That heat had nothing on the 98 percent humidity that was Florida in mid-June with one hundred percent teenage hormones on rampage.
Huh. What’s Lois doing in Florida?
She couldn’t believe her mother,
Oh. I See.
Almost as much as she could believe her father double-booking himself at a medical conference during the same time.
Will, doctors’ conferences are usually at tropical resorts.
At least the medical conference was being held at the Walt Disney World Resort in Orlando,
Nice one!
so their father had no other option than to buy his daughters week-long passes to the park while he was busy conferencing.
He’d better. Did he also include the Epcot Center and MGM studios?
It was the best family vacation yet, one where she didn’t have to spend more than an hour a day – if that – with her family.
Does odd cry/laugh combo.
Lucy and Lois had latched onto a group of other teenage girls whose parents had dragged them to the conference.
/squints eyes/ How old is Lois? And how old is Lucy?
Unfortunately, they were all young teenage girls like Lucy. Fourteen was the median age, Lois being on the high end of that at almost seventeen.
Oh. So no grown-up boys on the radar. Unless you count Goofy.
She just had to suffer through one more year of high school and living at home with alchy mom,
Don’t worry, Lois, you’ll be living with Daddy soon and then move out when you hit 17.
. She should be a shoe-in, what with her internship at the Daily Planet starting when she returned to Metropolis,
Unless she gets pregnant in the Magic Kingdom’s Canal of Love?
Not to mention being valedictorian since… well, birth.
He was kind of cute in that homespun sort of way, dark brown hair and bespectacled.
Sounds like Lana’s not to fond of her boyfriend’s boyscoutish ways.
Good for him! Bad for Lois.
It was hot, but Lois hadn’t met a teenage boy yet, who would turn down a chance to press himself closer to a willing girlfriend – no matter the weather.
He’s more into the hired farm help?
Lois wondered if she could figure it out before they got to the front of the line. There were so many annoying things about Blondie; narrowing it down would be difficult, but Lois was up to the challenge.
Blondie kissed Homespun’s neck and along his jaw to his mouth, and he seemed to stiffen at the action in discomfort.
Yeah. That’s pretty public.
She dropped the cutesy act, pouting, and overly sweet affection, and spoke to her boyfriend in what Lois assumed was her normal voice, “I’m going to get soaked, Clark.”
“This humidity has already done a number on my hair; if I get soaked I’m going to look like a drowned rat,” Blondie went on.
Oh boy.
Why did Blondie come to the amusement park in that dress?
It is more fashionable?
“I like the fifty foot drop. It makes me feel like I’m flying,” Homespun responded softly.
Awwwwww
“Flying?” Blondie scoffed with a shake of her hair. “Just what you need on top of everything else.”
“Oh, so it’s okay to hold a stranger’s place in line, but going and joining our friends wouldn’t be fair?” Blondie snapped.
Yes, actually.
What in the world was he doing with a witch like Blondie?
Does she really want to know that?
One good deed deserved another. “You know, I think I saw a shop over near the restrooms. I bet you could get a hat or poncho so you didn’t get wet,” Lois suggested.
but it wouldn’t be a good deed if she wasn’t giving Homespun a few minutes of peace.
She pointed out the gift shop to Blondie and called,
/imagines Lana decked out in Minni Mouse gear/
only to find Blondie’s arms around a completely different man with sandy blond hair.
Oops?
“I can’t believe you! Your boyfriend is so nice. How can you cheat on him?” she roared.
Lo-is! None of your business.
Blondie paled and glanced over her shoulder back towards where they had left Homespun.
That’s right. He can hear you.
“Just some nosy kid next to us in line, Joe,”
Kid? *Kid*? She’s almost 17!
“Why don’t you say that a little louder, kid? I bet they didn’t hear you in Metropolis. You wouldn’t understand.”
Yes, someone’s worried, all right.
“Clark wants to wait until marriage.”
/chokes/
running a hand up her leg and under her skirt. “Is that why you let me hit all those home runs?”
She did. Apparently, it didn’t fit.
