Scarlett
The morning after, I woke up with a mild headache. After all the alcohol, I should be knocked out til this afternoon, but my body burns through things like crazy. The only person who could eat or drink more than me is Barry, I swear.
I quickly made my bed, even fluffing the pillows. My brain replays a few events from last night, mostly of Clark. I already want to be around him again, and I barely know him.
I open my top drawer and pull out a pair of wrinkled gym shorts. After throwing on my favorite under armour shirt, I head into my tiny apartment hallway.
For working at the Daily Planet, Perry pays me really well. I mean, technically I design the entire paper, everyone else just writes, edits, or works in the press room. So, my apartment is quite nice for such an expensive city like Metropolis. It's two bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and dining room. The perfect space for living solo, just how I like it.
Whenever Barry and I talk, he asks to live together but I deny him every time. He's too power-obsessed and I'm power-avoiding at the moment.
I peek into the spare room and see Lois snoring and sprawled our across the bed. Her messy orange hair is spread in a mop around her face, and I think she's even drooling a tad. She drank way too much last night, a way to try and impress Clark I presume.
I gently close the door behind me and throw on my running shoes next to the door. Once I get out onto the busy street, I head for my favorite place to run, the park.
The grass is almost too green, and it feels so refreshing to run with the sun shining on my back. I can feel my body charge with an electricity when I run, it's exhilarating and frightening. I try to use running as a way to keep everything under control, but there's always a small fear it will break loose.
Like Barry has told me a hundred times, "you can't let your power control you."
But the only way to keep it from controlling me is to use it, which isn't an option. Normality will never come by trying to use my powers. Hell, at this rate I'll never know what normal is.
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When I finally reach my apartment again, I am immediately greeted with the smell of cinnamon. I pull the hair-tie from my ponytail and wave my head as I feel my hair flow around my shoulders. I kick my running shoes into the basket next to my door and take a deep breath.
"Hey Scar, I made French toast if you want some!" I hear Lois' shrill voice announce from the kitchen.
I peak around the wall and see her sitting in a stool picking at the last of her breakfast. The cinnamon smell grows stronger, and my brain becomes aware of my stomach's growling.
"Sweet, thanks!" I say, grabbing a plate out of the cabinet by the sink. "So, how was your night last night?"
"Amazing from what I can remember. I know we played that drinking game and then it gets fuzzy after that. I do remember Clark looking like a whole ass meal!" She exclaims, rolling her eyes back and almost falling off the chair.
I join in with her laughter, remembering how attractive he looked too. "Yeah, I wonder if he has a girlfriend or wife. I didn't see a ring." I say, more to myself than her.
"I'll find out! I'm not the best investigative reporter around for no reason." She boasts proudly, putting her dirty dishes in the empty dishwasher. I nod to acknowledge her, but roll my eyes on the inside because I know exactly what she's doing. I love Lois, but she is such a flirt, on purpose.
"Do you have any plans? I was thinking we could go shopping today." She asks, lightly padding down the hallway to my spare room.
"Sure," I call out, "we could go to those cute shops on 6th street." I offer back. She responds, and it sounds something like a yes.
I quickly finish off the french toast and go to shower off the smell of the park. I didn't sweat, so it's not necessary, but it puts up a good act for Lois.
and yourself, my brain adds in.
Lois has the door closed, so I gently knock three times, "Hey, I'm just hopping in the shower quick."
"Sounds good!" She says with a muffled tone.
I head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, leaving me alone to my thoughts and the hot water.
