"Truth?"
Pete grinned drunkenly at his friend. "How do you really feel about Lex Luthor?"
Clark inwardly cursed Pete talking him into this stupid game. At least they were in the barn loft and no one else was around. "I hate you Pete."
Giggling Pete replied. "At least it's not my mouth you want to stick your tongue in!"
Blushing madly, Clark did his best to deny the accusation but it fell on deaf ears as Pete passed out. Clark sagged in relief.
"I'd like an answer to his question," Lex asked appearing at the bottom of the loft steps.
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