My First Flashes Collection of SkepticGirl1&SmallvilleGuy online chats.

By Clarica

AN: It's a tentative and a work in progress.

Just recently I've read LOIS LANE-FALLOUT by Gwenda Bond and I'm completely captivated by this new version of the young Lois Lane/SkepticGirl1 with her mysterious friend SmallvilleGuy and their online chats as SkepticGirl1&SmallvilleGuy got me inspired with the following flashed I posted first in my Clois blog. I hope you'll read and enjoy them.

Read the Gwenda Bond's novel 'LOIS LANE-FALLOUT' first, it's amazing! And you'll have a better understanding of these short flashes...

Chapter 1- A series of shots

1. A picture of Shelby in the SmallvilleGuy truck.

I was sitting at my desk in my room that late afternoon. I was seriously hoping for an early call for dinner that failed to come. A pile of school books on one side of it was waiting for my attention while I was absently staring at the screen in front of me, expecting some sort of signal, when some words materialized under a giant picture of Shelby in what seemed the back seat of a old fashioned truck.

SmallvilleGuy had just sent me a picture.

The legend of that peculiar shot came from my mysterious friend "This is Shelby with me in the truck on the way home earlier."

My prompt reply as SkepticGirl1 slipped spontaneously from my head as I typed my thoughts for him to read "Careful there, Mystery Boy, with all the pics you've been showing me lately I have more clues about where you might live…"

There was a long pause after my sharp words in the white and I was afraid to have scared him off with my sarcasm, but then his new words popped up on the screen "Lois, I really want to tell you more about me."

Now more than ever I could really trust his words. After all, he was the guy that told his parents about me and our online friendship. For what I know we were more closed to each other than any physical friend could ever be...At least I felt this way for him, so I wrote my comeback "But you can't. I know... You know what can you do?"

I didn't give him the time to respond. "Tell Shelby everything you'd let me know about you" I hit the buttons on the keyboard like I had every term stamped on my mind "and when we'll finally meet for real, he will confirm or deny your truth."

"Okay," was his positive reaction "it's a deal."

2. A series of panoramic picture of Greece.

Doing my homework as usual, I didn't notice that SmallvilleGuy was already inside our top-secret chat room and when I peeped at the screen of my laptop his online name was pulsing in bold Baskerville fonts. Was he waiting for me to write something to him?

I'd sent SmallvilleGuy a series of pictures, earlier, from my Art class of this morning. My homework consisted in drawing whatever those images inspired me and I was trying to focus on them when I also signed in our top-secret chat as in autopilot mode. "So, what do you think of these pics, Mystery Boy?" was my first attempt to him.

"They are undeniably breath-taking." He typed me consequently.

"I know right? And do you want to know what I particularly like about those photos? The colors! The display of the primary colors are like poetry in this contest, so immersed in the beauty of the white... Maybe I sound like a sap but I do love the primary colors."

"Well I'm a sap too because I have a thing for them..." he typed "They are my favorites."

That unexpected revelation left me without words for a moment and knowing now that he had a preference for red, blue and yellow made me melt a little. I slid down from my chair losing my balance and grinning at myself. My mysterious friend didn't know how many clothes I had been wearing with those three colors.

"I know my dad would be very proud of me right now..." was my explanation.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because he would think he taught me right." I specified, "red, blue and white, the glorious colors of our USA flag. But I'm beyond that because I love yellow too. Later, Mystery Boy."

And with that I signed off the chat.

3. After a picture of violet flowers.

Violet like the real color of your eyes. By Clarica

"Did I catch you? Are you still online?" I saw the words SmallvilleGuy had just sent my way.

"Not for long…" I typed him back "I have to go eat… It's lunch time with the entire family. Major issue."

"Okay, I'll be quick." Was his sudden reply "I took this pic outside this morning" He continued, "and it made me think about the color of your eyes…Is there a resemblance?"

That turned my face in a crimson shade. I knew after our first sort of encounter on the virtual game WW3 things between us were a little more, I don't know…Entwined? He had thought about the color of my eyes, for real. That meant something, right? Maybe something more… I'd left my sign on him somehow. I touched his words on the screen looking at the pic above them and started typing him back.

"Maybe, someday soon," I wrote "I'll send you a close up picture of me so you can see it for yourself."

"Now I really can't wait to see it." Those words caused an immediate shiver along my spine.

"It's beautiful, by the way..." I was blushing trying to recover from that unexpected emotion and as my fingertips moved on the keyboard I reminded myself that he couldn't see my face, "I mean" I felt utterly confused "– your picture of the flowers is beautiful."

I didn't want to read any reply from him right now. That was enough for me, so I logged out and went downstairs. The next day, when I switched on my laptop his last words were still there.

"It's for you."

Working with my imagination on SkepticGirl1&SmallvilleGuy online chats. FALLOUT-LOIS LANE Fandom. Your reviews are always welcome.