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Clark Kent, you older brothers best friend and your secret crush takes you to go see linkin park
Notes: I wrote this for a lovely new mutual @justalovelyblackgf Thank you so much for my first ask, here's to many more :))).
“Hey (Y/N),” Your favorite tall and handsome older brother’s best friend asks you, “I was wondering something.”
You look at him quizzically “What?”
“I don’t know what it is but, it just surprises me that one of the prettiest girls I know has never dated,” he joked. Your cheeks heat up, you remember before that during a game of truth or dare you tell your class you never dated. There wasn’t really a chance to, you lived in the middle of nowhere smallville. Your choices were slim to none and when you’re black your dating pool is that much smaller.
“Well I mean it’s like no big deal, I plan on dating when I’m twenty-five,” you answered honestly,
“That’s a real shame because I have two great front row tickets to go see linkin park.”
You immediately start gushing “OH MY GOD, Clark how did you get these,” “I had a little help.” He winks.
Clark is an all america salt of the earth good boy, but for whatever reason he was still a complete mystery to you. Maybe it was the allure of him being Pete’s best friend. But his kindness was certainly known to you. When you had sprained your ankle in p.e he carried you to the nurses office. When you wanted to join a club he welcomed you into the journalism club. He has the most beautiful eyes and gorgeous lips that you just wanna- wait you're getting a bit ahead of yourself.
“I’ll pick you up around six, That ok?” he cocks his head to the side when he asks you, looking sweet as ever.
“It’s a date.” you smile sweetly,
~You're getting ready (sorry I didn’t have a good transition for this)
You popped in your Destiny’s Child cd and started your I’m going on a date with the hottest guy I know outfit and makeup. But it’s linkin park so you wear a super cute navy blue baby tee with gray sleeves and some low rise flares, some midi gold hoops and a small gold necklace to go with it.
“Y/N He’s outside.” Pete yells at you.
“Oh my gosh!”,You mumble under your breath. Then you yell “TELL HIM I’M NOT FINISHED”.
“That’s a shame because you look perfect to me. What else could you do?” he leans against the doorframe, shyly eyeing you.
“Oh God, h-hey clark,” You were spooked by him. “C’mon tiger, let’s go.” he nods his head towards the door.
“And uh, Bring Destiny we need something to do while I drive.” He winks.
You roll your eyes as you slip on your shoes.
He opens the passenger side of his dads red pickup truck, you’re a little short getting in so he takes your hand and gently lifts you up onto the seat. The warmth of his hand is electric in your palm.
“Thanks,” you smile. He smiles back “No problem.” Like a man who’s just seen the stars.
The drive is fun as you two sing to Independent women, “You know everyone’s favorite is Beyonce but I’m a Kelly fan myself.”
“Of course you are.” You chuckle softly.
You both get to the venue, hordes of half drunk teenagers line up to see the main event.
The opening acts start as you start jumping around enjoying the music, and suddenly you feel a set of hands around your waist. No they weren’t clarks hands like you would have liked. You smelled cheap beer on your neck.
“Hey!” You immediately turned to see some acne-faced guy with frosted tips start grinding on you, “Cmon, babe I know girls like you like this stuff.”
“Hey man, you need to back off!” Clark is steaming mad, “Look man your girl is fine you need to learn how to share.”
Before Clark can even get a punch in, the guy is immediately on the ground. “For your information, his girl won’t be shared with anyone.” you spat, “So go take a long walk off a short pier.”
The crowd around you ooh’s an ahh’s, Until the main event finally came. Chester speaks to the crowd “Hey we just wanted to let y’all know that creeps are not allowed to any of our concerts, that being said will the pretty lady with the braids c’mon stage.”
“Oh My God, Clark he wants me!!!” You scream in his ear. “Well go up there pretty lady.”
So there you were on stage dancing with Linkin Park, and Clark can only see your shining face, and cocoa butter skin. He sees your smile that’s brighter than any stage light in this whole place.
Later you both go back to his car, and you both talk about the whole ordeal the whole time. However, it starts to rain hard.
“You know if your parents are ok with it, Ms and Pa would love to have you over?”, “Well you know I don’t like getting my hair wet so sure.”
You called your parents and reluctantly your father agreed, but in black dad fashion he made you promise to sleep on the couch and stay six feet away from Clark.
He even called his parents who were fine with it, and after Martha warmed you up a nice cup of tea. You settled on the couch and thanked his parents goodnight. And as they went to bed before you could even close your eyes you hear.
“Hey,” it’s his whisper that startled you, “Wanna see my room?”
You obliged of course “So what is so great about clarks roo-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, “I’m sorry I really wanted to do that all night.” He sheepishly smiles.
But you don’t care, instead you go in for your turn deep and passionate, and then suddenly you wake up in a blue t-shirt with warm arms wrapped around you. And you didn’t know it yet, but you had just fallen in love with the man of steel.
