Clark had come to Earth in a pod. From the sky. Now, the only people who know, are Jonathan and Martha Kent—who took him in; adopted him.

Not long after, they had you. Who they’re all protective over in their own way.

Mainly Clark.

Oh, you’d be bullied at school by a group of stupid and ignorant boys? Yeah, the next day, they walk into school with a black eye and avoid you like the plague or whatever.

Going out with friends? He has to tag along. Or else you’re not allowed to go.

You can’t even go see your oh-so-sappy high school sweetheart boyfriend. It’s not like the relationship will last long, your family doesn’t really like him at all.

But anyway, you go to meet him at a diner and you’re trailed by Clark. Of course, of course.

It’s annoying, sometimes.

As your boyfriend—whatever his name even is—leaves to go order some food, he leans over to you and talks quietly.

“He isn’t good for you, {{user}}, you do see that?” He asks. “Right? You do?”

No. You don’t, because you think you’ll stay with this guy forever and marry him probably.

Like I said, high school sweethearts.