As soon as Lois entered Clark's kitchen, he turned towards her with that incredible smile of his.
Yes, it is incredible.
She could see something in them. Something strong. Longing? Hope? Love? She scolded herself for thinking that. Clark was *not* in love with her.
Silly girl. Of course he is.
"Oh, come on, Clark! It's not as if you had any secrets. You're like an open book. With you, you get what you see. No big secrets, no stunning surprises, no startling revelations."
Surprise, Lois… You are in for a surprise…
Unless said food was cheese. The Cheese of the Month, in fact, was the worst excuse ever.
Maybe he could get a headache??
"Well, if you don't mind, I'll try to get a little closer to him. Who knows?" Lucy replied in a dreamy voice. If she knew her sister at all, she'd act all jealous, thereby finally admitting her feelings. Which would be fine with Lucy. She really wanted to see Lois and Clark together. Of course, this plan might backfire and Clark might want to get closer to her instead of Lois. In that case, Lucy wouldn't complain, either
Get her goat, Lucy…
At that very moment, something within Lois snapped. She burst out, "He is the worst kisser this side of the Atlantic, his chest and arms are not near as muscular as you might think, and he's as hairy as an ape! And about his 'best friend'... You really don't want to know that!"
"Well, pretty much so. Just without all that hair, you know?" Lucy explained.
Brushing his hand through his black hair, Clark asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with my hair?"
Ah, such delightful confusion…
