Authors Note: Hey so I am so sorry to all of my readers. I would have updated sooner but this has been a ridiculous couple of weeks. I got the news that my aunt died, then I had to go to her Memoriam the week after, then it was finals week and then spring break. So here is a long overdue chapter and the next one hopefully will be up sometime tomorrow. I really do feel bad about how long this update took so I hope to make it up to you. I really appreciated the feedback for this story and hope I continue to do this story justice. This chapter is somewhat of a flashback and a quick opinion from Jovilette about the future. Anyways, enjoy!
A year or so ago, I don't know I'm losing track
My colleagues and I were sitting around the dinner table as we were gossiping about the latest news: Superman. Superman was apparently some alien superhero that had taken force to Metropolis a couple years ago. I had tried not to be like every other girl and hope that one day he would come and rescue me, but secretly I was 'fangirling' every time I heard something about him. I mean with dimples that cute and his hair as black as night and eyes as blue as the Mediterranean, he was extremely hard NOT to fantasize about. But as the years went on he was just a simple dream I had every now and again, but reality became more and more evident that I would never see him in person. But it was always fun to see what he would do next and all the people's lives he had saved that month.
But recently Superman had saved my friend Lois Lane for the third time that year. She would always recall the moments she had spent with him to me and it always took me by surprise that he was so open and so closed off at the same time with her. She would always tell me that he would warn her to stay out of trouble and be extremely gentle with her but he never gave any clues away that he had a personal life. This last time he had saved her and many others from a bomb in a political building, don't ask me which one because I have no clue.
It seemed to, not just me but the entire city of Metropolis, that Superman and Lois Lane were dating on the sly. However, every time I saw her I would ask her and she would sadly tell me that the relationship they had was strictly platonic even though she tried to make several moves. I was just jealous she even was able to spend time with him.
I remember the one time that I briefly saw him fly over the zoo where I worked. It was just a flash of blue and red in the air but I knew it was him. That was the closest I got to the caped wonder.
While my colleagues and I were sitting at the table in our favorite restaurant, talking crap about our boss, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse and read the text that Lois had sent me. I know being single with me is a blast but I also know how you have wanted a man in your life for some time. There's a guy that I work with who is notoriously single and I think you two would get along famously. I sighed as I rested my head in my hand. Lois was right, I was tired of doing the flings and the one night stands but I wasn't sure if I could trust Lois' judgment. Sure she had a great taste in men but I hated being set up by other people. I thought about what my reply should be when I got another text from her. Don't be a baby. His name is Clark Kent, great reporter; I'll give him your number. Don't blow him off. I stared at my phone in shock- what a jerk! She didn't even wait for my reply! My coworkers noticed my face in shock as Sandy, the ever boisterous one, had to comment.
"Ooooh Jo has that look on her face like someone pissed in her drink. What happened Jo-Jo?" She asked curiously.
"Apparently Lois just set me up and I had no say in it whatsoever!" I stated angrily.
"Who is the lucky man?" The handsome Ken asked.
"Clark Kent? Why does his name sound familiar?" I looked around the table and everyone's eyes were showing clear signs of shock.
"Uhhh do you read much of the Daily Planet?" Michael, the funny man asked.
"Not really, why?" I was ashamed I wasn't more involved in the local culture.
"He's one of Metropolis' best writers. He's clear competition for Lois Lane, but he does more realistic writing. She writes about Superman and he writes about government policies and conflicts that are occurring here in the city. So the fact that she set you up with one of Metropolis' most eligible bachelor is pretty cool." Michael stated simply. He added, "But of course if you don't believe MY word for it, Google him." I pondered that as I saw a text from an unknown number, gee wonder who that could have been.
Is this the number for Jovilette? Lois is blackmailing me into texting you because apparently I am "such a loser" and "need friends".
I laughed after I had read those lines carefully. I picked up my phone and I showed all of my coworkers and everyone except for Ken were cheering for me to say something spit-fiery back. Pondering what I should reply Sandy snatched my phone and texted something. Lord knows what that woman just texted this eligible bachelor but I could only imagine the worst. Her text was probably something along the lines of "Of course this is Jovilette and of course you can take me to bed" or "Yes this is her and yes I would love to do the horizontal mambo with you." But luckily she showed me the text before she sent it and I had to laugh at what her reply was.
Why yes this is Jovilette. Is this the infamous Clark Kent I have heard so much about? Unluckily or luckily for you, whichever you prefer, I have no friends either and I too am a loser.
She nailed it because that was something that I would have said and that alone proved to me I had chosen my friends well. I sent a smile at her and nodded my head encouraging her to send it. She pressed the button and gave my phone back to me. As my friends continued to talk my mind was beginning to wander. Their voices slowly faded into the background as I was picturing what life would be like if there was a man in the picture. Would I turn into some clingy girl? I sure as hell hoped not. Would I devote my schedule to him instead of myself? Again, I hoped not. I just was never sure of myself anymore because a lot of my girl friends used to be independent and feisty but ever since they have been in relationships or gotten married they have became boring doormats. They never thought for themselves anymore and everything revolved around their partner. I didn't want to be like that. Minutes passed by and I was in la-la land when I heard my phone vibrate again on the table and looked at the reply.
Okay well we can be losers together, I don't mind. Call me old-fashioned but I would rather get to know you in person rather than over the phone. What do you say? You, me and a museum next Friday?
I smiled at his response and my stomach was doing flips at the thought of going on a date with him. And the fact that he wanted to meet at a museum was so cool, since I was the biggest nerd and loved going there. I replied with something funny and agreed to his terms. He said something along the lines of: he couldn't wait to meet me and he would see me then. I sighed, as that was the cue I shouldn't text him anymore so I stashed my phone away and got back into the conversation of Sandy's latest antics.
Little did I know back then that the guest of honor in my dreams was going to be my boyfriend. I had no idea that the hero of not only Metropolis, but also the world was going to take me out to dinner and watch movies with me. The man going to hold my hand and holding my doors open for me was the one that rescued people from natural disasters and stopped the evil in this world from harming anyone.
My life has been forever changed since then and I know it has been all for good. Life has thrown me so many curveballs I usually just bat them away without so much as a blink, but this curveball I had to catch and look at curiously, because what I am going to do with this new information, I had no idea. All I knew was that I was going to be held responsible for holding such a valuable secret, the identity of the one and only Superman, and I couldn't tell a single soul. That, funny enough, wasn't going to be the hard part. Oh no, the hard part was going to be not letting this information affect my life. I was going to have to try and remain calm whenever Superman was in a dangerous fight, or leaving the planet for some intergalactic business, or even not getting jealous at the passes all the women and men threw at him. I had to remain the ignorant vanilla girl that was nothing special. Not the one that knew where Superman's lair was, or where he worked, or even what he ate for breakfast on Saturday mornings. Nope. I didn't know any of these things. I was just dating the humble Clark Kent who spilt his coffee on me on occasion, stepped on my feet sometimes, and remains the gentle giant with a fierce knowledge of his beloved city.
Yes, Clark Kent was who I was in love with and who I would continue to be in a relationship with. Superman was an outsider I was just getting to know. I had yet to take a look into the heart and soul of the Man of Steel but he would always take second place to the glasses wearing reporter that stole my heart months ago. Being the world's champion had nothing to do with how much I would love him. But being the world's champion would affect our relationship in ways I could never predict.