Summary: Lois has an obsessed meteor freak stalking her and putting her life at risk. In order to protect her, Clark reveals to her his secret and proposes. Proposes to pose as a married couple, that is. Do new identities also come with new feelings? Or are these fake too?
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Previously on Forged I.D.'s and I Do's:
"We have to convince him, and everyone." Clark sighed, surrendering. "Once we walk through that door," he said, pointing at the entryway. "We're not Clark Kent and Lois Lane. We're Tod and Erin, married, and in love. ...It's going to be weird and hard, but its just going to have to be."
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"I guess... its finally time to get into... um, Married-Mode."
She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted in fear. "And what exactly does 'Married-Mode' consist of...?"
He gulped, afraid of what his answer should be. "Um..."
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"I want that picture you took in my hands by the end of the day so I can burn it." Lois said, speaking of the priceless snapshot Jimmy took when walking in the apartment, after finding Clark and Lois in a compromising position.
"Here. Give this to Lois," Jimmy said, his hands shaking."I can't do it, man. She's scary." Jimmy said, handing him what looked like a small sheet of paper. He held it in his hands. Once getting a better look at it, he saw it wasn't paper after all, It was a picture. To be exact, the picture that Jimmy took when he and Chloe walked in on Lois and himself playing Strip Poker. He didn't have much time to contemplate it because he noticed Jimmy eyes open wide when Lois began to walk towards them. He shoved the picture in his back pocket, lucky she hadn't noticed.
Later on that day, he couldn't give her the picture. Maybe he didn't want to... He slid the photo under the couch cushions, hiding it from curious hazel eyes.
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"Kiss... Me." he whispered in the dead air.
Clark took in a breath and bravely dove for her face, pressing his lips against Lois' parted mouth, shutting her up in mid-sentence. She found herself paralyzed, for she.. Lois Lane was kissing.. Clark Kent.
Her body shook in his arms not knowing how to react to her emotions. He hugged her tighter, his left hand cupping the side of her face, the other on her lower back. Finally relaxing, she wrapped her arms around his neck, twirling his hair around her fingers. She softly sucked his top lip, her feelings pouring over him. Wait- Feelings? Lois tensed up at the thought, but soon found herself torn away from the idea. They found themselves lost in each other, discovering the other's weaknesses and strengths. But then, something happened. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open. She looked at her surroundings. Something was wrong. She slid a hand over his chest, tearing his lips away from hers. They stared at each other in silence, knowing that things would never be the same.
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He took a step closer, slowly closing distance between them.
"What are you doing?" Lois whispered, finding it difficult to tear her eyes away from his luring lips that hung a few inches from her own.
Suddenly, the curtain slid open, the sound causing Lois' head to snap in its direction. "What are you doing in here? I could have been changing." Lois said, avoiding Clark's piercing blue eyes.
"Lois- I think you know."
"No, I don't. What are you talking about?"
"I'm just going to come out and say it... Living with you has been a roller coaster, and there are times where I want to tape your mouth shut and roll my eyes to no extent,"
Lois squinted her eyes, unsure of what has happening. "Clark where are you trying to go with this?" He nodded, continuing, "but most of the time... I think I have these feelings,"
Lois held up a hand. "Stop."
"What?" Clark asked, shocked.
She shook her head violently. "Please, don't finish."
As he stared into her frightened hazel eyes, he felt his heart sink into a deep abyss of unreturned feelings. With one last movement, he slowly unzipped her dress and reluctantly broke away from her. "I'll be outside."
Lois nodded dumbly, a numb sensation overriding her system. As she slowly stepped out of her dress, she found it almost impossible to look at herself in the mirror.
'What did I just do?'
Forged I.D.'s and I Do's
by Chinita92
Chapter Thirteen:
REVERSE
Reverse:-noun
1. opposite or contrary in position, direction, order, or character
2. an adverse change of fortune; a misfortune, check, or defeat
What did I just do?, that question continued to swim around in Lois' mind. Clark was just such a good person, so sweet, funny, charming, and even a little nerdy. Lois smiled quietly just thinking about him. He was also always there for her, during the good and the bad. And then there were pivotal moments they shared, that made a part of her closer to him. Closer than she ever thought...
Feeling empty and discouraged, Lois squinted one eye, and with the other, looked into Clark's telescope. She kept trying to fight the knot in her throat, knowing she should be strong for The General, and for Lucy. She would find her, she vowed that she would. She sighed hoping in some remote way to find comfort in the stars.
Suddenly she heard Clark's deep voice fill the room, "I thought you said, that telescopes were for geeks and stalkers." She swiftly turned around, attempting to cover the telescope with her body as best as she could. Resigning to the fact that he had seen her, she cooked up a reply.
"Yeah, well as was proven over the last few days.. I can seriously misjudge people."
Her mind raced in the awkwardness after opening up to Clark. She brewed up a new topic.
"You know, if you've come here to kick me off the farm- I completely understand." She set her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.
Clark's face began to grimace, as he slowly squeezed his hands into his jean's pockets. "Yeah. Um," he took a few steps closer, "actually I came here to tell you we have food in the oven," Lois began to nod, feeling stupid all of the sudden.
"-if you're hungry."
"-Thanks." The Kent's were the nicest people she'd ever known, including Clark. It never failed to throw her off when they... when he was so kind to her.
She found herself staring silently into his eyes, and all he managed to do was smile sheepishly.
"How you holding up?" he asked.
"I just got off the phone with The General."
Clark's face took a dramatic change, "Oh. That was all the screaming I heard from the house."
"Yeah." She smiled a little awkward, and a little proud. "Well apparently he is very disappointed in me- for letting this happen, and as far as our family chain of command goes, I am the weakest link."
Clark smiled sadly, "I'm sorry."
Sorry?
"Don't be. You know, there's something cathartic about telling a three-star general to go to hell." She turned around, once again feeling a knot form in her throat. Her eyes began to water, and was thankful he couldn't see her. "You know all these years I thought I had my sister pegged. But, uh," she shook her head and turned around. "In reality? She's a complete stranger to me."
Clark nodded silently, "Even if that were true, I think that if she called you tomorrow, you'd be there in a second to help her."
She stared, amazed at how well he knew her considering they had met a few weeks earlier.
"Yeah, I would... she's my sister." she said and shrugged. She bit her lip and blinked a few times.
He smiled while nodding, then took a few steps closer. "I don't think Lucy is all that bad."
It was at that moment that Lois had to force herself to shove any fuzzy feelings to the back of her mind. Because it was then that she realized that she had never met anybody, any guy, that was as great and genuine as Smallville was. She didn't know it then, but she would later long for someone like Clark. The way she longed now for, not a man like Clark, but the man Clark had become.
She cocked her head to the side. "You're amazing Smallville."
He looked at her and furrowed his eyebrows, feeling lost and confused. "You always look for the best in people, even when they walk all over you."
He understood and smiled. "I guess that explains why we're friends."
"Oh, we're friends now?"
"Well, I mean if- I won't tell anybody if you don't." He stared back at her, his eyes exuding confidence. She nodded slowly as he began to smile widely She walked past him, but not before punching his arm in a customary manner. He turned around to watch her go, and their eyes quickly met as she stopped at the top of the stairs. Little did she know, that Clark had continued to stare at the spot where she had stood long after she was gone.
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After the events from earlier that week, all Lois could think about was moving out of Clark's room and having the Talon apartment all to herself. As they set her boxes down on the counter, Chloe had stopped by to show them her first byline in The Daily Planet.
"Congratulations." they had both said in unison. They looked at each other, annoyed and confused.
"Thanks, but you deserve half the credit. I mean, I'd still be playing point guard at the pet obituary hotline if it weren't for you two."
"Ah, It says here Interpol was able to arrest them due to an anonymous tip." He eyed Chloe, waiting for her reply on that.
She avoided the matter, and eyed the empty apartment."About that heavy lifting..." she said and left.
"Uhu.." Clark said, and continued reading the paper. He began to walk to the doorway, leaving a bashful Lois behind.
"Clark?"
He turned around, waiting for her to speak up. She walked up to him, closing the majority of the distance.
"Look, I'm not great at this, so just keep your mouth shut and listen up." He eyed her scared and terrified. What had he thought she would say?
"Even though I was kicking butt on the helicopter.. it was, really nice to have backup... and you didn't have to come after me, but you always do. So I wanted to say Thank You- you're a really good friend."
Clark smiled sheepishly as he was about to leave, only to be interrupted by Lois once again.
"Oh, and uh, about the lap dance.. If you decide to tell anybody about it?" She took a breath,"Your Elmer Fudd night-light will make a very public appearance." She smiled flirtatiously, and let an embarrassed Clark walk out the door, speaking up as he stopped at the hallway. "Aye, Aye,"
He turned around and smiled, "Sailor."
Lois cocked her head to the side, watching him go and it was she who then continued to gaze at the spot where Clark had once stood. She puckered her lips, amused at his behavior. And in the solitude of her new apartment, Lois smiled like an idiot.
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A million questions ate at her, and the worst part about it, is she could never get the answers. She always hated Valentine's Day. If only she had trusted her gut, to let Jimmy go to the Talon's V-Day party alone. But no.. he insisted that she should get out of the apartment and have some fun. And yes she did have fun, but 1: it was with CLARK (!!!!) and 2: she didn't remember any of it. It always came back to that. She began to think though.. did she want to remember it? She rubbed a wet towel over her temporary tattoo as she inspected its appearance in the mirror before her. She sighed. 'Clark and Lois Forever.' She snorted bitterly. The irony of it all. Clark still had feelings for Lana, and she still had feelings for Oliver, and the two most emotionally unavailable people get busy and don't remember a thing about said business, and the only keepsake they had was a cheap temporary tattoo. She decided she shouldn't keep thinking about.. She snorted once again. Who was she kidding?! She grabbed her keys from off the counter. At least she shouldn't think about it alone.
She found herself at the barn, after having knocked on the screen door of the yellow Kent house and receiving no answer. At the bottom of the loft's stairs, she took a second the rethink her decision to come see him. Without making up her mind, she decided to just wing it.
"Clark! Girl Alert!" She raced up the stairs, skipping ever other step. She found that she was anxious to see him. She stopped in her tracks when she not only found Clark, but also his mom. She gulped.
"Oh.. Sorry Mrs. Kent." Maybe it had been a better idea to have stayed home? But, all Martha did was smile and affectionately pat her arm when leaving. Great. Alone, with Clark.
"Hey Lois." he said, apparently not happy to see her. He put his large hands on his hips, waiting for Lois to start talking the way she always did.
"Yeah. Hi." They stared at each other awkwardly. Lois rubbed her hands together, 'I knew I should have not come.' she thought. She was tempted to just leave, but she would stay and be brave.
"Well I... talked to Chloe," Lois began, walking up the rest of the steps. "and uh, she filled me in on.." she took in a breath,"Lois gone Wild." she said, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "But, I'm just missing a few details... about Us."
Clark swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. She sighed, and grabbed her yellow collar, pulling it outward exposing her inkwork. She rolled her eyes,"Like this."
Clark didn't need to look at Lois' indication, for he had gotten a much better view of her tattoo the night before. He stood confidently, crossing his arms. "Wow Lois, I had no idea." he said, with dry sarcasm.
Annoyed, Lois glared at him, "Save it Smallville, I was obviously on something." she spat while walking over to the couch. She made herself comfortable, crossing her jean-clad legs over his coffee table. "Thank god the ink wears off in a week." she said, scratching the flesh that sported the red heart and binding script. She sighed, and clasped her hands together in a cheerful manner. She smiled up at him, and Clark simply eyed her back, his arms still crossed. Being consumed with further silence, Lois shared the bright side of it all.
"Well, it's best that neither of us remembers.. I mean I can't really even picture the two of us, uh..." she stopped, not able to bring herself from sayingit.
Clark raised his eyebrows, her behavior peaking his curiosity. She avoided his eyes, casting them downward. She then felt compelled to voice her fear. "You don't think..." She looked up, "that we..."
A smile spread on Clark's lips as he stepped further. "Think that we what?" he asked evilly.
She sighed. Damn him. He wanted to hear her say it. She took a breath, her arm gesturing further. "You know..." she said, standing up from her seat. "that we..?" she asked, her head slightly nodding further. Clark smiled, raising his eyebrows while leaning in mischievously. Lois raised her own eyebrows and brought her shoulders up, a pleading look on her face. He couldn't keep teasing her after that, so he answered her question. "No Lois."
She sighed relieved. "I think I'd remember." he said. She squinted up at him, a smile forming. "Yeah... 'Course you would.." she said and brought her hand up to his arm, patting his shoulder amiably, "highlight of your life." She began to walk down the stairs when Clark called out from behind her, "Though I did find something."
She turned around, terrified of what his discovery had been. When she thought of it, she couldn't find her pair of blue lace panties that morning. He turned around, opening the top right drawer of his desk. To her relief, he pulled out a flat plastic object. He turned it over for her to see... it was a CD case. "I think you made it for me."
He handed her the object and she read it's cover. Not knowing the importance of it, Clark stood nonchalantly, watching her hold the CD. Still not believing what her eyes were seeing, she furrowed her brow. "Whitesnake." she gulped, shifting her weight onto her next leg. She flipped the cover to its other side, "Wow... I must have really liked you." She looked up at him, his face becoming expressionless. Two things ran through her mind. 1: she wished he would've found her panties instead and 2: she had been wrong. Her tattoo wasn't the only keepsake she'd have from this year's Valentine's Day. And unlike her tattoo, this one was permanent.
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Remembering all those moments made her realize what an idiot she had just been. She knew, as hard as it was to admit, that she had feelings for Clark too. What they were exactly? She didn't know. Were they new? Or just accumulated and recently more evident? She didn't have a clue. What she did know? Was that she screwed up and she had to make things right. Maybe they could figure things out together? Maybe, just maybe... She nodded, deciding on that. She would march out there, apologize and propose to try things out. She smiled, feeling a wave of excitement surge through her. She slid the curtain open, and saw Clark leaning against a wall, his hands in his pockets. She didn't know how long she had been in the dressing room, but it must've not been too long, for Clark didn't cut short her visit to Memory Lane. Or, perhaps he had been thinking too?
Cautiously, she walked up to him. For someone who had super-hearing Clark could be pretty deaf sometimes. She coughed, making her presence known. He turned to face her, surprised.
"Lois."
"Clark." she mimicked.
"Listen, we need to talk." he said.
Lois furrowed her eyebrows curiously, her smile still plastered on her face. "Oh. What about?"
"Yeah.. um, first of all I want to apologize for barging into your dressing room, it was, well... weird. I mean you could've been undressed, although I knew you were fully-clothed because I heard you having problems with your zipper, which is why I helped you with it before I left, so that meant you had yet to step out of your dress, and I made sure-"
"Clark." he stopped talking, and faced her, surprised at himself. "Stop rambling, that's my job. Get to the point."
He nodded. "And about what I said to you, or tried to say..."
"Yeah?" Lois felt her heart beating faster, her hands sweating.
He took a breath. "I take it back." he said quickly, getting it off his chest.
Lois felt her heart drop. Her hands began to sweat. She blinked once. Twice. "You... take it back?" Lois asked, making sure she heard correctly.
Clark shrugged carelessly. "Yeah, I mean... I guess the kiss today, and the living together, the pretending to be married stuff, well it screwed my head up... and so I was just confused. I mean... really? Us? Our friendship consists of a constant war of wits, a fun one, don't get me wrong... but we couldn't be anything other than friends... right?"
Lois laughed disbelievingly. It she believed in Karma, well, this would be definitely be the negative kind. "Of course not." she said, whispering emotionless.
"Good. So, can we pretend that never happened?"
"What never happened?" Lois said, pasting on a smile.
Clark smiled, the warmness in his features taunting her. "Thanks. So are you going to get the dress?"
Caught in a daze, she hadn't understood his question. "Dress?" Lois asked.
"Yeah.. the reason why we're at the dressing rooms." Lois looked down to the black clothing that hung over her arm. "Right! Dress- that you picked out." Lois mentally slapped herself. She needed to maintain her cool. Maybe Clark was right. They just weren't meant to be. This was supposed to happen. This was the answer to her doubts, the resolution to her unverified feelings. Yes, it just had to. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Clark asked.
Her eyes darted up to him, becoming aware of having thought aloud. "Yeah.. I will get the dress. A promise is a promise." Lois sighed, not sure how much longer she could keep up her charade of contentedness.
On their trek to the cashier's counter, Clark couldn't help but notice Lois lost in thought, her brow in a continuous furrow. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded absentmindedly, having not once looked up at him since they left the fitting rooms. He too nodded, tearing his eyes away from her, but not before shooting her a longing look. God only knew how many times Clark had lied to someone he loved, but this one seemed to hurt him the most. Maybe because he knew Lois didn't care, as opposed to other situations when both he and Lana longed to be together but it was his secret that tore them apart. No, this was different. Lois knew all about his origins and still didn't reciprocate his feelings. It hurt him more this time around, because he knew there was nothing else he could do to make her love him. They would share nothing more than a brotherly bond. He was glad, though, that Lois bought his plea for insanity. Even if he couldn't love her the way he wanted to, he couldn't forgive himself for ruining any kind of relationship with her, even if it was strictly friendship.
When they reached the cashier's counter, Clark instantly felt a pain from within. It wasn't emotional, no, it was physical. He dropped to his knees, and clutched at his chest, struggling to breathe. "What's wrong?" Lois asked, crouching down beside him. He tried to answer but couldn't find his voice.
Lois stood up and turned to the shocked cashier before them. "Excuse us for a second." Lois said and smiled. She slung his arm over her neck and walked a few feet, and instantly Clark felt like himself again.
"You okay?" Lois asked, squeezing his arm. He nodded.
"I'll wait in the car." he said.
"No, we're leaving now."
"-No. Get the dress. I'm alright, besides you promised you would."
"But-"
"Go."
Lois reluctantly nodded.. "Stay safe, okay?" Clark smiled and walked out of the store and down the sidewalk, in search of the Volvo.
She took a breath and walked back to the counter. "Sorry about that." Lois said and smiled. She looked around inspecting the counter for kryptonite while the cashier rung her up.
"15.37 is your total." the cashier said. "Hope you don't mind me asking, but is your friend okay?"
Lois blinked rapidly, raising an eyebrow. "Friend? Do we look like friends?! Why can't we be more than that?" Not realizing, Lois tightened the grab on her leather bag, her knuckles turning white.
The cashier gulped nervously, avoiding eye contact with the irritated brunette. "I'm sorry ma'am, I was just worried.. forget I asked."
Realizing her little outburst, Lois sighed, feeling guilty."I'm sorry, I'm just... Yeah he's fine, nothing some Skittles couldn't fix."
"Low Blood sugar?"
"Yeah." Lois said, handing her a 20 dollar bill. As the cashier gathered her change, Lois spun the jewelry cases around, keeping her eyes peeled for green stones. "Do you guys sell any items with meteor rock here?" Lois asked, seemingly indifferent.
The cashier ripped her receipt from the feeder and handed it to Lois with her change. "No... but my necklace," the woman looked down, lifting her chain from under her shirt, revealing a bright green pendant. "It's made from Green Meteor rock. How did you know about it? Here in Metropolis a lot of people aren't aware of Smallville's beautiful rocks." she said and smiled.
"Oh... a friend of mine told me that... they're really pretty and cheap, perfect for the budget I have for completing this outfit." Lois said, surprised at the explanation she pulled out of nowhere.
"Oh, well I'm sorry, we don't sell any here. But you might consider driving down to Smallville for some. It's worth it."
She smiled. "Thank you, I will." Lois said, grabbing her plastic white bag from off the counter, waving goodbye before she left.
Once Lois Lane walked out the door, a man's body slowly began to form in the shadows. His piercing gray eyes began to darken as an overwhelming feeling of anger and betrayal came over him. Having confirmed his doubt's of their efforts in deceiving him, he vowed silently to not make the mistake he made the first time.
Killing them too quickly.
Lois sat Indian-style on one side of the couch, solving a crossword puzzle on the back of a tabloid magazine. Making deeper bite marks in her pencil, she realized she was stumped. Rolling her eyes and clenching her jaw, she flung the magazine across the room. "Stupid puzzle." Whining like the brat she knew she could be, she stretched out on the couch, laying flat on her stomach. Having her face pressed into the seat of the couch, Lois' nose was filled with a familiar scent.
Clark's scent.
The smell of his generic aftershave mixed with Irish Spring soap. She groaned. Was the world suddenly against her? Sure, she might have stolen a candy bar once, or cheated on a math quiz a few times, but did she really deserve this?
"Stop it." she murmured to no one. She never acted like a victim, and it was no time to start acting like one now. If anything, this was her fault, and she brought upon herself. "If you weren't such a coward, you could have been lying here with him." She lifted a corner of her mouth bitterly. Who was she kidding. It was evident he just confused... and maybe she was too? Maybe they were both results of Pretending Over-Dose? She heard the water stop running in the bathroom. Images of Clark, dripping wet in the shower came to mind suddenly, causing a frustrated Lois to jump up from the couch and kick the very cushion she sat on.
"Gah!" As she began to walk away from the sofa, something caught her eye. Making sure Clark had not gotten out of the bathroom yet, she crouched down to the floor and inspected a corner of what seemed like a sheet of paper peeking out from under the cushion.
"What the...?"
Slowly and cautiously, Lois pulled on the mysterious white corner until it ominously dropped to the floor, back side up. Swallowing hard, she reached for the squared object, squinting with precaution. In one brave and swift moment, the object was turned over, revealing it's contents.
"Lois, what are you doing sprawled out on the floor? Did you lose the control again?" Clark asked. In Lois' state of shock, she hadn't heard him get out of the bathroom. He stood at the doorway in a pair of sweatpants, a gray t-shirt along with a white towel that hung around his neck. He coughed to gain her attention.
"Lois?"
Her eyes darted up at him, fire burning in them. "What the hell went through your mind when you decided to hide this from me?" Lois fumed, holding up a photograph.
Clark squinted, and sure enough it was the picture he hid in the sofa. The picture Jimmy took of Lois and him playing Strip Poker. Clark sighed and raked a hand through his wet hair. "Lois, let me expla-"
She held up a hand. "-I'm not finished. And not just any picture, no- guess what? We're both half naked, on my bed, at the Talon, with poker cards flying out every which way and I'm pretty sure that if I looked hard enough, I'll also find my say in things, because it seems I've lost that too. It seems to me that no one gives a damn when I ask for a favor, between friends no less, for something to be thrown away- for personal reasons, and it is completely disregarded by a 'friend' who I have to live with for the next week. How do you think this makes me feel? Knowing you'd do something shady like this behind my back? You say we're only capable of being friends, but now I'm not even sure about that, Clark."
He winced at the sound of his name, missing the way she called him 'Smallville.'
"What were you going to do with this? When were you going to tell me? Let me rephrase that, If you were going to tell me. I want to know. Right. Now."
He walked over to her, not knowing how to explain himself, for there was no reason for his actions. He stood there, like an idiot. In all the years he lied to everyone close to him in order to hide his secret, he found he couldn't bring himself to lie to her.
"Well?" Lois asked, raising an eyebrow. In an act of desperation to seek her forgiveness, Clark stormed over, and wrapped his arms around her, forcing her into an embrace. For a second it felt nice to be near him, to be surrounded by his strong arms, but reality quickly surfaced. She tore herself from him, shaking her head.
"Don't touch me, Clark. Better yet, don't talk to me." Feeling a massive knot forming in her throat, she exited the scene, leaving Clark behind.
It seemed to him, that no matter what he said or did, he was pushing Lois away.
In the darkness of the night, a restless Lois laid on her bed, curled up in a fetal position. She too was pushing Clark away, twice in a matter of hours. She knew she wasn't angry at the picture and it's existence, but it unwillingly served as an outlet for her anger. Maybe she wanted to drive a wedge between them. Why? The only reason that came to mind, was that being friends with Clark was no longer bearable. She couldn't live with him, be around him, and enjoy his company pretending to only want his friendship, because it would hurt her too much. She had enough pretending outside the apartment, she didn't need any inside of it.
It was selfish, she knew... but she was angry at Clark, angry because he didn't love her back.
To be continued...
Author's Note: Seems Clark's plea for insanity made Lois fully aware of the extent of her feelings, huh? But don't worry Lois will wake up with better judgment in the morning, she's still pissed at the moment. A few more chappies left, not sure how many, depends on how long the next one will be. Again, I'm sorry for being the horrible updater that I am, I just don't like my writing enough to do it often, and no this isn't me trying to fish for compliments, so don't- it's just all honesty. I do think, though, that after this story is finished that I'm just going to stick to art because I think I'm better at it, and I enjoy it more. Don't get me wrong, I like writing, but it's just a complicated thing for me, and I've been in home school for... 2 years now? My Writing course, was just the basics so I don't have a teacher to expand my knowledge with crap-loads of homework (talk about double-edge sword, huh?), and like I've said there are so many other talented and more experienced writers, that it really just crushes my self esteem whenever I have to compare. Sorry for being all lame and pitiful, but I swear I hate just as much as you do.
Any who, hope this chapter was bearable, and I hope to update sooner next time. Oh and thanks for the comments guys, it is seriously the only reason why I'm doing this, for you all. :)