Flying. Red, blue and yellow. Ice that extended high above it looked like it never ends. Air. Clouds. Knock. Knock.

"Huh. What?"

Knock. Knock.

I wake up from my dreamful sleep and hear a knock on my door. My arms swings over and move the clock face me. 1:30 AM. I growl and wonder who the heck is knocking on my dorm room door at this time in the morning.

I groggily get off of bed to answer. I blink a couple of times when I realize no one was there.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"What the – " before I could finish, I realize where the sound was coming from.

My window.

Lazily walking across the room, my thumb and forefinger split the blinds apart and see Lois with one hand waving to me behind the glass pane and the other holding up Chinese. This girl is crazy!

I lift my window. "Lois," I whisper to her. "What are you doing here?"

She shoved me to the side and crawled through. Oh boy.

"I couldn't sleep so I thought I drop by with food." She spun around to face me. "Chinese?"

I couldn't answer right away. "Uh…"

"Thought so," she completed.

I sigh.

That was the first night she came through my window.

It wouldn't be the last.

After that night, we both find ourselves always in each other's company during a bad day at school. Bad day in general. Even I find myself crawling through her window. We're together even on our good days. We find ourselves together, eating some kind of new dish. Talking. Joking. Playing scrabble.

"Woohoo! Chumpy!" She puts her hands high up in the air before counting down the number of points she accumulated.

"There's no such word like that?" I shake my head in disbelief. They should've just called this game 'colloquially incorrect' instead of Scrabble.

"Of course there is"

"Oh yeah?" I say with an amused brow.

"When someone's a chump, therefore he's chumpy"

I refuse to acknowledge that logic. "Try again"

"Are you challenging me?" She's so cute when she gets grumpy. It's impossible to be offended.

"You bet your sweet little chumpy I am"

But all good things must come to a challenge. Like one of Lex Luthor's dress ball for example. I made the mistake of agreeing to the invitation. Chloe and I went to the black-tie event. I could never get used to these functions. It truly isn't my thing, but Chloe, being the aspiring journalist that she is, and with Lois as her role model, she took it head on.

Mingling with the crowds, she says. Introducing herself as part of her way in networking. I remember a few days ago, Chloe came back from her communications class with a major headache. She complained about her professor's way of teaching and Lois shared a bit detail with her about the subject.

"When you think communication, think networking"

"Networking?"

"Not the routers and switches but the role of networking," she explains further. "Exchanging names isn't enough. You don't just learn their name, you get their number. What they do. Who they hang out with. And then keep a mental snapshot of that information for future purposes. It'll help you in the long run"

I wished she was teaching the course, I'm 100 sure the class would be overflowing with students anxious to learn. Lois has had more experience in the field than most professional journalists out there.

"Enjoying yourself, Clark?" Lex approaches me from the side drinking a tall glass of chilled champagne.

"Hi Lex," I greeted politely. He and I have become socially competitive if not verbally hostile. Our one-time friendship dematerializing with every word uttered between us. I knew a lot of it had to do with the fact his best friend has become my best friend as well.

"I remember the first time you came to one of these. Couldn't even tie a neck tie. Who did that anyway, Chloe?"

"No. Lois"

I should've kept my mouth shut but he was asking for it. He gulped the entire glass down and grabbed another from a passing caterer.

"She'll always be my friend first"

My fist clench together. "So you keep telling me"

"Feel free to walk around, the food's made from the finest," then he left without a single look back. This is what they are now to each other. Enemies but without the blood-gushing and backstabbing.

"You okay, Clark?"

"No, I'm all right Chloe"

"Was that Lex again?"

"Unfortunately"

"What'd you expect? You're in his party"

"Please don't' remind me"

"Come on, let's go find Lois. She has to be around her somewhere."

Looking for Lois is one plan I definitely don't mind pursuing. If there was anything about a Lex Luthor event that proved good to me, it was because Lois and Chloe were both there. Chloe disappeared for a minute before reappearing in front of me.

"On second thought," she began jumpily. "Maybe we should let her be"

I look at her oddly. "What do you mean? Where is she?"

"She's…" Chloe seem to have a hard time explaining and I begin to worry. "She's sort of preoccupied at the moment"

I softly move her aside so I could get through. I rush towards the balcony and catch Lois with another man. He wasn't as tall as me, but he was a couple of inches below my height with combed back dirty blonde hair and an air of sophistication about himself. He worse this tux like he was made in it.

He moved in, slowly, taking her into his arms as Lois wrapped her arms around him intimately.

"Chloe, who is he?" I wanted to listen in but knew it wasn't my place.

"I – don't know," she answered leaving me feeling strange.

Sad.

Jealous.

"Chloe, I really want to go now"

She nodded and took my hand to leave the party. We didn't even tell her we were leaving. My mind worked overtime on the way back to our dorms. Is he her boyfriend? Was she seeing somebody all this time and that's why she didn't want to be involved with me? Why hadn't she mentioned him before, surely it wasn't because I could handle him, I've been in situations like this all the time except…

What I feel is different. She isn't a crush. Nor an infatuation. I don't lust after her as I did with Lana. Or crave for her companionship as I did with Kyla and Alicia. No, it was different this time.

This time, I knew…

I'm in love with her.

To be continued…