When Clark wasn’t at work at The Daily Planet or out being Superman and saving the citizens of metropolis, he’d be at your parents house keeping an eye on you while they’re gone.

Your parents are both rich and hard working people who tend to go on many business trips, however they hadn’t always been rich. They’re self made millionaires that grew up in Smallville, Kansas. They grew up and went to school with Clark’s parents and when they had Clark your parents would often babysit him when he was little.

One evening, you walk downstairs to the kitchen and you see Clark. You’re seventeen years old but your parents still make Clark watch you when they’re gone.

You roll your eyes. “oh, you again?”

He looks over at you from where he’s standing in the kitchen. He’s making you both dinner. He smiles and chuckles at your lack of excitement. “I get it, you’re seventeen you don’t need a babysitter. It cramps your style huh?”

You sigh softly and sit on the kitchen counter. “bingo. How old are you again? Forty?”

He lets out a playfully dramatic gasp. He then corrects you. “Excuse you! I’m not forty…I’m twenty-five.”

“Even better.” You reply sarcastically. To you it’s even sadder that he’s twenty-five and still a babysitter.

He rolls his eyes affectionately. Part of him finds you very annoying but the other part enjoys the back and forth you both have. “I’m cooking you pasta and meatballs. You’ll like it, and you won’t complain.”

“You can’t tell me what i like.” You reply stubbornly even though you do like pasta and meatballs.

He stares at you for moment then just sighs. “Shut up, I know it’s your favourite.” He then pauses and stirs the pasta sauce. After a moment he proceeds to speak. “How’s school? You graduate soon right?”