A/n: Okay.. I'm not sure if I should continue this.. So tell me what you think so far.
"Ugh..." Lois moaned as she pulled Clark's pillow over her head.
"What is it now?" Clark asked with a sigh as he popped his head into his room.
"Dime sick!" responded Lois as she rolled off of her back and onto her stomach. Now laying face down into the pillow.
"We've established that already." said Clark as he stepped into the doorway, "do you want some soup?" he asked her.
"BO!" yelled Lois. She threw her tissue at him.
"I'm not picking that up." he said as he sat in the chair beside his bed.
He looked around. Lois had taken over his room. His books had been knocked off the shelves and replaced with Lois' college textbooks and various hair care products. Her clothes were haphazardly strewn all over the room and used tissues were everywhere. She obviously disregarded the fact that Clark had placed a garbage can on the other side of the bed for her to use.
"Bo away! Dur gonna bet thick."
Clark had fully understood what she said, but chose to be difficult.
"What did you say?" he asked innocently.
"DUR GONNA GET THICK!"
Clark couldn't supress his laughter. Lois angrily threw another tissue at him.
"Hey! Stop throwing those!" said Clark, "that's what the garbage is for."
"Well you're not a bery good garbage." Lois replied.
"Very funny." Clark said as he got up to pick up the tissues. Lois groaned.
"Bo away!"
He dropped the tissues into the garbage can.
"Gladly."
He knew that it would only be a matter of five minutes until Lois called him back into the room. She was too demanding. He went down into the kitchen and got himself a glass of orange juice. He sighed as he sat down at the kitchen counter. Lois was getting to him. He checked his watch as he drank his orange juice. Sure enough, "CLARRRK!"
He sighed as he made his way up the stairs.
"Can I have that soup now?" Lois asked.
He gave her a piercing stare.
"Okay this is the last thing I'm doing for you." he said as he placed the soup on the bedside table.
Lois was a wreck. Her hair was tangled, her nose was red, her eyes were watery. Not to mention her pajamas. She looked like she'd been wearing them since she was five. She propped herself up on her elbows.
"It better be good."
Clark seated himself in the chair beside the bed as Lois brought the spoon to her lips. She immediately scrunched up her face.
"UGH! This soup sucks! who made it?"
"My mom did." Clark replied.
"Did I mention how good it was?" she asked, as she quickly slurped it down.
In all actuality, Clark had made the soup. But Lois didn't need to know that. He smiled.
A/n: Should I continue it? Is it okay so far?
