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“A party...in Gotham?” Clark laughed as he got into the driver seat of his red pick up truck.
“Yes a party” Diana said seriously as she shimmed into the passenger seat.
“Why are you guys walking so fast!” Wally screamed across the school parking lot with food stuffed in his mouth.
“Can you hurry up Wally, I’m starving! I have pizza in the oven waiting for us and if you do come here faster I’m not giving you a bite at all” Clark called out.
Wally ran to the car, pushing through students eager to get home as well. He got in the backseat and joined in the conversation as Clark pulled out of his spot.
“This party will actually be so much fun” Wally inserted himself.
“I know, especially because the three of us are attending.”
“Hold on, I never agreed to going to this party!” Clark said.
“Can we just go because I want to participate in drinking this time.” Diana whispered.
Wally and Clark got quite. Diana wasn’t ever a big drinker...actually, she never took a sip of any alcohol. She says it’s toxic waste in your body fermenting suppressed feelings that are suppressed for many reasons. Basically, she hates that people are more truthful because humans shouldn’t have too many emotions in the open. She never opposed the boys to do it, but she decided (freshman year) she wouldn’t drink.
“Diana Prince wants to drink?” Clark scoffed. Wally was laughing.
“What? What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Nothing.” Clark smiled.
“So will you come?”
“Fine.”
-
“A party?” Martha asked while cleaning the dishes.
“Yes mom a party.” Clark sighed.
“A party?” Jonathan questioned.
“You know where people gather around and socialize.”
“Don’t be fresh!”
“Mom…”
“Martha, what?”Jonathan bellowed a laugh.
Clark and Martha joined. The laughter felt familiar in the Kent household. Clark flashes back into memories of weekends with his dad on the farm and helping his mom bake. He misses Kansas, and if he could have it back he would in a heart beat. He likes the new friends he has made here but he wished he could have gone to high school back home. With Pete and Lana. Nothing made sense when he thought of the past. The farm went to foreclosure so fast Clark barely remembers it. He was stripped out of high school mid freshman year, he had to come to metropolis and meet new people, make new friends, and in the mist find himself. He dawned on those days. How scared he was, how vulnerable he was and how alone he was.
“Clark dear..?” Martha asked.
Clark was startled but looked up as smiled as if nothing happened.
“So this party, where is it?”
Clark knew if he said Gotham his parents would say no immediately. Gotham is a no go in any parents books. It was “dirty, unrulying and crime filled” his parents would say.
“Probably at Wally’s cousin’s house.”
“Wallys, cousin..?” Jonathan looked confused.
“Yeah, he um just got a job down in the city and wanted to celebrate with a few old classmates and Wally is allowed to bring some friends.”
Martha and Jonathan looked at each other for a long moment. Martha and Jonathan knew they has a golden child. Clark had pretty good grades (Mid 80’s), was respectful, responsible and a good boy. They didn’t think for a minute he would lie.
“Well okay...When is it?” Martha spoke slowly.
“Friday at 7.”
“Well alright, be safe, are you stay over Wally’s?”
“Probably.” Clark said over his shoulder as he went up the stairs texting Diana and Wally.
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When they crossed the bridge to Gotham the car went silent. Everyone started out the window and wondered if this was a good idea but no one mentioned it. It was dark and a bit scary. When finally they saw city lights and streets with cars relief hit the three of them. It wasn’t as bad as it was made out to be. The streets weren't dirty, crime wasn’t in every corner and nothing was that terrible. To them it looked like a normal city.
“Who’s house is this again..?”
“Oliver Queen. He’s friends with Raven and he told her to invite everyone he knows, he just moved here from Starling City.”
“Wait, The Oliver Queen?” Wally drew back into his seat.
“Yes, why?”
“His family is second richest man in New York!”
“Who’s first?” Clark asked.
“The Wayne’s.”
Clark bit his tongue at the last name. Did they know that the Bruce Wayne was in their school? That Clark tried really hard to be his friend and the Bruce Wayne made him feel like an idiot? He decided they didn’t really need to know…
“Well really just Bruce Wayne, his parents are dead.”
“Way to be a softy Wally..” Diana rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t mean it like that okay! But shit man, this guy is suppose to throw killer parties!”
Clark couldn’t get his mind of Bruce Wayne; what if he was there? What was he saying he probably was, billionaires are always friends with other billionaires. Clark thought of Bruce in a suit and tie at rich boy occasions talking stock market prices with other rich boys. Clark snapped back to reality and ignored his thoughts.
Oliver’s house was hard to miss. It was a huge mansion that was lit up from roof down the long driveway. A bunch of teenagers were scattered around the area left and right. Red cups were lined up along the grass and the smell of alcohol was strong enough to infest Clark’s car through his open windows. Clark finally found a place to park free of people and other obstructing things. The three of them got out of the car.
“Well...don’t I feel right at home.” Clark mumbled.
“Oh hush! Just enjoy yourself, remember not to drink too much, you’re the designated driver.” Diana winked. She started walking away.
“Hey hey hey!” Wally called out for her.
“What?” She turned around and came closer for the music was too loud for them to be talking across the lawn.
“Weren’t we suppose to be all together?”
“We will be, but I’m finding Raven so I’ll catch with the two of you later.” Diana smiled and walked away again.
Wally complained to Clark and Clark just ignored him. He expected Diana to leave, the poor girl was constantly with the boys all the time. She was around for the violent fights (which she did participate in sometimes and always proceeded to kick both of their asses), the too many video games, the stupid bickering about very stupid things that were tedious and monotonous and their infamous talks about girls. Clark didn’t talk about girls much unless Wally brought them up and when he did he kept up with an appearance. He didn’t know how he felt about them. He was with Lana for a bit back in Kansa but that’s because well they were so familiar with each other he thought why not. He had a thing for a upperclassmen named Lex, but it was crush and sometimes they would flirt. When Clark came to Metropolis all the girl swooned over him. He was tall, strong, with dark jet black hair and blue eyes. He didn’t look typical and he made flannels look good. Clark hooked up with a few girls here and there but he doesn’t feel right so lately he has been really just..alone.
Together, the boys walked into the overly exaggerated house with awe. Everything was perfect (besides the very drunk people). It looked unbelievable inside.
“Rich boys.” Wally snorted.
“What about them?” Said a voice that wasn’t to familiar to either of the boys. They turned around and Wally continued to speak.
“They get everything they want without even knowing what struggle is. Can’t believe Raven is friends with a guy like this!”
“I guess I really don’t know what struggle is.” The boy commented, smiling.
Wally swallowed his tongue. Clark chuckled. Oh was Wally an idiot.
“O-oliver Queen?” Wally looked shamefully at him.
“Indeed I am, and you must be Wally West, the asshole Raven speaks of so fondly!” He raised his hand for Wally to shake it and he did. Wally had his head down and mumbled “sorry” sportaically.
“I’m sorry for Wally he is a total dumb ass, I’m Clark Kent by the way, nice house, or island really, you got here.” Clark grinned politically.
“It’s fine, I really don’t care, and nice to meet, make yourself feel at home, drinks are in the kitchen.”
“Thank you and sorry again” Wally interrupted.
“Whatever dude, it’s cool, enjoy.” He laughed and walked away.
Clark bursted into uncontrollable laughter and pointed at Wally. Wally rolled his eyes and parted his ways to the bathroom or wherever. Clark didn’t follow and just laughed to himself. While walking to the kitchen he saw a few familiar faces and was passed a couple of hello’s.
“Well I’ll be damned, stalking me?” A voice of soothing ocean waves commented as Clark was getting a beer out of the cooler.
Clark turned around slowly and saw a beautiful teenage boy with perfect jaw line, a button up shirt and black suit pants. Clark’s heart was speeding steadily to a rapid pace and he felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He felt little but he was standing tall before the boy. He didn’t know how to react or what to do or what to say.
“Don’t you know how to say hello.” Bruce mentioned.
“S-sorry, hi.”
“What’s got you all tightened boy scout?”
“Nothing...my name is Clark, my name is Clark Kent.”
Wow, he thought, I sound like an idiot.
“I know that.”
Clark just started at him. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, was all Clark could manage to think.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t know me last week?” Was all Clark blurted out.
“I didn’t, but then you showed up to a lot of everywhere I went so I decided I should get to my stalkers name, this way if anything happens I know who did it.” Bruce smiled with his blue eyes but poker face expression on his face.
“Gee..How can I ever repay you.” Clark spoke sarcastically.
“Boy scout’s got a mouth on him don’t he.” Bruce took a sip of his beer.
Bruce’s face hinted at comity and triumph. Clark never felt this way towards anyone. He didn’t know what intrigued him about Bruce but he was interesting, different, and mysterious. Everytime he saw Bruce in the hall he would keep his head down but as soon as he passed Clark would turn around and just watch him walk away. Bruce’s personality was conflicting and you couldn’t read his eyes. Clark wanted to know him, Clark wanted to understand him, Clark just wanted to be his friend. And all of sudden Clark was glad Diana dragged him to this party. Thank god for billionaires.