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I was living for a dream, loving for a moment, taking on the world, that was just my style, now I look into your eyes, I can see forever, the search is over, you were with me all the while...
"So how was your date last night?" Clark asks Lois while he's making the popcorn.
She frowns for a moment. "I don't want to talk about it," plopping down on the couch.
"That bad huh?" bringing a bowl over and sitting down next to her.
"Yep," reaching into the bowl. She looks over at him. "What about yours?" she asks him; munching on the popcorn.
"It was okay I guess," taking some for himself. "She's not really my type though," leaning back against the couch.
"And what is your type anyway? The 'damsel in distress and you have to rescue her' type?"
He furrows his brows in annoyance. "That's NOT my type."
She just shrugs her shoulders and continues to eat. He looks at her curiously. "Do you really think that's my type?" a questioning tone in his voice.
"Sure I do. Need I remind you about Lana?" her eyebrows raised.
"Please don't," folding his arms across his chest.
"Now, now Smallville, don't you pout. I'm just being honest with you."
"Brutally honest if you ask me," still frowning at her.
"You wouldn't have me any other way now would you?" she says teasingly; popping some more popcorn in her mouth.
He looks at her curiously. "I guess not," he remarks; finally smiling back at her. Then he says, "You know, there are times I think you don't know me at all; but others when I think you know me better than anyone."
She just gives him a coy smile. "Haven't we had this conversation before? Because it sounds oddly familiar to me."
"I wouldn't be surprised. We talk just about everything so it's certainly possible."
"You're right," she says; taking some more popcorn.
He looks at her in astonishment. "Did I just hear Lois Lane say that I was right about something?"
"I would savor the moment because it'll probably be a while before it happens again," winking at him.
"Oh I will," flashing her a big smile.
They sit there in silence for a little while; the only sound coming out of their mouths is of them eating the popcorn.
"So," she finally speaks up, "What do you want to do now?"
"I thought we were going to watch a movie," he replies.
"Okay," getting up from the couch and walking over to the shelf where he keeps the DVD's. "Let's see what you have here," scanning the titles on the shelf. "Not much of a selection Smallville," a frown on her face.
He gets up and walks over to where she is; standing behind her and looking over her shoulder. "How about that one?" pointing to one of them.
"You've got mail? Really Smallville?" turning around to look curiously at him.
"What's wrong with that?" he retorts.
"You don't have to get all defensive on me Clark. I just didn't think you went for girlie movies."
"I wouldn't consider it a 'girlie movie' Lois. A lot of guys also like that movie."
"Okay," she replies; a thoughtful look on her face. "Name me at least two guys who like that movie - and I will watch it," extending her hand to him. "Deal?"
"Deal," taking her hand and gripping it tightly.
"So who are they Smallville?" she asks him.
"That's easy," a big grin on his face. "Jimmy and Oliver," he replies.
She stares at him incredulously. "You're kidding - right?"
"No, I'm not," he says. "Why would I lie about it?"
"Hmm," frowning for a moment. Then she takes her cell phone out and dials a number.
"Who are you calling?" Clark asks her.
"Oliver," she replies. "Hello Ollie? It's me Lois. Listen, I have an odd question to ask you. Clark claims that you like the movie You've got mail." She listens for a moment. "I see," a frown on her face. "Thanks for nothing Ollie," snapping her phone closed.
"So what did he say?" Clark asks her; a barely disguised smirk on his face.
"I would wipe that smirk off your face if I were you Smallville," she warns him.
"Sorry. Can't do it. I'm enjoying this way too much," sitting back on the couch and propping his feet on the coffee table.
She opens her phone again to make another call. "Chloe? It's Lois. I have an odd question for you. Does Jimmy like the movie You've got mail?" She listens for a moment. "He does huh? Why am I not surprised," frowning again. "Never mind why I asked. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay. Bye," hanging up the phone and putting it back into her pocket. She sits down on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.
"Don't you just hate being wrong?" a big smile on his face.
"I'm warning you Smallville. Wipe that smile off your face."
He leans forward until they're almost nose to nose. "MAKE ME," he dares her.
They stare at each other for what seems like a long time. But it's only about ten seconds before Lois gets back up and walks over to the shelf; picking up the DVD and inserting the disc into the player.
She sits back down and presses 'play'; laying the remote down on the coffee table as the movie begins to play.