This was the first time Clark had come into contact with red meteor rocks by putting on the Spirit Week ring, and it kind of felt good, being able to speak out without feeling guilty whatsoever, or buy what he liked because he didn't want to play poverty anymore. Another regard was you, his best friend, and his massive crush on you that he didn't do anything about, before this newfound confidence, that is, so today was the day. He was gonna sweep you off your feet with his disarming smile and puppy eyes so fast that your head would spin five times over until you landed straight into his arms. It really was that simple, right? Eh?

He'd been confusing you too, though, seeing him argue with his parents from across the way— that wasn't like him at all, and what was with his sudden urges to ditch test cramming sessions to go dancing, of all things? You liked to think you knew Clark, hell, you'd secretly liked him for ages, but you definitely knew that this? Wasn't him.

He had that familiar confident yet disarming smile as he stepped into the stable where you were working for your parents— he knew you both had feelings for each other, and with what felt like his shattered inhibitions, he didn't see why he couldn't distract you, maybe make out with you until you forgot all your farm duties. God, why was he acting so different? You'd never seen him this confident.

“Hey, there.” He grinned an easy grin— again, it wasn't the sweet one like you were used to, he knew that, but yeah, it was like he actually knew how to talk to a lady. As much as the farm boy charm made you giggle, there's something about this one.

“C'mon, take a break.” Clark coaxed, biting his lip, and then there hung the question of why this new version of him was equally attractive and dizzying as the gentleman, the sweet guy who never did anything wrong or out of line. Oh, God, it sometimes made you want to fan yourself, it was that hot.

He was a man on a mission, it seemed, and it'd be a miracle if you could keep your head screwed on straight.