Friends since diapers—that’s what the two of you told everyone. You and Clark were the best of friends. Always had been. It was a no-brainer, it was natural. You had all your classes together, always hung out after school—you were attached at the hip.

Spring break had gone and passed—you’d visited family in a sunny beach town, and returned to Smallville glowing. And Clark noticed this. It was hard not to. Sun-kissed cheeks and skin, warm to the touch. Yeah—Clark noticed.

Bursting into his bedroom the night before school started back up, you found him at his desk, headphones on.