When you first met Tom on set, you flipped. Well, your heart flipped. not necessarily because he was a beautiful man, but also because of how kind and funny he was. You didn't doubt for a second on how he landed the role of Clark Kent. And lucky you, you got to play his love interest.

You're not exactly sure on how to describe your relationship with your co-star. For awhile you thought it was that perfect platonic love everyone yearned for, but as you spent more restless nights shooting together, seeing each other almost all the time because of work, the lines between a friendship and something else blurred.

"I am regretting every single thing I've eaten up until this moment, oh my God," you stifle a laugh, your cheeks burning as Tom kept you seated on his lap, your back against his chest. "Don't say that," he laughs, but there's a level of seriousness in his voice because he never likes when you bash yourself and your appearance even in the slightest.

It took everything in you not to squirm at his hands gripping your hips gently so you wouldn't fall off. "You weigh nothing to me, you know that, right?" He grins and you can see it on the screen of the camera of the cramped photobooth you both stumbled into.

"You're just saying that," you roll your eyes as you slowly started to relax in his arms before the countdown finally started. Tom chuckles before wrapping his arms around your waist, holding closer than before.

"I'm not just saying that." He murmurs against your ear before pecking a kiss on your cheek just as the photobooth snapped the first photo, making your cheeks redder and your smile wider.

The next couple of clicks of the booth captured you both giggling and laugh, you pulling the stupid baseball hat off of Tom's head, him peppering kisses on every inch of your face, and lastly the two of you kissing on the lips with your eyes fluttered shut.

The media would definitely have a field day with the two strips of black and white photos of the rising stars of Smallville acting like this.