Once again--what a wonderful way to start the day!! You're going to get me hooked on these little stories and I'll have to start bugging you for more, just to keep me going as the school year draws to a close.(do you know how trying students can be the week before Finals?)
“I hate modern art,” she said suddenly, her cheek still pressed against Clark’s shoulder. She felt his straighten slightly, as if confused. “I lost my virginity on my 21st birthday when I passed back a few too many drinks. I don’t even remember his name, but I think it started with an E. I have a Harlequin Romance novel hidden under my pillow. My goldfish’s name is Fitzwilliam because I have a crush on Mr. Darcy. I have a New Kids on the Block CD in my player right now.”
By this time Clark had turned around in her arms. He was staring at her like she’d lost her mind. Perhaps she had. But the secrets kept pouring out.
“I still sleep with that bear you won me in Smallville. I failed art class. I cheated on my test in the fifth grade and got so upset I made myself sick. I crashed my parent’s car because I hit a mailbox, not because of a hit and run. I collect hotel pens. I have a half finished novel on my computer. I count steps sometimes. Did you know there are exactly twelve steps from my desk to yours? But that’s when I do it. When you walk there are only eight.” Lois trailed off. She smiled weakly at Clark, who was still staring at her. “See? I have secrets too.”
You know. . . Lois really does have a time monitoring her own actions, but when she finally realizes she has done something wrong and wants to make up for it, she jumps in, like usual, without thought for herself. And, of course the babble gene is just wonderful when she does.
Loved it!!!
Vonceil
