Clark writes lists, but it's completely pointless so he decides to bring the story to an end.

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Clark hadn't wondered if he was insane in at least three weeks. When he realized this, he immediately began to wonder if he was insane twice as hard to make up for lost time.

"Clark, do you want some dinner?" his mother called up the stairs.

"No, thanks, Mom. I'm too insane right now," he answered distractedly.

"... alright then," she replied. Clark could hear his father asking, 'What did he say?'

Three weeks was a long time. Clark decided that he would have to do more than just extra wondering to make up the time. He would have to make a list. Crazy people always had lists.

After about two and three quarters minutes, he looked over his list.

-blue

-mathematics

-Pledge wood cleaner

-buttons

-wooden cat alarm clocks

-Soviet Russia

-candles

-sparkles

-candle holders

-tablecloths

-school

-those socks that have the different color toes and heels

-party balloons

-rugby

-things that used to be shiny, were now sort of dull, but could easily be shined again

-the war of 1812

Clark knew as soon as he read the list it was useless. He hadn't set any boundaries, and while free thinking was fine for hippies, it wasn't good for lists. He crumpled up the paper and started to make a new list, this time of only things that made him feel crazy.

-being an alien

-mathematics

-powers that come from said alien-ness

-Chloe's mom

-Japan

-kryptonite

-the wall of weird

-really big sunglasses

-when Lana gets all possessed by that witch-lady who likes to wear black leather

Turning it over, he made a list of things that didn't make him feel crazy.

-buttons

-going out to fancy restaurants

-eating dinner at home

-eating dinner at Lex's house

-food in general

-reading books

-reading books at Lex's house

-stars

-looking at stars with Lex at Lex's house

-kittens

Clark decided lists were pointless and crumpled it up and threw it away. What else did crazy people do? They wrote poems, didn't they? So Clark spent the next twenty minutes trying to write a poem. His garbage can overflowed with little paper balls. Finally, he discarded 'Ode to a Toad' with a sigh and put down his pencil. Poems were as stupid as lists. He settled on staring blankly at the wall.

Unlike lists and poems, Clark was very good at staring. For one thing, it never got boring. He could look at the wall, sure. But he could use his x-ray vision to look through the wall and see all sorts of things that were on at the other side. Clark could sit in his room and see what was going on all the way to the house on the other side of the street. And in this way he was entertained for about a minute. Nothing was really happening at the house on the other side of the street. He tried other methods, like seeing what was going on slightly to the left of the house on the other side of the street (nothing) and switching back and forth between normal vision and x-ray vision really really fast to find out if he could see both at the same time. It made his eyes hurt.

And that's when he realized everything.

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"Hey, Clark," Lex said. "What's up?" He shut his laptop and walked over to the flushed, slightly out of breath boy. His brows furrowed. "Did you... run here?"

"Yeah."

"All the way out here."

"Yup."

"You ran."

"I think I love you."

Lex's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. Like a fish. Clark decided to not point that out.

Soon it became clear that Lex was not going to say or do anything but open and close his mouth soundlessly. Clark wondered worriedly if he had broken him. "Lex, are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm... surprised," Lex said blankly.

"Really? You weren't that surprised when your father thought we were in a relationship," Clark said. "You even said you could understand where he was coming from."

"That was when it wasn't true," Lex pointed out. Clark bit his lip. He had begun to regret his decision. It had all seemed so clear in his bedroom, what with the eye-switching and pain being a metaphor for him juggling with insanity. But then, Clark had never been very good with metaphors. "So, what do you suggest we do about it?"

Clark's ears perked up. There were three very good words in that question; suggest, we, and do. Obviously, Lex was open to suggestions. He would obviously consider said suggestions and do one of them. And they would do it together, obviously.

When Clark didn't answer, Lex raised an eyebrow. Seductively. Or not. It was then that Clark kissed him.

And maybe Clark was a little crazy. But really, when it all came down to it, what was so wrong with that?