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"Clark?"
We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. I noticed every single detail from his old leather shoes to his thick, black hair. I saw that he was holding what looked like casserole. Clark was about to say something, but before any words could escape his mouth, I slammed the door shut.
As soon as the door closed, my legs gave out, and I sank to the floor. What is he doing here? Out of all places, he goes to Metropolis, and out of all the apartment buildings in Metropolis, he chooses this one!
"Lois?"
"Nobody's home." Really Lois? Way to make him think that you're childish...Wait, why should I care what he thinks?
"Lois, I'm pretty sure you're home."
I had to think fast. I shot up off the floor, and tried to look calm and collected. I opened the door and tried not to panic. I tried to think of something to say, but I was speechless. I couldn't think of anything. No rude comments. No sarcastic remarks. Nothing. God, Clark Kent, the things you do to me. As I stood there like an idiot, Clark invited himself in before I could protest.
I wanted to kick his ass out of my home, but I couldn't do it for some odd reason. We started to stare at each other again awkwardly. Clark put the casserole on my kitchen counter and started to look around.
"This is some place you got here." Clark said trying to break the silence. "It's very . . . Lois." I gave him the 'what's that suppose to mean stare'. "I just mean that this apartment is unique and"
"And what?"
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Of course you didn't, but I'm sorry that we can't all live in a five-star farm, Smallville."
"Oh, c'mon Lois. That wasn't what I meant."
"Of course it wasn't what you meant. It was just what you said." I was furious, and my face was boiling.
"I guess I better go." Good guess. "I hope you enjoy the casserole." He opened the door and started to go out the door. "I'll see you around, Lois." he said before he closed the door completely.
The next few days were hell. Every time I left my apartment, I had to take all precautions into making sure that I wouldn't run into Clark. I continued my panic attack over the week, so I decided to call Chloe. Chloe was the greatest cousin ever especially because she was the greatest friend ever. I think Chloe is the only one who can tolerate me when I rant. I guess it's because she can read my mind so well, so I wasn't the least bit surprised when she came over to my apartment with Chinese take-out ready to listen to all my problems.
"Lois, it can't be that bad?"
"You think living in the same building with your ex isn't bad?!" She was about to say something but I interrupted her. "Do you know how much Clark has impacted my days by living right across the hall? I have been in full on ninja mode just to try to avoid seeing him each and every morning."
"Lois, don't you ever wonder that maybe the reason that you're avoiding him is because you two didn't have any closure when your relationship ended?"
Yes. "No." Chloe gave me a look. Why do you have to be right about everything. "Closure isn't going to solve anything."
"Really?" I nodded. "So you're just avoid him for the rest of your life?"
"Not the rest of my life."
"Lois, whether you like it or not, you two need to talk."
"Need is a very strong word that a lot of people misuse."
"Ok, fine. Why don't we just drop the subject and talk about something other than Clark Kent?"
"Finally." After we stopped talking about Clark Kent, we decided to just continue to finish our take-out and watch some movies.
Clark's Point of View
I know eavesdropping is bad, but I couldn't help it. Literally. They were talking about me and for some reason, I felt a little happy . . . a little hopeful. She does care or at least sort of. She wouldn't go through all that trouble trying to avoid me if she still didn't have feelings for me, right Clark? . . . No, stop. Stop thinking about Lois. Stop thinking about how great she looks after, No stop. Shut up, Clark. A headache was forming. I guess I'm just over-thinking things. God, the things you do to me, Lois Lane.
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