None of that mattered, because Clark loved her. Lois could see it in his eyes and feel it in the way his thumb ran over the back of her hand.
That’s quite the unexpected turn of events. And, of course, You’d think I *noticed* that the italic parts are dreams, right? Or, remember, for that part…
The Toasters? No, a gigantic green Jello-like fist came from behind and grabbed her, retracting back into the dancehall. Clark fought the crowd to go after her, but there were too many people. She could hear him yelling for her, muffled with the echoed sounds of chaos. Suddenly, the green fist held her in front of its face. A Jello-like Godzilla.
Frustrated after months of unrequited love of her self-proclaimed best friend, Lois had blown up over something little — about what she couldn’t remember.
Huh. Didn’t expect that one.
She had informed Clark that if he was going to keep acting in a certain way, she never wanted to have anything more to do with him. He had tried to make up with her — claiming he didn’t want to lose her as a friend, as a partner. But she couldn’t stand having him so near, yet not close enough to touch.
See? That’s what he gets for not suggesting make-up sex, instead.
He was the reason her story hadn’t been good enough to be nominated for a Kerth.
Yes! And you just remember that one. Chocolate bar, Lois?
The remodel of the Sewage Reclamation Facility? Ugh. Perry. No! Been there. Don’t want to go back.
But she already knows the lay of the land. And she can remark on the details of the remodel.
She bet Clark wasn’t even considered for the story about the remodel of the Sewage Reclamation Facility.
No. That would be considered animal cruelty. Since the mosquitoes would ruin their proboscis.
Try it from different angles. You’ll be amazed what you can come up with.”
Mosquito larvae?
“Ms. Lane?”
Lois turned to look at her boss. Perry never called her that unless she was in deep doo-doo.
“You shouldn’t have opened Lois’s Superman file…” Clark insisted as something inside of him made him draw nearer. Did Lois have a secret Superman file?
Uh-oh.
Lying in bed. Nothing to do. No energy. No hunger. No desire to read or watch TV. Only thoughts to keep me company. Thoughts of... Him. When I think of him I’m no longer lonely. I dream of things we could do if he cared for me as I do for him.
Uh-oh.
Lois not caring who won? Lois?
Well. Nightmare. Isn’t she allowed to have them?
“Do you want to tell me what had you so focused that you knocked Jimmy out of the chair?” his boss asked.
Clark hadn’t! He glanced over at Jimmy who was rubbing his bicep. He gulped. Had he? This obsession with Lois was quickly getting out of hand.
Oops?
