Chloe sat in front of her computer in The Torch's office twirling a pencil between her fingers. She stared blankly at her latest editorial and concentrated on the hum of the monitor. The article was far from being complete. The truth was that nothing even remotely creepy or strange had happened in Smallville for over two weeks and it was cramping her style. The Student Government's annual bake sale/car wash just wasn't, well, interesting.
Then the article became a blur and she closed her eyes, taking an extra long blink. Every day since "the incident" she found herself drifting into retrospective thought. Try as she may she could not get her mind off of that kiss. What bugged her most was that she couldn't even remember the damn thing. Her vivid imagination was in overdrive creating possible scenarios about how exactly the whole thing played out. She knew that she must have kissed Clark; that much was obvious from his and Kyle's reaction afterward. What she didn't know, though, was how she kissed Clark.
At first she just assumed that it must have been a small peck. After all, no one made a big deal about it and Clark hadn't mentioned it since or been acting funny around her. Kyle was gone now so she couldn't exactly approach him and ask for the details either. This was one story she would never be able to crack and it was tearing her up inside.
"Did he like it?" she mused to herself? "Did I use my… tongue? And if I did, oh my god!" "And why, if he did like it, wouldn't he say something?" "So, maybe he hated it and now he'll never want to kiss me again?" "Was it a long kiss, or a short kiss?" "I wonder if he kissed me back, or did he just stand there and pretend it wasn't happening?" Her thoughts trampled over each other like a run-on sentence. And never had she come to the same conclusion twice. She wanted him to like it. She wanted him to want it again, and she wished that he would just once look at her the way he gazed at Lana.
"It's not in the cards," she mumbled to herself as she opened her eyes and unlocked her computer. "The kiss I can't remember just isn't enough." She sighed and gently set her pencil down on the desk. There was much about that "kiss" that Chloe would just never know, and she accepted it as half-heartedly as she could. But one thing she did know, and that was the one thing that made her smile. "No matter where the future takes us, I kissed Clark Kent."