A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Five (Part One):
A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story)

Chapter Five (Part One): smallville stories

kaylakrystyne Smallville and Clois lover :)
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Two lone souls running from their pasts. One wants to be free. Another wants to escape. They meet in the most unexpected way, and find solace in each other, but how long can that happiness last? CLOIS!!!

A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Five (Part One):

Their eyes widened to the size of saucers when a jolt of electricity passed through their fingers, radiating up their arms, and warming their insides, as a tingling sensation spread throughout their bodies.

They ripped their hands away from each other at lightning speed, like they were burnt, and thought simultaneously… What the hell was that?

Their hearts accelerated, as her shocked hazel orbs met his surprised aquamarine ones, and they quickly turned away from each other, both feeling the blush creeping up to their cheeks.

Clark frowned down at his hand, still able to feel the heat of her skin lingering there, and wondered what the hell just happened.

He had never experienced a sensation like that before, it was like his body was physically reacting to hers, and it was the most amazing, and intense feeling he’s ever felt. Why did it happen? What did it mean? Did she feel it too?

He was completely, and utterly confused at the tirade of emotions he was feeling. He was attracted to her, that much was obvious, but this felt like more than attraction…it was different somehow.

Over the years, he had been attracted to a few woman, Lana in particular, but he had never felt this deeply about someone he had just met. Why was he feeling this way?

He didn’t know or even understand it because she was the complete opposite of him. She was everything he wasn’t.

She is strong-willed. He is feeble. She is Independent. He is reliant. She is determined. He is vacillating.

He knew he shouldn’t be thinking such things, especially in his current state of mind, but he couldn’t help wondering what this actually meant.

Where was this attraction coming from? Where did these undeniable feelings come from? What was it about Lois Lane that affected him like this?

Lois, on the other hand, didn’t know what to think, as she stared down at her hand, a tingling sensation prickling over her skin, and she could still feel the heat resonating from his touch.

She had never felt anything like that in her entire life, it was new, startling, and the most incredible thing she has ever experienced. What was it? What did it mean? Did he feel it too?

She was overwhelmingly, befuddled at the multitude of things that were racing through her mind.

She was physically attracted to him, which wasn’t all that surprising to her, but she was utterly and completely overwhelmed by the things he was making her feel—things no other man has ever made her feel.

Her heart skipped a beat every time he smiled at her. His endearing words made her blush. He made it impossible for her to think.

She was never the type of girl who was affected by attraction, because that’s all it was, but this was different. She wasn’t just attracted to him. She felt connected to him in some way, but that was ridiculous because they barely even knew each other.

She was never one to believe in true love, soulmates, or love at first sight, but the way he was making her feel, was changing her aspects on everything she once believed to be true, and that terrified her…immensely.

Why was she feeling this way about a man she had just met? What was it about Clark Kent that affected her mind and body so overpoweringly?

It had become eerily silent between them, as they stared at the empty air in front of them, and wallowed in their never-ending thoughts. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to break the silence, but was too afraid to even look at her, let alone speak.

She was becoming antsy. She hated uncomfortable silences, and this was one of the worst ones she’s ever experienced. She quickly blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. “So, um, how long before the tow truck company gets here?”

She felt absolutely stupid after asking that, but she didn’t know what else to say, it wasn’t like he was saying anything so, she had to improvise. He sighed, softly closing his eyes before whispering, “About an hour or so.”

She didn’t want him here. She didn’t want to be stuck with him any longer than necessary. He couldn’t really blame her, but for some reason, the idea of her not wanting him here… hurt, a lot more than it should have.

But, what was he expecting? She was probably terrified, disgusted, and horrified by him, and just wanted to be as far away from him as possible. He slightly shifted, uncomfortably, and moved a little further away from her.

She didn’t want him here. He was probably freaking her out. He should leave. He should just get on his bike, and never look back.


He really, really didn’t want to…not yet. She was affecting him in many more ways than one, and honestly, he liked her company. He didn’t know what to do.

On one hand, he should just leave like he was originally intending on doing, but on the other, he was enjoying spending time with her. But, before he had a chance to make any decision, her next words, completely caught him off guard.

“Well, since we don’t have anything better to do, can I ask you something?” He tensed, immediately. She was going to ask about his powers. What was he going to tell her?

“S-sure.” “Why were you standing on the side of the road?” He looked over at her. He was not expecting that. “Uh, I was thinking.”

She sighed. This was going well, she thought to herself. It was still uncomfortable between them, and all she wanted was it to end. She genuinely liked his company, but the dead air between them was killing her.

She had always been a talkative person, and he seemed to be the complete opposite. She understood that he couldn’t or wouldn’t talk about certain things, but he could at least hold up his end of the conversation.

She tried again. “Where are you headed?” He looked down. He didn’t want to think about that or talk about it, for that matter.

He realized that she was trying to engage him in conversation, which made him second guess his previous thoughts, maybe she did want him here. But, why couldn’t she ask safer questions? These were just hitting way too close to home.

“I was just driving.” She sighed. I officially give up! She was getting absolutely nowhere, and his short and simple answers were irritating the living shit out of her.

He looked over at her, and noticed how her shoulders dropped, and she just stared at the ground. He was being idiotic. This beautiful, amazing woman wanted to talk to him, get to know him, and he was shutting her out.

He wanted to talk to her, get to know her, but he couldn’t because he didn’t want to talk about certain things. But, it’s not like she was asking for his life story.

If he wanted to talk to her then he was going to have to open himself up to her, even if it was just a fraction of himself. “Where were you headed?” She looked over at him, completely surprised, that he was asking her a question.

They might be getting somewhere, she thought then smiled. “The same as you, actually, but honestly, I have no idea where I’m going.” He nodded. “I don’t know where I’m going either.”

They looked at each other, completely surprised that they were both clueless to their next destination. Was it just coincidence that they met? They weren’t too sure about that.

To be continued...

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