence behind him before she softly trailed her hand down his arm.
He looked down at her hand then up to her face. “What can I do for you, beautiful?”
She showed the bottle, setting it down on the counter. “How about a drink?”
He poured them shots, and they took them. He turned towards her, and swept his eyes up and down her slender body. Grinning at what he saw. She sure was scrumptious.
She wrapped her hands around his arms. “Like what you see?”
He looked up at her. “Mhmm. You know it, baby.”
She moved closer to him, her body only inches away from his. God, he loved woman, and they seemed to love him, and he just ate up the attention they gave him. It was a major edge to his growing ego. “So, sexy, now that you have me, what do you plan on doing?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Mind sharing?”
“I think I’ll just show you.” She trailed her hands up his arms, down his chest, and rested them on his abdomen. “God. You sooo muscular. Do you work out, handsome?”
He stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Every night. Every night, he heard that line, and it was getting old. Did they seriously think that worked? Sure, it boosted a man’s ego, but for him, it just irritated him. He gripped her waist, yanking her closer to him. “Yeah…something like that.”
She leaned close to him, practically purring in his ear before gently biting his lobe, “How about a dance?”
“Whatever the lady wants.”
He dragged her to the dancefloor, the upbeat music ringing in his ears, and pulled her close to his body. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, enjoying the feel of her body against his, and grinned when she wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. Their bodies moved in sync to the music.
As they danced, she slowly rubbed her backside against him, making him bite back a groan. He gripped her hips, pushing her harder against him, making her moan. He grinned. He loved it when they did that, god, they were so easy. He moved her hair to one side, before he kissed, bit, and licked her neck. She moaned again before pushing back against him again. He growled. “You’re being very, very bad.”
She twisted her head to look up at him, “Only for you.”
They continued dancing, their hips moving in time to the beat of the music.
As the song was coming to an end, he noticed a tall, beautiful red-haired woman standing at the bar. His eyes took her in. She was beautiful, by herself, and his next victim. He looked down at the girl in his arms. He danced with her, now he was bored with her. He untangled himself from her, “Thanks for the dance, love.” And walked away, ignoring her protests.
He walked with absolute confidence towards the beautiful woman. The night was still young, and he was only getting started.
A few hours later, he was sitting at the bar downing another shot. He had already danced with several woman, all wanting him to take them home, but before they could have asked he walked away. He wasn’t looking for one-night stands. Of course, sex with a beautiful woman was intriguing, but he knew they would expect more than he was willing to grant. Woman were emotional rollercoasters, and no way in hell was he going to get caught in one of their traps.
He took another shot. He didn’t really understand why he kept drinking, it’s not like it affected him. He glanced down at the red ring, and supposed, that the red now running through his veins just made everything so, so much more fun.
“Aw, don’t tell me that your done already?”
He mock glared. “What do you take me for, Toni? The night is still young, trust me, I’m not even close to being done. I have my eyes on plenty more woman, who need to be swept off their feet.”
He stared at him, curiously, causing Kal to glare at the man. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just, well, I’m just curious about something.”
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you ever take the woman home with you? I mean, I understand you not wanting them to get attached, but why not have a good lay, and throw em out?”
“Does your wife know you talk like that?”
“Shut up!”
He tilted his head, “Why though? You know as well as I do, that if you asked, they would come running after you like a dog in heat.”
He smirked, “They already do that.”
“Your deflecting, Kal.” He was thoughtful for a few seconds, “You know what I think?”
“No, but you’re going to tell me.”
He ignored that sarcastic barb. “I think you have or had a girl back home, and you feel guilty about taking them home so, you don’t.”
He laughed, a laugh full of coldness. “There is no girl. There will never be a girl. I don’t have time for romance, my friend. I just want to have fun, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”
“What’s so wrong about having a beautiful girl to come home to?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “There isn’t, but that’s just not me. Besides, this is rich coming from the guy who has a lady waiting for him at home.” He smirked. “And I’ve seen your girl, and what a girl she is.”
He glared, which caused Kal to throw up his hands in surrender. “I’m just not interested in the whole falling in love with the first beautiful girl that shows me interest, trust me, I’ve been down that road before.”
His brows rose in query, but didn’t comment on that. “Your incorrigible, you know that?”
“Face it, Toni. Your nights would be, oh, so lonely without me around to bug you every night.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you are right about that. Just don’t go disappearing on me now. I look up to our nightly chats.”
“Well, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
He grinned, shaking his head before walking away to serve other customers, who were getting antsy at the way he kept pouring Kal more shots. It sucks to be them, he thought. He downed the shot, closing his eyes, as the contents spilled down his throat. He groaned, as he heard a familiar voice from behind him. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”
One week. He lasted one, long, blissful week before his old life came crashing into his new and improved one. He slowly spun around, facing none other than, Pete Ross. “Why am I not surprised?” He looked around, looking for other party crashers, “I figured the cavalry would send you, but I am quite shocked not to see the old man himself.” He smirked. “Was he too scared? So, he sent you instead?”
He shook his head, at his friend’s words. He really was different while on this stuff. “Clark, I’ve been looking for you for a week, and what do I find? You, partying it up? Women? Alcohol? Really?”
He smirked, as he looked around the club. “Oh? This? It’s called having fun. You know what fun is right? Oh…wait, you wouldn’t because your too busy being stuck in Nowheresville.”
“Nowheresville? Seriously? Smallville is your home.”
He laughed. “Home? Your joking, right? I don’t have a home.”
“You’re not acting yourself. You know, deep inside, that Smallville is your home.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “On the contrary, my friend. You see, I’ve never felt more like myself. Smallville is so…small, and pathetic. Just like the people that live there.”
He recoiled back from his words, but stood his ground, he knew he was just trying to get under his skin. “And Metropolis?”
He sighed. “Hmm. Metropolis. Metropolis is…great. It’s big, the air is refreshing, and the people mind their own damn business. I can see a future here.”
“Your future, huh? Well, it’s a good thing that this is the present because you’re not ready for the big city.”
He growled. “You think you know me? You don’t! No one does!”
“Clark, it’s time for you to go back to your life.”
“My life? What? You mean, living on a farm? Doing chores? Going to school? That isn’t a life. This is my new life, and I plan to enjoy every second of it.”
“Doing what? Hitting on women? Drinking? That isn’t a life. Having friends, family, and loved ones with you is a life, not this.”
He stood up, clearly trying to ignore him.
“Come on, Clark. Just go home to your family. We all miss you.”
He scoffed, “Yeah right. I don’t have a family, not anymore, actually I never did.”
“What the hell are you taking about?”
“You don’t get it, do you? I’ve never had a family. I had people who took care of the alien they found in a cornfield!”
“Clark! What the hell is your problem, man?”
He smirked. “Problem? I don’t have one, but if you don’t stop pestering me than we are definitely going to have a problem.”
“Never gonna happen.”
He ignored him, and started walking away, but was stopped by his hand wrapped around his arm. He glared down at his hand. “Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me.”
He released him. “Just come home.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. You see, I love my life now. I love Metropolis. I love the women, oh, the woman, they are sooo exquisite. I’m not going anywhere.”
“This isn’t you talking, it’s the red meteor rock. It’s making you say things, do things you would never do.”
He sneered. “But I’ve thought about it, and you know that. You know, the good thing about this is that I can do the things and say the things that I really, really want to say or do.”
“Just take the damn ring off! You’ll feel better afterwards, and we can deal with everything…together.”
He lifted his hand, waving the ring on his finger in his face. “You mean this? I put this on myself so, yeah, it’s not going anywhere. It makes me feel alive. It makes me feel like I can have anything I want.”
“You mean stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from ATMS?”
He glared. “How do you know about that?”
“This is Metropolis, news hits faster that you could blink.”
He grinned, “Well, it’s good that I can blink pretty fast. Now, if you excuse me…I was in the middle of something.”
“Oh, were not done yet.” He grabbed his arm, stopping him again.
He turned towards him, “Oh I think we are.”
He tightened his hold on his arm, which Kal quickly shook off. “I don’t think your hearing me. I’m not going anywhere! Smallville is my past, it means nothing to me!”
He took a step back. “What about your family, your friends, your girl?”
He scoffed. “Like I said they are all part of my past. It’s time I move onto bigger and better things.”
“Like what? Women and alcohol?”
He smirked. “Damn straight.”
“This is ridiculous!” He reached for the ring, but Kal pulled his hand away.
“You didn’t just do that.”
He sighed. “Look, I get it, okay? Your blaming yourself for what happened, but it’s time to go home.”
He growled, impatiently, “No.” He started to walk away again, but Pete grabbed him again. He twirled around. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” He leaned in close, “Or do I need to remind you who has the upper hand here?”
“Oh, get over yourself. Yeah, your strong, but you won’t hurt me.”
He smirked, “You sure about that?”
He stood tall, not taking his bait. “Clark, just come home. Your parents miss you.”
He scoffed. “What parents? My parents died a long time ago on Krypton.”
“Clark!”
He looked around, “What? Worried someone might over hear?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? I’m tired of living in secrets so, if someone finds out, good for them.”
He sighed. “What about Chloe? What about me? We miss you!”
“Yeah right. Now that I’m out of the picture, you can have Chloe all to yourself. That’s what you want right?” He smirked. “She is pretty, but she just never did it for me, and never will.”
He felt the anger boiling inside of him, but decided to change tactics. “What about Lana?”
He laughed, his head tipping back. “Lana? Seriously? Did you think that was going to work? She’s a tease. You know, we kissed, right? Then she backpaddled. That girl messes with a guy’s head so, no, not even she will make me come back.”
“Clark this isn’t like you. Please, please, just come with me.”
“No.”
“Cl—”
“Kal! My name is Kal! Clark Kent is dead!”
He sighed. “I’m done arguing with you. You’re coming with me whether you want to or not.”
He stepped towards him, looming over him. “Yeah? You and what army?”
He touched the lead case in his pocket. He really hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it seemed to be the only way. He opened the box in his pocket.
Kal felt his stomach churning in immediate pain. He crumpled over in agony. He knew what that was. Kryptonite. “P-Pete! What are you-you doing?”
He took the rock out of his pocket, and shoved it into Clark’s. “What I have to.”
The pain ripped through his body. He could feel his insides churning, his heart hammered in his chest, and his body felt weak. He fell to the ground, groaning. Pete pulled him up, dragging him outside, and tossed him to the ground.
Kal rolled onto his back, holding his stomach. He looked up at Pete, pleading in his eyes. “P-pl-please! Please, d-d-don’t do this!”
He knelt down beside him, and took the lead case from his pocket. “I have to do this. It’s the only way.”
“Pl-please. S-s-st-stop!” He continued to plead.
He closed his eyes, hating hearing his friend in so much pain. He grabbed his hand, and placed it on the ground.
Kal watched, in horror, as he lifted the lead case high above his head, and knew what he was going to do. “N-No! P-please! I’m beg…begging you! Y-you d-don’t under…understand! I-I ca-can’t go…go back. P-Pete, please! S-s-stop! D-don’t do this!”
He ignored his pleading. He knew that once the ring was gone, everything would be okay. He would get his best friend back, and he would come home. “I’m sorry, Clark.” He slammed the lead case down onto Clark’s hand, shattering the red rock into millions of pieces.
“NOOOO!” He screamed, as he felt the red kryptonite leave his veins, and his world came crashing down around him. “No. No. NOOO!” He screamed, as memories of everything came rushing back to him. His pain. His guilt. Everything he has done. It all come rushing to him, wave after wave, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Pete grabbed the kryptonite from his pocket, and put it away. He lifted Clark up, and started walking him towards his truck. Clark felt the strength return to his body, and forcefully pushed him away.
“No.”
Pete stared at him, “Clark?”
He took a few steps back. He stared at the ground, everything was hitting him at once, and it was so, so painful. How could he do those things? Why did he have to destroy the ship? He killed his unborn baby brother or sister! He remembered everything he did while on red kryptonite, and wished he could just go back under that protection. It made him feel better. It made him forget. Why did Pete do this to him?
“What have you done?” He whispered.
“What?”
He looked up, venom laced in his voice, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”
He staggered back. He was not expecting this. He knew he would feel pain, but anger? That was unexpected. “Clark, it’s going to be okay.”
“Okay?” He laughed, coldness in his tone. “No. No, it’s not. Why didn’t you listen to me, Pete? Why couldn’t you just leave well enough alone?”
He stared at him, dumfounded, “What are you talking about?”
He glared at him. “I begged you. I begged you not to do that, but you didn’t listen. I was fine. I was doing just fine. Why? Why did you do this?”
“If you’re talking about destroying the red meteor rock, then that was the best thing I have ever done! It controls you! You need to be with your friends and family, not that stupid rock!”
He glared at him. He had nothing. At least with the rock, he felt alive, and now he was dead. He was dead inside. He was miserable. He was in pain. He felt guilty. He felt like nothing mattered anymore.
“I’m taking you home.”
He stepped away from him. “No.”
No?”
“You don’t get it. I don’t have a home.”
He looked up at him. “Why? Why did you do this to me?”
“I did it to save you. You weren’t yourself. You need to come with me.”
He stepped back. “No.”
“What?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Pete sighed, “Look, man, your upset, I get it, but now that, that rock is gone, you can come back to your family.”
He looked up at him, pure menace in his eyes. “I WANTED THIS! I NEEDED THIS! YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!” He screamed. His heart was pounding, the tears rolled down his face, and his breathing was harsh and rapid.
He stumbled back, at the pure menace in his voice. It was like he was still on red kryptonite, but he knew that wasn’t true. He knew he was in pain, but he didn’t think it was this bad. “Clark, please, your family and friends miss you. I did this so, you would come home.”
He shook his head, “They don’t need me. I’m a disgrace. My parents, Chloe, Lana, you, you’re all better off without me.”
He started to walk away. Pete quickly followed him. “Clark! Wait! Please, don’t do this. Just come home.”
He crawled onto his motorcycle, and revved the engine. “No. I’m not going back. I’m never coming back. It’s too painful.”
Pete saw there was no convincing him otherwise. “Where are you going to go?”
He looked up at his best friend, one last time. “I-I don’t know. I’m leaving Metropolis. I’m leaving Kansas, and I won’t be coming back.”
“Please! Please don’t do this! We need you! I need you!”
He softly smiled, strained, but a smile. “You’ll be okay. Tell Chloe that I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “T-tell my parents—tell them that I-I love them, okay?”
He nodded. “What about Lana?”
He shook his head, thoughts of her consuming his mind. Kal was right about one thing, she really was a tease. He liked her, of course, who wouldn’t like a pretty slender brunette? But did he love her? He didn’t know, and he really didn’t care.
“Tell her whatever you want. I really don’t care.”
He shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I just don’t care anymore. I ca-can’t. It’s too painful to think about. My parents, Chloe, Lana…you. I just can’t, okay?”
Pete didn’t want to believe those words, but knew he meant every single one of them. His best friend was gone. The pain and guilt consuming him changed him, and he wasn’t sure he would ever get him back.
“Please! Please, think about this!”
“I have. This is best for everyone. I just ca-can’t—I can’t go back. I’m sorry.”
The hot, sticky tears poured down his cheeks. “Goodbye, Pete.” And with that he drove away. He didn’t know where he was going, but he needed to get as far away from Metropolis—from Kansas as he could.
Pete watched him, solemnly, as he drove off into the night, disappearing from his sight. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He promised Mr. Kent that he would bring his son home, but he only managed to push him even further away. He supposed, that he could try again—try to convince him to come home, but what was the point? He would only be hurting himself and Clark even more. It was obvious that he was suffering. His once, happy and loving best friend was now lost and broken, how was he supposed to fix that? He couldn’t. Clark would heal, on his own, and he hoped that one day he would come home. How could he tell the Kent’s that Clark, even free from the kryptonite refused to come home to his family? To his friends? They were in so much pain, especially now, and now they would be in even more. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but he knew one thing for sure, life would never be the same without his best friend.
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