A/N: Been awhile, huh? I haven't given up on it, I just have been busy with other things. It might be awhile before I post the next chapter after this. I'm going to try to write a few chapters first, that way I can keep posting the chapters even if I haven't had time to write.

It's Sunday and Clark's parents are out to Metropolis for the day, leaving Clark the house to himself. His chores are down and he sits down on the couch to watch the first race of the Nascar season, the Daytona 500.

Clark flips on the TV and watches as they interview a few drivers before the race. A reporter walks up to a black and silver #29 car and sticks his microphone in through the window as the driver straps himself in.

"We're here with Kevin Harnik as he gets ready to go. So, Kevin, how are your chances to win today's race?" The reporter asks.

"I think our chances are good. We have a fast car…" Kevin starts to answer and Clark begins to think of Amy.

I wonder what she's doing right now. The phone rings, interrupting his thoughts.

Clark picks up the phone. "Hello?" He answers.

"Clark! Are you busy? Who cares, I need your help…" Lois's voice rambles away.

"Hi Lois, it depends… What do you need my help with?" Clark asks.

"Depends, huh? Anyway, I've kind of run into a snag on my article. Could you come over and give me some help?" She asks.

Clark groans. "Do you have any idea what day it is?"

"Um, Sunday? The day no one plans anything, and a day you don't have school?" Lois says.

"For your information, the Daytona 500 is today." Clark tells her.

"Oh, well I'll just come over there."

"Fine, as I can see your not going to give up." He agrees.

"Clark, come on. You know you love me when I bother you, you just won't admit it." She teases him.

You're right, I won't admit it." Clark smiles. "Bye, Lois."

"Bye." Lois says and hangs up. Clark hangs up the phone and sets it down, turning his attention back to the race.

A little while later, the sound of Lois's car comes up the driveway and stops in front of the house. She walks up the steps and opens the door, inviting herself in.

"Clark?" She calls.

"In here." Clark answers, not leaving the couch. Lois walks into the room and sits down beside him.

"This is what you couldn't miss?" She asks, looking at the TV. "They're barely even moving! What, are they going five miles per hour?"

"Actually, more like 190. It's a big track, it only looks like they're going slower." Clark tells her.

"Well, it still looks that way." Lois responds.

Clark turns to her. "Did that afternoon watching me in Metropolis have any effect on you?"

"It's going to take a lot more than watching you practice for an hour and a half to change my opinion about how boring it is." Lois tells him.

"Maybe you could… watch it with me?" Clark suggests.

"I guess I could, since I won't be getting any answers out of you from my questions." She agrees.

Lois ends up watching the rest of the race with Clark and she gets more information for her article. Both of them walk into the kitchen to find something to eat.

"I'm starving, I barely had anything to eat for lunch. Chloe and her dad never have enough food in their house." Lois says and sits down at the table.

Clark opens the fridge and pokes around a few containers. "How about this leftover half of pizza I have in here?"

"Sure, sounds good." She agrees. Clark picks up the pizza box and shuts the door with his foot. Lois flips open the box and grabs a piece, taking a bite. Clark just stares at her. "What?"

"Uh, nothing… I just thought you would want it heated up." Clark answers.

"Pizza is best cold. Try some." Lois insists.

"Ok…" Clark says hesitantly and takes a bite. "Good." He agrees and takes another bite.

Lois and Clark sit at the table with the empty pizza box lying open.

"I guess I should go." Lois says and starts to get up.

"Go?" Clark asks, as if he didn't want this time to come.

Lois laughs. "Yeah, Clark. As in… leave."

"I know, I just thought we could watch a movie or something." He suggests.

"Oh, are you actually asking me to stay?" Lois asks, surprised.

"I'm just as surprised as you are." Clark says with a smile.

"So, what should we watch?" She asks, walking into the living room.

Clark and Lois sit on the couch, watching as the movie plays. Well, Lois is anyway. Clark is interested in something else. Something that's beautiful…

Did you just say 'beautiful'? This is Lois you are talking about. The girl you weren't remotely attracted to a few months ago.

"Clark? The movie is on the screen, not on me." Lois says, bringing Clark out of his thoughts.

Clark smiles. "Oh, right."

Lois looks back at Clark a few minutes later and notices his smile is still there. She pauses the movie and turns to Clark. "Ok, Smallville. What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He answers.

"So, you ready to tell me what you were thinking about?" Lois asks.

"Oh… no. You don't want to know that." Clark tells her.

"Yes I do, tell me." She insists.

"Ok, ok. I was just thinking, how much you get on my nerves and all the other places I'd rather be." Clark says and hides back his laugh.

"No you weren't." Lois laughs. "Just admit it, you… love me." She says and shoves him. Clark lets her push him over.

"Love you?" Clark laughs. "I…" He shoves her back, a little harder than he wanted to. Lois falls over the arm of the couch and on to floor. "Oops."

Clark x-rays the couch and notices that Lois isn't moving. "Lois? Lois!" Clark says and runs around to the other side. "Come on, Lois. Wake up." He begs, more hoping than anything. Clark reaches up to her face, and checks to see if she's breathing. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices her finger move.

That's funny, I just could swore her finger moved.

Lois opens her eyes and shoves back on his chest. She takes him by surprise and is able to roll over on top of him.

She smiles. "You really cared I was hurt."

"Of course I did. But, you're right. I did lie, I was thinking about something else." Clark tells her.

"Clark…" Lois starts, but is cut off. Clark reaches up and kisses her lips. Lois reaches her arms around him and kisses back. After what seems like forever, they break the kiss. They just lay still, looking into each other's eyes, too stunned to move.

The door opens and they scramble up off each other. Clark's parents walk in as Clark and Lois straighten their clothes. "Clark! We're… oh, hi Lois." Martha smiles.

Lois fights to keep her face the same color. "Hi, Mrs. Kent."

"What's… going on here?" Martha asks, noticing their odd expressions.

"Lois just fell. I uh… was just helping her up." Clark says.

Nice. That should lower their suspicions.

"I was just leaving. I'll see you later, Clark." Lois says and rushes out.

"Clark, you mind telling us what you and Lois were doing on the floor?" Jonathon asks.

"Lois came over so I could help her with the article she's writing." Clark explains.

"And is her article on hardwood floors?" He asks.

"No. We were just playing around. She pushed me, I pushed her. Ya know how Lois teases." Clark tells them.

"If we wouldn't have came home, that playing around wouldn't turn into… would it?" Jonathon asks.

"No! No dad, of course not. This is Lois we're talking about." Clark says.

"Ok. Would you mind getting the bags from the truck?" He asks.

"Yeah, no problem." Clark says and heads outside.