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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been eerily silent between them for several minutes since she uttered the words, and a part of her wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have said anything at all. She knew the he could completely shut down from her, he was already closed off from what he was feeling, what he was hiding, but most of all, what he was thinking. She hated it. It was risky, offering him support—offering him a way to open himself up to her, but she couldn’t squelch her curiosity any longer, and she wanted to assure him that she was trustworthy.
She wouldn’t ridicule him.
She wouldn’t tell a living, breathing soul about what she knew about him.
And whatever he did tell her, if he did, would never leave her lips. His secret was safe with her, no matter what it was.
There were millions and millions of questions running through her brain, and have been ever since she first witnessed him using his abilities to save her life. It had taken literally everything inside of her, and a hell of a lot of determination to keep her mouth shut. She was an inquisitive person. She didn’t like mysteries to go unanswered, and she wanted the answers to her never-ending questions, and normally she wouldn’t have thought twice about badgering him for answers, but this was different—Clark was different. She wouldn’t push for answers, knowing he could become even more isolated from her, and she didn’t want that. She wanted him to open up to her, but only of his own violation. She had given him a little rope, now it was up to him whether he was going to use it or not.
After a few more minutes, of complete and utter silence passed, the truth was inevitable. He wasn’t going to say anything to her. It was obvious that he didn’t trust her, or anyone for that matter, which she couldn’t really blame him for. She knew that he probably had a hard time trusting people, especially when he couldn’t determine whether he was putting his trust into the wrongs hands. She wished she could tell him that it was alright to trust her, she wouldn’t betray that trust. Never. She might not know him very well, but she understood his dilemma, but a part of her held onto a sliver of hope that he would open himself up to her.
And then it happened.
It was rushed.
It was barely audible.
But, she heard him loud and clear when he uttered the words that she had never, in a million years, expected him to say.
“I’m an alien from another planet.”
Her entire body froze.
Her mind blanked, ceasing all coherent thoughts.
Her heart stopped, started again, then stopped again until it was beating ferociously in her chest.
She slowly turned towards him, eyes narrowing, as questions ran rampart through her mind. “Mind running that by me again?”
He never looked at her, his eyes staring at the ground by his feet, but he could feel her eyes burning holes into him. He really, really didn’t want to say it again, it was hard enough the first time, but he vowed to be honest with her, and that’s exactly what he was going to do. He slowly, and very carefully looked over at her, “I’m not from earth, Lois, I’m from a different planet.”
She stared at him, for several excruciatingly long minutes, and never blinked…once. Did she hear him right? Did he really just say that? It just wasn’t possible, was it? He had abilities, but that didn’t mean he was an alien, did it?
Then, she did something very Lois like, she laughed, she laughed so hard that tears began to fall from her eyes. She just couldn’t believe it. It just wasn’t possible, of course, he had abilities, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t from this planet. He was either completely crazy or pulling her chain. She really, really hoped that it was the latter. He was a good guy. He was sweet. He might be a little lost, but he wasn’t crazy, he couldn’t be. She really, really hoped that he was just pulling some huge joke on her.
He was feeling a multitude of emotions, as he awaited her reaction, and for a split second he thought that she just might believe him, but then she laughed. Her head tipping back, her shoulders shaking, and tears were falling down her cheeks.
He sighed.
His head dropped, in embarrassment.
His shoulders slumped, in defeat.
He didn’t know what he was expecting from her, but it certainly wasn’t this, it wasn’t her laughing at him, like he had told some ginormous joke. He was being honest with her. He was trusting her. And she didn’t believe him. He couldn’t look at her. It hurt too much. He always feared telling people the truth about himself, knowing they would look at him like a freak, and even though that’s not what she was doing, it still hurt that she wasn’t taking him seriously. She had been so understanding when he didn’t want to talk about what she did witness, but now, now she was laughing at him, and that hurt…a lot.
He remembered when he had told Pete the truth about himself…
“So, you're some sort of... what? You're not a human?”
“I don't know what I am. I don't know where that ship brought me from. I just know that I grew up in Smallville, and everything that I care about and everyone that I care about is here.”
“If you care about me so much, how come you never told me sooner?”
“Pete, believe me, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't want to tell you, but my parents thought it was too dangerous. Not just for me, but for anyone else who knew the truth.”
“You didn't think I could handle it?”
“Can you?”
Pete walked around him, slowly, like he was seeing him in a completely different light, and it wasn’t a positive one. He was looking at him like he was some kind of a freak, and that hurt, terrified, and disappointed him.
“Pete, another reason why I didn't say anything is because I knew people would look at me the exact same way that you're looking at me right now.”
“And how's that?”
“Like a freak. Pete, I've tried my whole life just to blend in, to try and be more normal than anyone else. Would you just say something?”
Silence.
“Call me... call me an alien, call me a monster. I don't care, just say something.”
“It's like I don't even know you.”
“Yes, you do know me. I'm the same kid that used to camp in your backyard. We used to ride our bikes in the woods, we used to play basketball with your brothers. Nothing has changed.”
“Yeah, right.”
He stepped closer to his best friend, carefully. He didn’t want to upset him even more so. “Pete—”
He abruptly backed away from him, and interrupted him. “Back off, man!”
“Pete, I would never hurt you.”
“Too late.”
He rushed past him, leaving him alone in the storm cellar, wondering if he just made the biggest mistake of his life, wondering if he just lost his best friend because he was an alien.
He quickly shook the memory away. Would she react the same way Pete had? Would she look at him like he was some kind of freak? Would she be terrified of him?
She felt like she couldn’t breathe, she was laughing so damn hard, and after several minutes managed to calm herself down. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and playfully punched him in the arm, “That was a good one, Clark!”
He closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t say anything. He was just…hurt.
She sobered immediately, when he didn’t respond, and eyed him, curiously. He wasn’t looking at her. His head was lowered. His shoulders were slumped. He looked miserable, like someone had just killed his puppy, but worse than that, he looked hurt. Did she hurt his feelings?
Her eyes widened.
Her heart accelerated.
Her mind went into overdrive.
Was he telling the truth? Was he serious about this? Was he really an alien? Was he really not from earth?
She gulped, silently, and cleared the lump that had suddenly dried up her throat. She needed to know if he was being serious about this because, if he was then that meant everything she once believed to be true wasn’t, and that was disconcerting. “C-Clark?”
He slowly looked over at her, pleading with his eyes for her to believe him, that he was telling her the truth. It was hard enough to tell her the truth about himself, worrying that she would look at him like he was a freak, but he wouldn’t be able to stand it if she didn’t believe him. He needed her to believe him.
She stared into his emotion-filled aquamarine eyes. He was pleading with her—pleading for her to believe him, and that’s when she knew the truth. It was staring back at her, and it tilted her world on its axis. He was telling her the truth. He was deadly serious about this. He was really an alien. He wasn’t from earth. “Y-You’re not joking, are you?”
He softly shook his head. She believed him, but what did that mean exactly?
She slightly gasped, covered her mouth with her hands, and snapped her eyes shut, as the hurt expression on his face bombarded her mind. It was her fault. She put that there. He had told her the truth about himself—a truth he had probably never told anybody before, and she reacted so…harshly. She wanted to kick herself, slap herself, anything to take back the obvious pain she had put him through. He was honest with her, he was putting his trust in her, and she had laughed at him. She thought it was some big joke, but in reality, he was putting himself out there to her, and she had made fun of him for it.
She opened her eyes, feeling the hot, prickly tears building behind them. “I’m so, so sorry, Clark.”
He looked over at her, and frowned. “What?”
“I’m sorry for laughing at you. I’m sorry for everything.”
He realized that she was feeling bad for the way she had reacted. She had laughed at him, and was apologizing for hurting his feelings. He couldn’t exactly blame her for her reaction, he supposed, that it was better than screaming at him, running from him, or recoiling from the sight of him. A tear slipped down her cheek. He hated it. He never wanted to see her cry again, it clenched his insides, and he wanted it to stop. He slowly reached out, and wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. “It’s okay, Lois.”
How? How was this okay? She hurt him. He didn’t deserve that. He deserved to be accepted—to be understood—to be appreciated, not to be made fun of. It wasn’t right what she did, and she regretted her reaction to the very being of her core. She shook her head, vehemently. “No! No, it’s not okay! I laughed at you! I made fun of you because I thought you were joking! I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt your feelings. Clark, I swear, I never wanted to do that.”
He softly smiled. She had the biggest heart that he’s ever seen someone have. She was amazing. He grabbed her hand, and softly squeezed. “Lois, I know. It’s okay, really.”
She stared into his eyes, and all signs of hurt was gone. She sighed, slightly tilting her head to one side, “So, it’s true then? You’re really an alien?”
He cringed, slightly, at the use of that word. He really, really hated that term. He corrected her, “Intergalactic traveler.”
She frowned at him, her nose crinkling, and her brows furrowing. “What?”
She looked cute when she did that, he thought. “I prefer to be called intergalactic traveler.”
She stared at him, completely dumbfounded, and rolled her eyes. There was just no logic to that whatsoever. “You do realize that’s it’s the same thing, right?”
He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled, a lopsided smile. He watched her for a few seconds. She wasn’t looking at him like a freak. She wasn’t scrutinizing him. She wasn’t doing anything besides smiling at him. What was she thinking? Did she want to know anything? Did she have questions?
He took a deep breath, “Um, Lois?”
She nodded, a sign for him to continue.
“A-Are you okay with all of this?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “You mean the fact that you’re not exactly from around here?”
He nodded.
“That doesn’t bother me, but…”
He could feel the fear seeping into his veins, chilling him to the bone. “But, what?”
She grinned from ear to ear, “You can’t just drop a bombshell like that, and expect nothing in return. I’m literally dying with questions over here.”
He figured that she might. “What do you want to know?”
She turned her body towards him, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on her thighs. “I want to know…everything.”
He gulped. “E-Everything?”
She nodded, staring at him with expectation.
He turned his body towards hers, so they were facing each other, and copied her movements. “What do you want to know first?”
She grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. Where do you come from? When did you get here? What’s your real name? How did you get your abilities? Do you have other abilities? Do you have a spaceship? What—”
“Okay. Okay, I get it. You want to know everything.” He interrupted her multitude of rambling questions. “How about I just start at the beginning?”
She scooted closer to him, her excitement showing, and waited, patiently.
He couldn’t help, but smile, at her eagerness. She seemed really excited, and that gave him some hope that this would all go okay. He needed this to be alright. He liked her, and what she thought about him meant a lot. “I only found out a few years ago, and some things I don’t even understand about myself yet so, I can’t really explain everything, an—”
“Clark!” She interrupted him. “Your procrastinating, farm boy, it doesn’t matter if you know everything or not so, come on! Spill!”
He took a deep, long refreshing breath before telling her everything. He explained how when he was a baby, his parents sent him to earth in a spaceship to protect him from the ultimate destruction of his planet, Krypton. Three years later, his spaceship crashed through earth’s atmosphere in a massive meteor shower, which had remnants of his home world. Once he had landed, a farming couple found him, and took him into their home as if he was one of them. They raised him, taking care of him, and protected him and his spaceship for all of these years.
She listened, intently, never interrupting him once, which was definitely a world record for her, as he told her his life story. Her heart literally ached for him. She couldn’t even imagine what it was like knowing your parents, who obviously loved you sent you away to protect you from the fate they, and the rest of their civilization endured. What it was like feeling alone, isolated, and abandoned before his parents found him, and still feeling alone and isolated because he knew he was the last of his kind. He had been through so much in such a short amount of time, and he still didn’t know everything about who he was, what he really was, and what he was supposed to be. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what his life was life growing up, knowing he was different from everybody else, and trying to pretend to be something he wasn’t. She felt for him in her mind, heart, and soul so very, very deeply.
He watched, as she digested everything he had told her. It was a lot to take in. Not only did she just find out that he wasn’t even from this planet, but what he endured on getting here, even if he didn’t remember that part of his life, and what it was like arriving on earth, not knowing or understanding the strange, strange planet he landed on. What was she thinking? She said that him being an alien didn’t bother her, but what did that mean exactly? Was she terrified of him now? He needed to know what was going through that beautiful mind of hers. “Lois?”
“Hmm?”
He sighed, as she just blankly stared, and was growing really concerned. Did he frighten her in some way? He really hoped not. “Uh, Lois? Are you okay?”
She nodded, absently, not even looking at him. She was still lost in her hoard of hazy thoughts. She just couldn’t believe everything that he had went through, everything that he endured, everything that he still didn’t know about himself. What was he feeling about all of this? What was he thinking? Was he scared of his own future? Was he unsure of his own life? Was he doubting himself? Did he want to be normal?
He continued to watch her for a few more minutes, noticing every little emotion that crossed her face, and it was beginning to become worrisome. From the moment he had met her, she had never been this silent, and that terrified him. She liked talking, he knew that much, but it didn’t seem normal for her to be speechless.
He was nervous.
He was anxious.
He was terrified.
He was worried.
Did she accept him? Was she scared of him? Was she going to tell anyone? What the hell was she thinking? He really, really needed to know. He cleared his throat, “Lois?”
She was still lost in her thoughts, when she faintly heard his voice calling her name, and quickly brought herself out of her stupor. She shook her head, softly, blinked a few times, and cleared away her fuzzy thoughts. She looked up at him, and saw the tirade of emotions that crossed his face that were clouding his mind.
Fear.
He was dreading that she wasn’t going to accept him—that she wouldn’t accept the real him, the part of him that he never, ever, showed anyone.
Concern.
He was apprehensive that she was now terrified of him because of what she now knew about him—afraid that she saw him as a freak or a monster.
Nervous.
He was panicking at the thought that she might tell someone his secret—a secret, he had probably kept hidden from everyone.
He took a deep breath. This was the moment he would find out what he needed—wanted to know. “Lois, h-how are you feeling about all of this?”
She gave him a tiny smile before grabbing his hand, and squeezed it reassuringly. “I’m okay, I promise. I want you to know that it doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter where you came from, how you came to be here, or how you have these amazing abilities. You’re not a freak. You’re not a monster. I might not know you very well, but what I do know is that you are the kindest, sweetest, and most caring person I have ever met.” He gave her a questioning look, and she quickly cut off his retort. “Yes, you’re a person, not an alien—intergalactic travel, whatever. You, Clark Kent, are a farmer who wears the most disgusting, and hideous looking plaid shirts, and just happened to save my life, even though you didn’t have to. You’re amazing, and it has nothing to do with what you are or what you can do, it’s about what’s in your heart—your mind, and soul.” She took a deep breath. “I will never, ever, breath a word of what you have told me today. I promise you that your secret will never leave my lips, it will always be safe with me.”
He smiled, at the woman, who he knew would never stop surprising him. She wasn’t just amazing, she was absolutely incredible, and the most extraordinary person he has ever met in his entire life. “Thank you. I’m guessing you still have questions,” he added, after seeing the cogs still turning in her head.
She grinned, turns out he can read her as well as she can read him. “I only have a few more questions.”
He nodded, waiting for her to continue, but was not prepared for her first question.
“What’s your name?”
He stared at her, not understanding that question whatsoever, “What?”
She laughed, at the dumbfounded look on his face. “What were you called before you came to earth? Or do you not know?”
Oh! That makes more sense. He shifted, uncomfortably, not liking that question because it reminded him too much about everything he’s done, and he really didn’t want to think about that right now, but figured she deserved to know. “It’s Kal-El.”
She repeated it, slowly, trying it out on her tongue, “Kal-El?” She crinkled her nose, at the way it sounded coming from her lips, it was just plain weird.
He nodded, and chuckled at the expression on her face. “I know, it’s weird.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I think I’ll just stick with Clark.”
He was happy about that. He really didn’t want her calling him by his kryptonian name. “I think I’d prefer that, anyways. I’ve always been Clark, and always will be.”
She clapped her hands together, “Okay! Next question, well, two actually, but I promise they are related.”
Oh, this was going to be good, he thought.
She grinned from ear to ear, “How do you get your abilities? And do you have more than what I’ve already seen?”
He sighed. It figures that she would be curious about that. “Okay, um, I have quite a few, the first being that I’m virtually invulnerable, I—”
“Woah! Stop there! Virtually invulnerable? You mean nothing can hurt you?”
He nodded.
This was intriguing. “So, if you were to get shot, for instance, it would what? Bounce off you like nothing ever hit you?”
He nodded, again.
“So, you’re what? Immortal?”
He shook his head. It would seem that way to anyone, of course, that wasn’t exactly the case. “No. I can still get hurt, bleed, and die just like everyone else. Do you remember when I mentioned the meteor shower that brought me here?”
She nodded.
“Well, with it came radioactive pieces of my home planet. There are two types, at least that I know of, green and red kryptonite. The red meteor rock, is like a drug to me, it diminishes all my inhibitions, and turns me into a completely different person. The green, on the other hand, is fatal to me, if I’m around it for an extended amount of time, it could kill me.”
She immediately paled. He could get hurt. He could be killed. She didn’t like that thought one bit. She might not know him very well, but she liked him—she cared about him, and definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
He sensed her worry, and quickly grabbed her hands, squeezing them in his. “Hey, don’t worry about that. They can’t hurt me if I stay away from it, and I promise that I try to stay clear of it as much as possible.”
He was hit with an unidentified emotion, as her worried, and terrified eyes locked onto his. She cared about him. She didn’t want him to get hurt. He smiled, inwardly, at that thought because he cared about her too, and was happy that the feeling was mutual. He didn’t know what it was about her, but she awakened things inside of him—things that he has never felt in his entire life. He could tell she was still worrying, and quickly changed the subject, “I, um, I have super strength, superspeed, you’ve already seen those two. I also have heat vision, and x-ray vision.”
She quickly covered her chest up with her hands, “What’s this about x-ray vision? How does that work exactly?”
He groaned, shaking his head, and held up his hands, as a sign of peace. “It’s doesn’t work like that. I have to focus.”
She lowered her hands, then smirked, “So, are you telling me that you’ve never ‘focused’ hard enough to spy into the girl’s locker room?”
He quickly looked away, blushing, as he remembered the day at school when he first developed that power.
She grinned, at the expression on his face, he was obviously remembering something. “That’s what I thought.”
He snapped his head towards her, “Lois, you know I would never do that to you, right?”
“Yeah, I know, you’re too much of a gentleman to go spying through women’s clothes.” He blushed again, and she decided to change the subject, for his sake, of course, she enjoyed teasing him too much to do it for herself. She quickly stood up, which earned her a questioning look from him, “Come on, farm boy, up and atom! I want to see these abilities of yours.”
He stared at her, for a few seconds before standing up. This was definitely a first for him. He never even showed Pete his powers when he told him the truth about himself. “Why, do you want to see them?”
She grinned, “There is something you need to know about me…I’m quite an impulsive, and inquisitive person, and I’m just curious about how they work.”
He sighed, knowing she would not let this go until he did what she wanted. He had a feeling that she liked to get what she wanted. “Okay, fine, um, since you’ve already seen the super strength we’ll skip that one. Which one do you want to see?”
She smirked, an idea popping into her mind, “What color are my underwear?”
What? She wants me to actually…? He coughed, looking away from her, as he blushed profusely, “Uh, I’m not doing that.”
She pouted. “Aw! Why not? Are you gun shy, Mr. Kent?”
He scoffed. “No! Of course not!” He was thoughtful for a few seconds, “Uh, how about this…” He zeroed his vision into her car, pulling back the metal door from his sights, and gazed into her glove box. What he saw surprised him, and he smirked, as he pulled his vision back to normal. “Do you really need a dozen packs of Nicorette gum?”
Her mouth fell open, for a few seconds before she closed it again. She was utterly, and completely flabbergasted. Then she realized what he had actually said, and glared. “For your information, mister, they were very necessary a year ago.”
He quirked a brow, “Wow! Never would have taken you for a smoker. You know, smoking kills, right?”
She glared, even more so. “I know that! It was a phase I went through rebelling against my father.”
He smiled, “Now that, I can picture. Why do I get the feeling that you were or are a little trouble maker?”
She smacked him in the chest, “Oh, shut up!”
He grinned before moving onto his next power, heat vision. He frowned, wondering how he was going to do this one without burning down something. He spotted a dandelion a few feet away, picked it up, and handed it to her. “Hold this, and watch.”
She nodded.
He focused his vision on the flower, and thought about Lana Lang, she was the girl that had activated it last time, and was pleasantly surprised when that didn’t work. When did that change? He didn’t have to wonder for long before images of Lois flashed in his mind. He saw her beautiful face shining up at him, those dazzling hazel eyes staring straight into his soul. He saw her long, silky blonde hair waving slightly, and he imagined running his fingers through it. He saw her perfect curves, and wondered what it would feel like to hold her there, while kissing her with everything he had. As soon as his lips met hers in his vision, his eyes burned before hot, fiery red beams shot out of his eyes, and carefully aimed them at the flower, not wanting to hurt her in any way.
She yelped, as the flower burned to a crisp, and quickly dropped it to the ground. She looked up at him. “How the hell did you do that?”
He pointed to his eyes.
Her mouth dropped open. “What? How does that happen?”
He blushed, slightly, remembering everything he thought about to make that happen, but that was something he would never tell her…ever. “It’s not important.”
She narrowed his eyes at him. He was hiding something. The way his cheeks tinted pink, did not go unnoticed by her, what was he thinking about? But before she could question him anymore, he quickly changed the subject.
“Okay, all that’s left is superspeed, and that one is nearly impossible for humans to see so, I’ll have to demonstrate.” He slowly walked towards her, “Do you mind?”
She shook her head. She was incapable of speaking, when he was standing so close to her, and was rendered absolutely speechless when he swept her up into his arms. Her breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled. She never thought she would ever be in his arms, but now that she was, she could admit that she liked it…a lot.
He looked down at her. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after the thoughts he was just having about her. “A-Are you ready?”
She nodded.
He super sped them to the bottom of the bridge, stopped long enough for her to look around at her new surroundings, and then super sped back up towards her car. He slowly lowered her feet to the ground, but when he let go she stumbled, slightly, and he quickly placed his hands on her shoulders, steading her. “Are you okay?”
She was dazed, for a second, and needed a second to regain her composure. She looked up at him, smiling widely, “That was amazing!”
He smiled. “Your amazing.” His smile fell. “Thank you, Lois, for being so understanding about all of this, it really means a lot.”
They smiled at each other. His blue/green eyes meshed with her hazel, gold-specked ones, and within seconds, they could feel everything fade away from them, until it was just them—Just Lois and Clark.
He gazed into her beautiful orbs. She was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. She was amazing. She was everything he never expected a human girl to be. She was the most incredible person he has ever had the chance of knowing.
His heart started to beat rapidly inside his chest, and his eyes fell to her lips. They were plush, pink, and looked so, so soft. He really, really wanted to take her lips with his. He wanted to kiss those perfectly-shaped lips. He wanted to taste the sweet flavor of her. He just wanted her. He slowly began to lean towards her.
As she gazed into his mesmerizing eyes, she was reminded by how handsome he really was. He was incredibly good-looking. He was the most amazing person she had ever met. He was incredibly, extraordinary, and not because of his abilities or origins, he was more human than anyone she had ever met.
She watched, as his eyes fell to her lips, and she couldn’t stop herself from doing the same thing. They were so full and luscious, and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Her entire body froze, as he started leaning closer to her, and her heart stopped before beating twice it’s normal speed.
He was going to kiss her!
Normally, in any other circumstance, she would have stepped back, pushed him away, or even slapped him for even trying, but right now, she didn’t even think about doing any of those things. She really, really wanted him to kiss her.
As their lips grew closer, they softly closed their eyes, and they could feel each other’s breaths on their skin. Their hearts beat in synchrony. Their breaths were uneven, and right when their lips were a breaths width apart, a loud, clanking sound startled them. Their eyes snapped open, met, and locked before they abruptly pulled away from each other, and noticed that the tow truck driver was pulling up.
She quickly looked away from him. She had almost kissed him! He was going to kiss her! What was she doing? She couldn’t kiss him! She groaned, silently, this was getting completely out of control. She liked him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him. But, she couldn’t have what she wanted. She needed to focus on getting her car fixed so, she can get back on the road, and avoid her father from finding her. She wouldn’t go back—couldn’t go back. She looked up at him. His eyes were trained on the ground, and he was frowning. She couldn’t think about him like that besides, he would be leaving soon, and she knew she would never see him again. She sighed, heavily, as she walked away from him, and towards the tow truck.
He averted his eyes to the ground. He couldn’t believe that he almost kissed her, and she was going to kiss him back. What the hell is he thinking? He can’t be trying to kiss her! He shouldn’t even be thinking about things like that! He knew it would never work out. He would only bring her down to what he has become. A lonely, broken, and lost soul. He wouldn’t—couldn’t do that to her. She was light, brilliant, and vibrant. He was full of darkness, and wouldn’t allow himself to let her see that side of himself. He realized that she had distracted him from everything. His pain—his guilt—his shame, but it wouldn’t have mattered in the end because he would be leaving as soon as she was settled, and doubted that he would ever see her again. He looked up at her, watching as she talked to the tow truck driver, and sighed as he walked over to the man, who was going to help Lois Lane leave his life…forever.
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