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——

"Lydia, I don't want a boyfriend."

Lydia groaned loudly. She had expected that response, being that she had gotten it a million times before from Lois. But she had never given up trying — plus, she needed a better distraction than shopping for once in her life. With Jackson having gone to London and unlikely to return any time soon, Lydia decided to try and put her focus off of her own love life and into someone else's. And, as you may assume, that love life belonged to Lois Lane.

"But you haven't dated since freshman year!" Lydia said, "And it was only for three months! You broke John Claren's heart—!"

"He was lucky I didn't break his face!"

"Lo, he gave you a bear for Valentines Day—"

"I hate Valentines Day."

   "I know you do," rolling her eyes, Lydia continued to type the answers into the online quiz she had pulled up. She glanced back at Lois who was sat on her bed, and upon seeing that the girl was none the wiser, smiled contently. "You always have."

    "See, Lyd— I don't need a boyfriend, because you already know me more than any boy ever could." Lois taunted, "What are you even doing, over there?"

    "Filling out a dating quiz."

    "What? Really?" She was confused about the answer, seeing as Jackson had only just left and Lydia had spent the whole night at their sleepover crying about how she missed him. Of course, it was fine to cry and also fine to move on — Lois just hadn't really expected it to change over the course of one night's sleep, is all. It was a bit confusing, "You wanna start dating, again? Already?"

    "Oh— sweetie, no." Lydia laughed, "It's not for me,"

   Lois' stomach twisted.

    "Then, who's it for?"

    "For you!"

    "Lydia, no—!" Groaning loudly, the brunette shot up off the bed and rushed towards her desk, but Lydia had already jumped away and was running to the other side of her room. "I don't want to fill out a dating quiz!"

    "You don't have to! I'm doing it for you," her friend smiled.

    "I don't want you to do it for me, either!" Lois shouted, running to the side of the bed that Lydia was stood only to watch the girl jump onto it, "Supernatural life and boyfriends don't mix, Lyds!"

    "It didn't work out for me and Allison, but that doesn't mean it won't work out for you!"

    "That's totally what it means—!"

   She scoffed and continued to click a few things, giggling wildly as she dodged a pillow that Lois had thrown at her. Even though had said that she didn't want a boyfriend — being that sophomore year had been such a mess, she doubted that throwing a boyfriend into the mix would make it much easier — but she had also said how lonely she was. Lois was planning on getting a car this summer and passing her test, and Lydia remembered the day at the ice rink clearly: Lois had said that she didn't want a car because nobody would ride it with her, and it had made her friend feel awful. It was at a time where everyone was in a relationship, or had been in one recently, apart from Lois. Lydia didn't realise how lonely she must have felt, even if she did see her friends 24/7.

   Lois deserved to be happy — not lonely.

   And anyway, this quiz was just harmless fun. It wasn't going to give Lois a boyfriend on the spot, so she didn't have to worry.

    "How do you even know all my information?"

    "Didn't you just say I knew everything about you?"

    "Ugh— Lydia!"

    "Sh— it's the last question!" Lydia waved a hand, clicked one more thing, and then smiled in victory. She jumped in joy and sank to her knees, patting the spot beside her. "All done!" Lydia beaned, "Come!" Lois didn't move, "I said come! Come sit!"

   Lois passed a sigh but sat anyway, shifting to see the screen.

    "It's basically a quiz to tell us what kind of boyfriend you should have, based on your likes and dislikes, hobbies— that sort of stuff, I made up a couple..."

    "Lydia!"

    "...but it's fine!" She shrugged, "It should be close enough."

   Trying to glare at the girl for as long as she could, unimpressed by this whole thing, Lois eventually gave up. It was no use when Lydia wasn't so much as fazed by her stare, and maybe she was kind of curious to see what the quiz said... Not because she had wanted a boyfriend, or anything, but because it was childish and silly. What harm could it do? It wasn't going to tell her who her soulmate was — she was pretty sure her soulmate was Leonardo DiCaprio. So, unless he was an answer to that quiz, Lois doubted that it really meant anything at all.

    "Okay— let's see..." Lydia mumbled, "Okay, so question one was do you dream about your wedding, all the time? I said no, because you have never spoken about getting married once in your life,"

    "It's a waste of time, we should focus on the now—"

    "Question two, are you a morning person? I think we all know the answer to that one..."

   Lois couldn't correct her, there.

    "Pizza or cake? Pizza, obviously."

    "Now, I'm hungry—"

    "Best part of a relationship? Dates and intimacy," she wiggled her eyebrows at the last word and ignored Lois' scolding, carrying on to read out the rest of the answers, "Jealous person? Not really, next milestone on your life? Well, there was no surviving supernaturals, so I put marriage. Dream date?" She screwed up her nose, "No such thing — ugh, you're such a pessimist, Lo!"

    "Hey—!" She huffed, "You answered them!"

    "Sharing space...blah, blah— where do you meet guys?" Lydia let out a strangled laugh, "I'm sorry— I just had to put at church!"

   At this point, Lois wasn't even bothered.

    "Blah, blah— oh! For when you get stressed, I said you get passive-aggressive—"

    "What the hell—!"

    Lydia sent her a pointed look, "Seems like I got that one right."

    The next five minutes were spent going through the rest of the answers, and Lois could honestly say that Lydia did know her very well. Most of them were right, or funny answers that Lois would have put anyway, and it was kind of scary how well the redhead knew her. But they were best friends, so maybe not.

    "Right! Now all that boring stuff is done," Lydia hummed as she scrolled down the page. She clapped her hands happily and gave a drumroll, "You're ideal kind of boyfriend is...."

   They both leant in, curious of the answer, then leant back.

    "...a puppy?"

    "A puppy?" Lois was mildly offended, "It says that I should get a puppy? Not a boyfriend? What kind of answer is that?"

    "Why waste your time with a boy if you don't even want one? All you want is the affection, so get a puppy...." the strawberry blonde read out, a grimace clear on her face. Lydia turned back to Lois and frowned, looking confused. "Do you even like dogs?"

    "Of course, I like dogs!" She snapped, "Who doesn't?"

    "Okay, wait— wait, it says further down that you should save yourself some drama, hm— blah, blah! Oh—!" Grinning, Lydia tapped the screen with a manicured finger. "Okay; so, if you do want a boyfriend if the puppy doesn't work out, you should go for someone with the same kind of traits that a dog would have!"

   Lois wasn't convinced, "Well, what are the traits?"

    "Loyalty, protective, happy to see you..." she hummed, "Your ideal man isn't much of a talker, but he will go barking mad for you in particular— okay...let's ignore that part. Uh— okay, he'll be smart, have a unique personality, and emotional when he feels safe."

    "Okay...that doesn't sound too bad," Lois shrugged, "What else does it say?"

    "He should be funny, obviously, and you'll make each other a better person as you get closer," Lydia nodded, "He might be a bit stubborn but he'll make compromises for you,"

   She then coo'd, "And he'll make you feel secure and loved!"

   Lois found herself flushing red, and covered her face with a spare cushion when Lydia poked her cheek. She had to admit, the guy that this quiz had drawn up for you was pretty inviting, and a small part of her wished that she knew a guy like that already. A close call was Scott, but he was like her brother so was very much out of the question — other than that, she couldn't think of many people that fit the bill. Although, Lois guessed that there probably wouldn't be anyone that matched their description. It was just a quiz after all, based on some random person's ideals for their own dream guy, and there would likely never be a man who was that perfect. It was all made up.

    "Isn't it weird that it said puppy...?" Lydia thought about their answer closely, "It's almost like they meant werewolf..."

    "Definitely not!"

    "Come on, we know heaps of werewolves!"

    "I am not going to be another girl that falls victim to the charm of a wolf, Lydia!" She objected, "No! No way— if I ever find a boyfriend, he'll be completely human. No claws, no fangs, and no glowing eyes!"

   Lydia rolled her eyes.

    "If I get a boyfriend, he will be a normal boy—"

   In that moment, Lois swore it to herself.

    "—when I find a guy, he will not be a werewolf!"

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