Lewis Lang's death changed more than just the Lang household — it rippled through all our lives.
First of all, Laura Lang had picked up a new hobby: drinking.Now, in Smallville, having a beer or two after a long day wasn't exactly scandalous — it was practically tradition. But Laura's case was different. She didn't stop at beer. Whiskey, vodka, wine — anything with alcohol content became fair game.
My Ma, who was her close friend, couldn't understand why Laura was so desperate to drown herself in bottles. She kept saying Laura needed to stay strong for Lana — her daughter still needed her, after all. But Ma didn't know the full story. Only Nell, Laura's sister, and I did.
Laura wasn't just mourning a husband. She was mourning the betrayal that came with him — a husband who had died cheating on her, spending her own money on another woman. She wasn't just grieving love lost; she was grieving the years she wasted believing in it.
Nell tried to help. She begged Laura to stop, even offered her a place at her flower shop just to get her out of the house, but it didn't work. Laura seemed... done. She spent her days half-dressed in front of the TV, bottle in hand, letting the world fade away.
And then there was Lana.
On the surface, she had changed too — matured almost overnight. She started taking care of chores at home, covering for her mother's absence, working harder in school. Everyone — Ma, Nell, even the teachers — praised her for her strength, believing tragedy had forged her into something tougher.
They weren't wrong, but they weren't entirely right either.She had become stronger, yes, but that strength was a mask. I knew because I saw what was underneath it. Every other night, when the world slept, I would sneak into her room through her window. There, in the quiet dark, she would break — whispering her fears, her anger, her sadness into my chest. I would just hold her and listen, letting her tears soak into me, doing my best to not make her feel lonely.
Maybe some other boy would have thought she was being whiny or clingy, but I knew better. Right now, Lana was caught between grief and first love — two completely different emotions crashing into each other — and that could confuse anyone. But she didn't have to face it alone. I was there for her.
Now, I am not saying I was the perfect boyfriend. Hell, I don't even know if I was a good one. Still, with my super senses, it wasn't hard to remember every word she said, or to notice when she needed me. Sometimes I would bring her sweets or flowers from Wayne Manor — she adored those. Other times, I would just whisper how beautiful she looked or remind her of something cute she had done in school. Without fail, she would melt, and the next thing I knew, I would be buried under a flurry of kisses. I didn't even have to lie as Lana was really a cute and kind girl, who I liked very much.
Honestly, for my first relationship ever, things hadn't been that hard. We had been together for about a month now, and even with all my secret training sessions and the excuses I had to make — Selina, the Waynes, and my "computer projects" covered most of that — it was going pretty well.
Except for one small problem.Or… maybe not so small.
"What's wrong, Clark? Why'd you stop?" Lana asked, blinking at me with those wide green eyes.
We were behind my house, hidden from sight, kissing and feeling each other while Selina and Chloe were inside watching cartoons.
Looking into her innocent eyes, I really wanted to tell her the truth — that I was way too turned on, way too bricked up, to keep pretending otherwise. But to Lana, being boyfriend and girlfriend meant holding hands, hugging, feeding each other, and maybe a few kisses here and there. She didn't really know more than that… and I didn't want to be the one to corrupt that innocence.
"...Nothing. Let's just keep going," I said with a sigh, forcing my thoughts down and leaning back in.
She smiled — that sweet, genuine smile — and kissed me again, wrapping her arms around me.
"Clark! Lana!"
A startled voice snapped us apart. I turned to see Chloe standing a few feet away, staring at us with wide eyes — shock written all over her face.
For a moment, all I could think was how my damn super hormones were becoming an actual liability. Normally, my super hearing would have picked her footsteps up easily, but right now most of my focus had been spent keeping my thoughts under control, not on my surroundings.
"Chloe!" Lana blurted out, her face turning bright red.
"You two… you two are a thing?" Chloe asked, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Yes…" Lana said softly, guilt flickering in her eyes.
"But I… I also—" Chloe's voice cracked, and before she could finish, she turned to run.
"Chloe, wait!" I said, stepping forward and catching her gently by the arm.
"Sniff… let me go, Clark. I-I just want to go home," she said between sobs.
Lana froze, realizing exactly why Chloe was crying.
I sighed. I had wanted to avoid this but looks like I will have to use a direct method to solve this now. I cupped Chloe's tear-streaked face in my hands and leaned down, pressing my lips to hers.
"Clark?" Lana's stunned voice came from beside me.
Chloe's eyes flew open as I kissed her. Her lips trembled against mine, the taste of her salty tears mixing with the softness of her mouth. For a few seconds, the world stood still — then I pulled away.
When I opened my eyes, Chloe just stared at me in shock, her lips still parted. Lana was frozen too, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and heartbreak.
"Yo-you… how could you kiss her? You're my boy—" Lana's voice broke, her eyes wide with hurt.
Before she could say more, I held her face in one hand and claimed her lips.
Her protest died instantly, melting away as her eyes fluttered shut and her arms wrapped around me. There was something instinctive, almost desperate, in the way she kissed me back — tender, but full of emotion. And once again, I couldn't help but notice how different her taste was from Chloe's.
I didn't let the kiss linger too long. When I finally pulled away, both girls were staring at me — faces flushed, breaths uneven, eyes wide with confusion and something else.
"Look," I began, meeting both their gazes, "I don't want us three to end up in some messy love triangle like in the movies. I care about both of you — a lot. And I don't want to see either of you get hurt."I gently wiped the tears from Chloe's cheeks, then turned to Lana, brushing my thumb across her face."If that means accepting both of your feelings for me, then I'll do it. I'll accept them. I just want us to stay together… no fighting, no tears. Just love."
"But shouldn't a boyfriend and girlfriend just kiss one another?" Lana asked quietly, confusion in her green eyes.
I gave a faint smile. "You're my girlfriend, yes. And you love me, right?"
"Yes… I love you very much," she said, her voice trembling but sincere.
"I love you too," I replied, giving a peck on her lips. Then I turned to Chloe. "And you, Chloe? How do you feel about me? Do you love me?" I ask sincerely.
"I… I do, Clark," she whispered. "I love you too."
"I also love you Chloe" I said, giving her lips a peck, brightening her face.
Lana looked between us, her expression tightening. "But you can't love him—he's already my boyfriend!"
"Lana," I said gently, "you like Chloe as your friend, don't you?"
"Yes," she answered hesitantly.
"Then do you want to see her hurt?" I ask her seriously.
Her gaze softened "No… I don't." She said with a shake of her head.
"Did you see how sad Chloe was just now… when she saw us kiss?" I asked softly. "Do you really want her to feel that kind of pain again?"
Lana's gaze dropped to the ground, her voice barely above a whisper."No… I-I don't want to see her cry," she muttered, glancing at Chloe with guilt in her eyes.
"As I said, I care for you both," I said softly, resting my hands on their cheeks. "So if by making Chloe my girlfriend too, I can make both of you happy… then I'll gladly do it."
Their eyes widened slightly, the late evening sunlight reflecting off their faces.
"But that means," I continued with a small smile, "you'll both have to share me as your boyfriend. It also means we'll be closer than ever — no secrets, no fights. Just the three of us… together."
I brought our faces closer until our foreheads touched, feeling their nervous breaths mingle with mine.
"Will you be my girlfriend, then, Chloe? Even if it means sharing me with Lana?" I asked gently.
"If… if I get to kiss you again, then I don't mind," Chloe whispered, her face bright red as she shyly closed her eyes.
"And you, Lana?" I turned to her, my tone gentle. "Are you okay with sharing me with Chloe?"
"I… I guess so," Lana murmured, still looking a little unsure.
"Then let's seal this pact with a kiss," I said, leaning in to kiss Lana first — soft and tender — before turning to give Chloe the same.
When I pulled back, both girls were blushing furiously. I smiled and said lightly, "That makes both of you, Lana and Chloe, sisters — who just happen to be sharing me as their boyfriend."
"Sisters?" they both repeated, exchanging a confused look.
"Hey," I said, glancing toward the house, "I think Ma just called. She probably finished making her orange juice. Why don't you two go and save a glass for your dear boyfriend?"
"Yes, I will!" Chloe said quickly.
"I'll save you a bigger glass!" Lana added, eager not to be outdone.
"Such good girlfriends I have," I said, giving each of them a quick peck on the cheek. "Go before Ma gets mad."
As they hurried off quickly, I sighed in relief — only for my ears to catch a faint shuffle above.
"And where do you think you're going?" I said, looking up as I appeared on the roof in an instant, blocking the path of a certain eavesdropper.
"Oh, hehe… little bro," Selina said quickly, caught red-handed. "I was just coming to call you for juice!"
"You were the one who sent Chloe to check on us, didn't you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.
"So what?" Selina shot back, crossing her arms and looking away with a pout.
"Nothing," I said with a small grin. "I just wanted to thank you. Because of you, Chloe's my girlfriend now."
"Hmph. You might've fooled them with your sweet words," she huffed, pointing at me. "But they won't stay all happy and peaceful for long."
Her outburst didn't surprise me — I had noticed how she had grown increasingly irritated the more time I spent around Lana. It wasn't hard to guess that she was jealous.
"We'll see about that," I said with a chuckle. "But before that, how about I reward my sweet Selina for being such a big help?"
Her eyes widened slightly as I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her. "How about I give you a kiss too?" I teased, leaning in until our breaths mingled.
"N-no, Clark… w-we can't…" she stammered, her eyes wide as she tried to wriggle free.
"But you deserve the reward, Selina," I whispered with a smile, my lips closing in—then stopping just before hers.
She flinched and shut her eyes tight… only to feel a gentle kiss land on her forehead instead.
"There's your reward," I said with a smile, stepping back.
Her face turned crimson. "Y-you— you're a total playboy!" she shouted, before leaping off the roof in a hurry and dashing away.
I couldn't help but laugh softly. "It's fun teasing a naughty cat," I muttered, watching her disappear below.
Still, I knew she wasn't wrong. Keeping both Lana and Chloe happy wouldn't magically work out forever — and that was fine. In the future, I would face world-ending threats. Compared to those, this was just another challenge.
Sure, I was inexperienced and mostly winging it, but I could always learn. Maybe it was time to do some… research on relationships.
Even if it was difficult, even if it was messy — I will figure it out. I can't stumble now, not on my very first steps toward building a harem of mine!