Just Good Friends
Am-Chau Yarkona
Not my characters.
harmless.
(Author's note: I find this strangely disturbing, as well as kind of dull. Make of that what you will.)
"Mom, I'm going over to Lex's for a while, okay?"
Martha stopped chopping onions and looked up at Clark, standing by the door and shrugging his jacket on. "How long for?"
Clark tipped his head to one side, estimating. "About an hour."
"That's fine. As long as you're back here for dinner."
"Thanks, mom," Clark said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"Have fun," Martha told him, smiling.
"I'm sure I will," Clark replied; and left, the door banging a little behind him.
Martha turned back to her cooking, happy that Clark had friends. That Lex was a nice boy.