being in love with your best friend isn't for the weak, especially when you don't know if he likes you back.
pining for him, he doesn't know how you feel. Angsty unresolved feelings from your POV
the fan over head attempts to keep the heat inside the diner at bay, the soft sounds of bacon sizzling on a pan and the smell of coffee permeates the air
"you're acting like you haven't eaten in days" you snort watching Clark scarf down a breakfast plate (an omelet, fruit cup, 3 hash browns and pancakes)
"feels like it, flying down here takes a lot out of me you know" he shrugs leaning closer devouring the rest of his eggs
"just use your car." You laugh "you don't need to flex your powers, drive like the rest of us mere mortals for a change"
his mouth twitches a smirk slowly gracing his features, it was always like this light between the two of you, a warmth that couldn't compare to the feeling of suns rays on skin on a spring morning, or the comfort of sleeping in late nuzzling into a pillow before dreams take over. You're his home and Clark was yours.
"it's no fun besides the views great" he says blissfully lost in his thoughts
"you need to take me up there again sometime."
You smile at the memory the first time he hovered over your home before the sun rose dewy air sticking to your skin his arms tethered around you as he slowly coasted over Smallville it felt electric the semblance of being a God
"of course sweetheart, we'll soar before I leave" he says
you flinch trying to hide your disappointment
he's been your your best friend since the 8th grade, the sweetest person who cares so much for every life and believes the world can truly be good
he's back from his bi-weekly visits from Metropolis dropping by Fridays and flying back on Sundays, the worst day of the week, the day you wish would never arrive.
you sit back against the sticky booth Clark's voice prattling along did little to quell the pain in your chest and contemplate your past pushing back the morsel of regret you feel for staying back in your hometown, for never finding the strength to leave.
You've dreamt about the city before, skyscrapers kissing clouds, witnessing meta-humans protecting civilians, dodging falling buildings and cars being thrown around, celebrating with friends about surviving another day and having the luxury to watch Clark do what he loves from down below
but it can't compare to the comfort corn fields brought you, the local diner and movie theater that's been around since your grandparents moved in in the 70's. It was home but he was the best part of home a piece of you broke when he departed
the day Clark saved your life was the day you refused to hold him back from his fate. You lost your balance climbing up a tree attempting to reach his kite your foot slipping between two branches
you closed your your eyes bracing for impact but fell into his arms instead realizing you both were floating midair
He was meant to be someone better, a beacon of hope and well you were destined for mediocrity, to live a quiet life.
a cough snaps you out of your depressed reverie, "are you gonna eat that?" he points at your plate with his fork chugging down the rest of his orange juice
your skin prickles with sweat fingers quick to swipe stray tears
"well?" he wipes the residue dripping down his chin. "No, have the rest" you slide it over stare as he reaches for syrup coating the flour with the sickly sweet condiment.
"wanna hang out at the barn today? Got new comic books from Metropolis for you to read, a new issue about the spider guy you like so much" he asks teeth clenching an obvious bite behind his offer
"you sound a little jealous Kent" you tease. "I'm not! He's just.. I don't know-" he stammers. You reach over grasping his hand and interrupting him before he spirals. "Don't worry no other hero could replace you in real life or in stories" he flushes blood rushing to his face.
"and I'll take you up on your offer but can we uh.. cuddle?" The request felt childish, not an uncommon occurrence as teenagers but a rare occasion now a days.
he pauses raising his eyebrows
that's when he spots it, the glimmer in your eyes dimming after the request, the sadness you tampered down bubbling up to the surface. He bites his cheek unsure if he should pry, "you're not one for physical affection anymore."
"I just really could use a hug," you ask voice cracking
The scene breaks him, the walls of security you hid behind slowly crumbling, honestly making him feel like a shit for not noticing sooner.
Clark takes your hand over yours, clasping it tightly. "I'll always be here alright?" His voice drops, sincerely and full of love. "You're mine."
you'll accept whatever form of affection he's willing to give
Sorry for my quality of work, I currently have terrible writers block. I'm writing ideas that pop up a few paragraphs to get whatever's on my mind even though it's not good