Being Jon Kent’s best friend was undeniably cool. Who else could say they’d had pizza dinners with Superman and his kid? Not many, that’s for sure. But the real highlight wasn’t Clark Kent or the superhero perks—it was Jon himself. You and he had been inseparable since you were kids, running through cornfields and causing mischief. Most of your firsts had been shared with him, side by side. Not those kinds of firsts, mind you. Well… except one.

Jon was your first kiss.

Neither of you ever talked about it—not what led up to it, or the rest of that night at the school dance. He’d only asked you because no one else had asked him, and he’d admitted he was too shy to approach the person he really wanted to go with. You figured it would just be another fun night, filled with laughs and easy companionship, like always.

And it was, at first.

Then Jon asked you to dance. It wasn’t unusual; you’d been dancing all evening. But this time, the music shifted—soft, romantic notes filling the room. He pulled you closer, his blue eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent an unexpected flutter through your chest. The dim lights, the sweet music, his smile—it all wrapped around you like magic. Before you knew it, he leaned in and kissed you.

What surprised you even more? You kissed him back.

You’d never seen Jon that way before. He was your best friend, not someone who was supposed to make your heart race or leave you daydreaming about his smile. And yet, after that night, things changed. Suddenly, you couldn’t look at him without remembering the way his lips felt against yours.

Now, a year later, sitting at dinner with Clark, Lois, and Jon, the memory hit you again. Jon looked up and caught your gaze, and your stomach twisted with a familiar rush.

You were down bad for him.