sirentypedthis

hii! here are part 1 and part 2 if you haven't read them already!

enjoy!

word count: 1.521

no use of y/n

You've been waiting for an hour and half, sitting at a round table alone. You keep thinking that Clark will show up at any moment. He would not stand you up, right? He seemed excited yesterday when he asked you out and you accepted. The way he smiled, the way his shoulders relaxed with relief and yet… No, no, something must have happened. You check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time but nothing. Clark hasn't responded to any of your texts, he hasn't even seen them. Twenty minutes later, you’re still waiting. A long sigh escapes your lips and you stand up to leave, picking up your purse and you go and pay for what you ordered which was not a lot.

On your way back to your place, you write another text to Clark but delete before writing again and deleting once more. Maybe he’ll explain later, or not. He doesn't owe you anything, right? So why does this sting this much?

You arrive back at your apartment and go straight for the bathroom to remove the makeup, take a long hot shower and put your pajamas on. You think that maybe after all that and a good TV show you will feel better about the whole night but obviously that's not the case. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table and you practically jump from the couch to pick it up, thinking it might be Clark but it's just your sister.

Lois: How’s the paper going? Are you done yet?

You: Great. Almost.

Lois: Something’s wrong?

You: No, everything’s peachy.

Lois: You sure? If something happened you can tell me, you know?

You: Yup. Thanks.

Your phone lands on the table with a loud thud and you bring your knees to your chest as you focus on the TV screen. You know Lois will be asking you questions tomorrow, wanting to know what's wrong. She knows you better than anyone. Another notification pops up on your phone, you see Lois’ name and decide not to answer, you don't even read the text message. Just then there's a knock on your door, your brows furrow. You're not expecting anyone, it's getting late. It can only be Lois. How did she get here so fast, you think to yourself. You consider not answering but then, there’s another knock. You sigh and stand up, practically dragging yourself to the door. Another knock.

“Alright, alright! Hold your horses, Lois!” You say. “Jeez, you didn't have to…” You trail off, your eyes wide as you see Clark stand in your doorway. Your brows furrow again as you realize that he's here. You take in his state, disheveled hair, glasses slightly askew as if he just put them on and he’s breathing heavily. You see a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Did you run to get here?” You finally ask. Clark smiles sheepishly, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Yes. I’m sorry I didn't show up at the restaurant… I… Something came up and I couldn't…” he clears his throat and extends the flowers toward you. “I'm really sorry…” This time he almost whispers the words. You look down at the bouquet. Your favorite. Of course he remembers after you telling him only once and it was months ago. You take the bouquet and look up at him again.

“I’m sure it was important if you had to… cancelled.” You clear your own throat, trying not to show the hurt you felt when he didn't come.

“I should've sent you a text but I… I couldn't.” His gaze is on you, almost pleading. He obviously regrets not being able to come or warn you. “Can I come in and make it up to you?” His voice is soft even if he is moving his weight from one foot to the other, trying not to show how nervous he is. Part of you wants to say yes, because since he asked you out it's all you've been able to think about. And another part of you, because you've been hurt, wants to know why he didn't show up. Though you know Clark would have never done this on purpose.

So you smile at him and nod slowly before stepping back to let him in. Clark can't help but smile, his shoulders relaxing and he adjusts his glasses before entering.

“I can cook something.” Clark says as he turns to you, that boyish grin on his face. You can't help but chuckle softly as you walk to the kitchen, he follows you.

“You cook?” You ask, taking a vase to put the flowers in it.

“My Ma taught me a few things,” he shrugs and leans against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his pants. “But if you ate already…” He purses his lips together, still feeling guilty about not showing up. You turn to him and shake your head.

“No, I haven't eaten anything yet.”

Clark nods as he straightens up and enters the kitchen fully. “Well then… I'll be your chef tonight. I can't guarantee it’ll be good as it would've been at the restaurant but at least it's food. right?” He raises an eyebrow, smirking.

You laugh softly, feeling better already.

Later, you're both sitting at the island in your kitchen. Your plates are pushed aside after eating a simple meal, which surprisingly was really good.

“Well, your mom taught you well.” You say on a teasing note, elbow resting on the island and your hand supporting your chin as you look at Clark, smiling.

“I told you.” He chuckles softly. “I don't wanna brag but Ma’s cooking is the best.”

You let out a laugh. “Everyone says that about their mothers’ food!”

He shakes his head, smiling. “Yeah, probably.”

You're about to say something else when your phone buzzes but you don't pick it up.

“Aren't you gonna answer?” Clark asks softly, tilting his head to the side.

You shake your head and shrug. “Nah, it's just Lois. She's probably asking about the paper again. She wants to make sure I succeed, I guess.”

“Must be nice to have a sister like Lois.” he says and smiles slightly. You chuckle, almost to yourself as you look down at your empty plate. Clark’s brows furrow slightly. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say softly before meeting his eyes again. “Lois is a great sister. She is. It's just… She's too great, you know? She's good at everything she does and I admire her for that but… when people are used to greatness, they expect greatness. So when Lois was great at something, people expected me to be just as great as she was. They're still expecting it.”

Clark's eyes never leave you as you speak. “Is that why you chose to become a reporter too?” There's no judgement in his words, simple curiosity.

“No, not at all,” you smile. “I've always been looking for the truth, in everything. I want to know everything there is to know. Ridiculous, right?” you chuckle. “Obviously I can't know everything but I'm always trying to seek the truth, researching and investigating for the truth and good stories is a real thrill for me. I love everything about my job.”

Clark smiles, watching you talk about something you love warms his heart even though he doesn't say it.

“What?” You say softly as you notice his gaze on you. “Do I have something on my face? Between my teeth?” You straighten up and touch your face. Clark chuckles, seeming more relaxed than you've ever seen him at work. He gently reaches out and takes your hand in his. The warmth of his palm makes you shiver, the touch familiar.

“No, you have nothing on your face or between your teeth,” he smiles, his fingers squeezing yours gently. “You’re just…” He trails off, seeming to be at loss for words. “You're beautiful, that's all.” He lets out a long breath, as if he held it until he finally spoke those words.

A soft, shy smile appears on your lips at his words and you have to look away, feeling your cheeks burning. Seeing you like this only makes Clark smile even more, his thumb brushing your knuckles back and forth. He murmurs your name so softly that you look back at him and his smile is gone, there's an intensity in his eyes that you have never seen before. Without thinking, you gently cup his cheek with your free hand and leans into your touch. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you feel yourself leaning toward him and Clark meets you half way. The kiss is soft at first as you feel his arm wrapping around your waist, when you respond to the kiss he pulls you closer, your arms enfold around his neck before your fingers tangle in his hair at his nape. When you both pull back to breath, you look at him and he grins once again.