*Chapter Two*

POV: Lois Lane

I scribbled furiously. Page after page began to fill up with my slanted scrawl. Journaling had always helped me through hard times.

Like when my parents would have us transferred to a new army facility. My father, General Sam Lane, had been moved to so many stations while I was younger that I had never gotten to actually settle down. So I had turned to journaling life around me. It could be anything. When I wrote, nobody told me to shut up or to go away because they were busy.

Dad was a workaholic, and when he wasn't working he was gruff and removed. I knew he loved me; he just had a different way of expressing it. Mom was the polar opposite. She was elegant and sophisticated, with smelly perfume and ears dripping with diamonds. She certainly didn't have time for her runny nosed children. I have no idea how they managed to be married for so long. It probably was only for the sake of Lucy and me. When they finally divorced I was thirteen, and my sister Lucy was eleven.

I hadn't talked to Lucy in a few months. There was a reason though. As soon as I turned eighteen, I left the military base and headed for Metropolis. Lucy was only sixteen, and technically still considered a minor, so I couldn't bring her with me. She was heartbroken. I felt awful, but Lucy had always been better at the changes than I had. At least she could flirt with soldiers if she got bored.

Lucy Lane may have been a blood sibling, but we were nothing alike. While I had thick black hair like my father once had, Lucy had my mom's long golden locks. She had also inherited my mom's big, innocent blue eyes and knockout looks. Not to mention sparkling and outgoing personality. Even her name seemed perky. All of my life, I had believed that I had been cheated by DNA. Lucy resembled my mom, but my dad and I shared many characteristics, such as his sullen and stubborn personality and hot head. Our large chocolate brown eyes were eerily similar as well. That didn't matter now.

My entire family had been hurt by my leaving suddenly. I was fine by myself though. I thought as I set my pen down, content with my angry rant. Is he a Superman or Super Jerk? The title read. I groaned and curled it into a ball. The light of my weak lamp bounced off my cramped dorm. I was definitely not living a life of luxury.

A knock on the door aroused me from my frustrated fog. I pulled myself out of my desk chair and cautiously opened the door. A nineteen year old boy in dark blue slacks and a light button down shirt stood before me. His black blue tinted hair was slicked back and his squinty blue eyes stared at me behind his chunky black glasses.

"Lois! I wasn't sure you were going to open the door." Clark Kent stuttered.

There were a lot of things I needed right now, but Kent wasn't one of them. Clark was another intern at the Daily Planet, and in my mind, a rival. Although Clark was not a very good rival as he was an awkward and bumbling person. He had moved from his hometown of Smallville, Kentucky to Metropolis to study a career in journaling like I had.

"What are you doing here Smallville?" I cocked my hip and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Clark blinked rapidly. He had been raised on a small farm, and definitely had the polite yes ma'am and yes sir thing going on. "I didn't mean to intrude; I just wanted to see how you were doing." He explained rapidly. I couldn't help but smirk at how he squirmed. "I'm fine Kent. Thanks for asking." I turned to close the door but Clark stuck his foot in to stop it from shutting.

I don't think I had ever seen Clark be so straightforward. "What?" I asked impatiently. Clark blushed.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

"I do mind." I answered.

Still Clark refused to move his foot. "Lois, something happened with Superman and you obviously got steamed." There was something so honest and familiar in his voice that made me drop my hand from the doorknob and step aside. Clark entered at looked down at his brown loafers. "Would you like me to take these off?" He asked politely. I shrugged. "There's really no reason too." I replied over my shoulder. Clark just nodded but looked a bit red in the cheeks. He was probably too much of a sop to have ever even been to a girl's house before.

"Mind if I sit down?" Clark gestured to a rickety old chair at the table. I nodded. "Help yourself." He sat and folded his hands patiently on the table. I came and sat down across from him, suddenly hyper aware that I was dressed in only a tank top and pajama bottoms. "I was there earlier and saw you kind of…well… erm… fight with Superman." He said awkwardly. I just swept my braid over my shoulder. "Yeah, did you hear what was said?" Clark nodded and waited for me to continue. "I just get so agitated!" I gushed.

"I grew up in army barracks, and I never let a single soldier take advantage of me. Then, I move to Metropolis and suddenly every Saturday I'm being kidnapped and thrown off of high places. I hate it!" Clark sat in a stunned silence. My face flushed. "I'm sorry, I just got emotional and-" Clark raised a hand and I fell silent.

"It's okay Lois, your human too. It must be something to be used as a pawn and I'm sorry it happened like that. But why is it Superman's fault?" I sighed and sunk lower into my chair. "It's not. But today, Mr. Boy scout who can do no wrong left me for dead. I don't know Clark, maybe I'm crazy, but I thought we almost had a…. connection. Then he just lets me fall to my death? I don't get it." I dropped my head into my hands. Clark surprised me by laying a warm hand on my shoulder.

"I get it Lois. Maybe you and Superman did feel something, but something happened today, and I think you ought to give him a chance." At that moment he looked like there was so much more that he wanted to say, but couldn't. "Thank you." I whispered.

This was all too strange. Clark Kent and I were seriously having a heart to heart in my dorm? Maybe I was dreaming. The moment passed and awkwardness set in. Clark cleared his throat. "We could go get ice cream or something?" He suggested. I shrugged my bare shoulders. "I'm not really up to it; it's been a rough day." Clarks face fell. "But I think a movie here would be fine?" He gave a small smile. "That would be lovely." I smiled and stood up to examine my movie case.

"What do you want to watch?" Clark came to stand by me, and I was amazed to see that he basically towered over me. "Anything works." He said as he scanned the titles. "How about we watch Breakfast at Tiffany's?" I laughed. "Okay, Aubrey Hepburn it is." I slid the movie into the ancient player before sitting next to Clark on the couch. Before long, the movie faded away and a peaceful darkness took its place.