A/N: So I know I haven't written this story in…well a very long time. I had a lot of personal stuff going on this year that I won't bore you guys with, but it got in the way and I lost my creative writing muse for a long time. Now, I don't really have a plan anymore for this story and I never wrote it down. So basically anyone who still cares to read this story is probably gonna have to wait another while before a chapter comes up again because I'm starting university in September, so I'm gonna be really busy. I will try and come up with ideas, the only thing I know is the endgame right now, so bear with me loyal fans, I'm not giving up yet.

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Chapter 5: The Museum

Oh God, oh God, oh God. I did not just say what I thought I just said, Clark thought as he took in Ollie's wide eyes. He couldn't believe it, that was not what he wanted to say, but apparently having a very naughty wet dream made him get foot-in-mouth syndrome. Oh no.

" Clark? Umm… so I guess that means you are going. And there's no need to get jealous. I've only got eyes for you babe," Ollie replied with a wink and a grin.

Palm, meet forehead, Clark thought as he took in Ollie's words. Now it was his turn for wide-eyed staring and a still-pale face. Really? It was bad enough that Clark was saying these things by accident, but did Ollie really have to say stuff on purpose with a flirty wink or something? It wasn't as if Ollie actually liked Clark like that, oh no no, Oliver Queen was straight-as-an-arrow kind of guy, and considering how completely straight his arrows actually were, it meant he was as straight as they came. So why did he act flirty?

Clark mentally shook his head, but he knew there was no way of getting out of this without hurting Ollie's feelings, and he couldn't bear to do that. So now he was stuck going to this museum with Oliver, and he had to try and keep from getting jealous when Ollie flirted with all the girls. Clark was pretty sure he was nuts for doing that, but now he had no choice. This was going to be an awful night.

8p.m. that night

" You know, I really think you could've toned it done Clark. You're getting more eyes than I am," Ollie joked as he and Clark stood side by side in the middle of the room.

Clark blushed and stared around the room, taking a sip of the drink he held in his hand. He had dressed up slightly more than he would have if he were going with Chloe or when Lex was still around. Which brought on a more morose thought. While he had never fully trusted Lex, the man had been there for him, even if for selfish reasons, and he did help Clark on the odd occasion. It killed Clark now to think of him as dead, as much as he and Lex were enemies, he still regretted the downwards spiral that their friendship had taken.

" Clark? You look a little lost, are you feeling alright?" Oliver asked.

Clark turned to his friend and smiled. " Yes, of course. I just got lost in my thoughts for a minute or two." He coughed. " Umm… excuse me for a moment." With that, Clark turned and began to walk away.

" Clark? Wait up," Ollie said.

Clark stopped and turned around, he still felt lost, and out of his element. His grief was just now showing and he didn't want it to. He just wanted a night where he could stand and pretend to talk to people all the while he was staring at Ollie with stars in his eyes. Couldn't his mind give him one night of peace?

" Clark. You sure you're okay? You can talk to me, you know," Ollie said, coming over and looking Clark in the eyes.

" Yeah. Forgive me. I just started thinking, and that's never a good thing, especially not for me, but I started to realize that I dressed up more than I'd done with Lex, and then I started thinking about Lex and how I didn't trust him but he was sometimes a good friend and person to talk to. That never meant that I want him dead though. I just miss him and I hate to think about the fact that neither of us really trusted each other and that led to a bad friendship and I want to just be able to forgive but I can't and I want to…and I'm sorry, I just ranted about all that and I know you hate Lex, and I do too…mostly…but I don't at the same time. Ollie, I feel so lost," Clark finished quietly, his voice breaking and tears in his eyes. It broke Oliver's heart to see him like this and he didn't know how to fix it.

" I did hate him, you're right. But you still cared about, Clark. It's okay for you to miss your friend, I understand that. Just because I hate him, doesn't mean that I don't care that he died, well I don't, not really, but I care because it's hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you Clark, and I'm deeply sorry that I did. But you're allowed to miss the friend that you had. Yes, he was bad, but I don't think it started that way. So, grieve, you are only human you know," Ollie replied, smiling at the very end because they both knew that Clark was definitely more than human.

Clark smiled, and Ollie said, " Come on. We need to get you to dance with somebody." Clark frowned again, but he was glad that Ollie didn't see it because there was nobody that Clark wanted to dance with more than the man who was beside him right now.

" That's okay. I…don't dance," Clark replied.

" Awww…shy Clark. You're so adorable when you're like that," Ollie cooed, with a huge grin on his face.

" Shut up," Clark replied, blushing furiously.

" And now you're blushing. It's no wonder you have…" Ollie stopped what he was saying and froze. The smile fell off his face, and he just stood there, looking unseeingly at Clark.

" No wonder I have what?" Clark asked, still smiling and blushing. There was no reply. "Ollie? What's wrong?"

The blonde man looked down and put his hands to his stomach. They came off red. He looked up at Clark with a pained expression before crumpling to the ground with his eyes closed.

" Ollie!"