Strange colored rocks. By Clarica.

Staring at some strange pics of a sort of meteor colored rocks wasn't usual for me, I had to admit that, but my curiosity got the best of me. Those photos on my screen intrigued me... For the odd content of them and for the uncommon set they were in. I wasn't a geologist but those were the weirdest places in the world to find a meteor rock. Okay, I wasn't so naive, hello? Someone could have placed them there for a purpose but the question was why?

I decided to send those shots pronto to SmallvilleGuy for a second opinion. My 'SkepticGirl1' username was more significant than ever that afternoon, that's how I felt myselt anyway: skeptic.

"Okay," I started "here I am, my friend, to send you my latest discovery of this early morning...the pics above. Do you see them? Tell me about how to spend quality time while I'm getting ready for school...XD."

I laughed loudly at my own joke. It was 5:16 PM in the afternoon then, and I was about to start my homework, but I felt the urge to show him what I'd found in my random search on the web. I wasn't sure if I'd catch him because, usually, he was busy with farm chores in that time of the day but I wanted to try anyway. So I hit the 'send button' and waited. I waited for a very long time, longer than our last chat online. The signal that he was typing, though, reassured me somehow in the end.

"Do those come form your Art class again?" his question followed my words in no time. That meant he was already there watching my pics. Always his long typing and his real short reply, I made a disappointed face at the screen wondering what he had just cancelled.

"Nice try, Smallville, but no."

"Smallville?"

For a moment I didn't notice the new nickname I had just stuck on him but I had a ready answer for that.

So that was what I wrote "Well, you know, since you insist to keep your 'Real Identity' and name a complete mystery on my side I have to work with what I got...Do you like it?"

"I think I can handle that, yeah."

"Back to the topic, I mean the pics, friendly Alien boy (sorry for the sudden new appellative but after our experience in WW3 I can't help myself)." I didn't have much time for chatting right now but my humorous side emerged spontaneously with him, "I did some research, you know me, and I found out that a college student near Kansas City took those shots and posted them on his blog. Obviously, I've already had a little online chat with him (his screen-name is Thecuriousone, if you want to check,) and he confessed he discovered those kind of primary colored rocks in some cornfields outside the city, but he claimed that he's no way involved in the strange spots where those rocks are actually placed. Any thought about them?

"Lois..." his concerned side toward me surfaced from the words he was using with me. I felt touched. "Are you sure you can trust this guy and his suspect photos? They could be a false to trick people into some sort of ingenuous joke."

"Really, even you?" Now my brain was elaborating his reply "I mean, if my screen-name has some indication about how I don't trust easily... Listen, I think we have something here.Mineral rocks made of bright primary colors showing up in those weird spots? Seriously, I mean… I'm sure you get what I mean…– I suddenly changed the tone of the conversation – Or are you afraid that I might find out something more about your 'RI' in my research? You know if I did you can trust me completely, right?"

"I know, and it's not this aspect that worries me. I told you, the situation is more complicated..."

I sensed I touched a delicate key on the other side of the chat and I didn't want to push it further –for now.

"Okay, I get it." I went on "But I need to tell you what I think about those colored rocks because I feel I'm going insane otherwise. Don't think too bad of me and work with me for a moment. Those could be some fragments of a meteors shower from another sort of planet and the different colors surely must have different effects and reactions on us as humans like, I don't know, positive, negative and neutral ones also... So, just give them a thought and if you can dig something more let me know, and..."

I was feeling audacious at that point and I didn't know what had triggered me to act that way but I sensed he needed a sort of incentive to get my reasons.

"...maybe next time we chat, I can consider to send your way that real recent picture of me I mentioned last time, you know, to let you see how I look like, so you don't have to guess anymore..."

I closed my eyes for a long while. Maybe I went too far with that last line, but here it was his prompt comeback.

"Lois... I promise," he didn't seem to notice the flirtatious tone of my last words at first, seriously, men didn't seem to get that girl's section immediately, but then what he added made me change my mind about that "I'll put some work on that issue and...I don't know if I'm supposed to guess about how you look like IRL, but, if your Real You is anyhow similar to your avatar in WW3, I know my princess Lo of the Realm of Ye Old Troy will be a perfect girl."

I smiled, and I logged out of the chat to focus on my interesting homework.

Working with my imagination on SkepticGirl1&SmallvilleGuy online chats. FALLOUT-LOIS LANE Fandom. Read the Gwenda Bond's book first. It's really something significant...