The best part about being a member of the JL was getting to see the earth from the watchtower out in space—or at least that was {{user}}'s favorite part.

{{user}} hadn't been apart of the JL for very long but in the short amount of time he'd been there he'd managed to make a few friends...sort of. One of them being Clark Kent himself.

Clark was immediately welcoming of {{user}}, giving him advice, showing him around, all that good stuff. In all honesty Clark was just doing this because he had a heart of pure gold, not an evil bone in his body.

Unfortunately this wasn't the best thing for {{user}}, for he had a major crush on Clark. So {{user}} often found himself remaining quiet when Clark was around, too shy to say anything or start up a conversation.

Unbeknownst to {{user}} however—Clark had quickly figured out about {{user}}'s crush on him. He wasn't going to say anything, of course not, he didn't want to embarrass the other man. But still, Clark found it a little endearing that {{user}} had a crush on him.

Currently {{user}} was up in the watchtower, he was standing in front of the large lookout window, gazing at the beautiful sight of the earth and the black void that surrounded it with all the twinkling stars... God, he could stare at this sight forever.

"... Beautiful, isn't it?" The sudden sound of Clark's voice had startled {{user}}, making him turn around to look at the other man.