It was everyday now she would talk about Ember now. She would talk about the 'love' she felt for her or just Ember in general. Almost every time they met up, her sentence would start with Ember.

Which is why Clark kept getting annoyed. Constantly he heard her name. He was tired of it. But also a bit jealous too... Which Clark hated. He didn't know what he could do about it though. So he would just have to listen to Johanna talk about her, nod once and a while to show he was listening, and then he would comment sometimes. But now he was done with it.

"Johanna," Clark commented. He wasn't in a good mood, and really didn't want to talk about her. "could we talk about something other than Ember now? I'm getting really tired of hearing about her now,"

"I just thought you'd want to know because you're happy for me! Sorry." She apologized, then was silent for a brief moment. She breathed in before saying, "Clark?".

"What?" He asked.

"Y-you are happy for me right?" She asked softly, glancing at the ground.

Clark was silent. "L-look, Johanna,"

"Are you happy for me, or not?" Johanna repeated, this time a bit angry.

He breathed in, not wanting to lie anymore. "Well, I- I don't really know..." Clark said.

Johanna looked up at him. "T-tell me what you were going to say." She insisted, a frown sketched onto her face.

"Johanna, I don't think it's right." Clark said.

"Don't think what's right?" She questioned, carefully looking at him.

"She's a girl."

"So?"

"You're a girl."

Johanna stopped walking. "So?"

Clark continued walking, but then stopped, and turned around to face her. "I... I just don't think it's right... That you like a girl when you are a girl. "

"W-what?" Johanna asked angrily but at the same time tears seemed to glisten in her eyes. "Clark, I'm i-in love. A-and l-love is love!" She shouted, now starting to cry a bit.

"Are you sure you're in love?" Clark asked harshly. "Are you sure that she might even like you? What happens if she... If she goes around telling about you! She could hurt you! Make fun of you! I-its not right Johanna!" He yelled.

Johanna gulped, more tears coming down her face now. "W-wow," she said, shaking her head. She wiped a few tears away, but more were coming.

"It's not right." Clark repeated once more, looking at her with daggers in his eyes.

"Y-you're my f-friend," Johanna sobbed, "and all you're doing is making me feel worse!" She cried out. "I-I can't believe that y-you'd say such a thing!" She yelled at him.

Clark remained silent. "Well, Johanna-"

"N-no! S-stop!" Johanna chocked, crying more. "D-don't even talk to me. I don't want to talk to you." She shook her head, backing away. "Y-you know, I thought you were my friend. I thought you were glad that I finally was in love. But," she sniffled, "I guess I-I was wrong."

Clark watched the tears go down her face before she ran back to her house. And the tears were the only thing that reminded Clark that he should feel bad.

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