Author: CSLL0105
Last Episode Seen Before Writing: Tempest (Please let the tornado kill
Lana)
Disclaimer: If I owned Chloe, I wouldn't be writing fan fics, I'd be living
them.
A/N: This is my first fan fic, please be kind. If you want more experienced
writing, check out my sister's (ILoveClarkKent). But read mine anyway,
because I'm cooler.
Chloe Sullivan did not believe in stereotypes. She did not think that all blondes were dumb. After all, she was one and she was on the honor roll. She did not believe that all girls were long haired, shallow, self-absorbed pop maniacs. After all, with her spiky hair and love for alternative music, she was destroying the mold right there. Bu deep down she knew that she fit the stereotypical best friend. She was in love with Clark Kent. She was madly in love with Clark Kent. She was so in love that every touch, every brush of skin made her skin goose bump and her hair stand on end. She knew that she was supposed to be empowered and not feel so dependent on a guy, but she also knew that if there were no Clark then surely her heart would explode. She had managed to cover up her crush for four years. She had covered up every instance of her teenage lust with sarcasm or witty observations, but as of late, her quick witted comments were becoming more lethargic and she found herself silently staring or avoiding Clark all together. She stood now in the kitchen, making a quick lunch and trying to distract herself from the ever-growing ache in her chest.
'Hey Chloe, what are you doing?" A dark haired head popped into view from the kitchen window. Chloe smiled to herself, only Clark could reach that window. Maybe being tall had some advantages.
"Making pasta, you want?" Of course he does, she thought, he's Clark, the human vacuum cleaner.
"Sure." He swung gingerly around the house and walked through the doors into the kitchen. Chloe was pouring the noodles into one big bowl.
"Sorry, I only made enough for one, we'll have to share." Chloe sat down at the wooden kitchen table and slid a fork in Clark's direction He tried to fit his tall frame under the table and Chloe giggled as he tried to fit his long legs under the short table.
"You know, this is somewhat similar to a movie." Clark said between slurps.
"Which one?" Chloe wiped a bit of wayward sauce off her cheek.
"Lady and the Tramp." Clark said smiling.
"What, you mean the one noodle scene."
"Yeah, where the two dogs kiss."
"Are you calling me a dog?" Chloe asked in mock anger.
"No, are you saying you want to kiss me?" Clark smiled and turned back to the bowl before he could see the blush lining Chloe's cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and twirled a piece of pasta around her fork. Maybe an invitation for lunch wasn't her wisest move. Clark looked up suddenly and began to laugh.
"What is it?" Chloe furrowed her brow and stared at him.
"You have sauce all over your face."
Chloe's hands flew to her face "WHERE?!" Clark laughed at Chloe's expression of horror and leaned over to wipe off the offending tomato sauce. Chloe shivered at his touch and hoped it wasn't noticeable. Suddenly, the air between them seemed to fill with sparks and Chloe quickly found herself connected to Clark. At the lips. Clark didn't know what had happened. One second he cupped Chloe's cheek in his hand, the next thing he knew he was kissing Chloe with a passion he had never known. Her lips felt silky and soft under his and felt the deep desire to hold her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, continuing to softly kiss her lips. They taste like strawberry, he thought, angling his head so that his tongue could slip out. Chloe so involved in the kiss that she had her arms around his neck, tensed slightly at this, but opened obligingly. After what seemed like forever, something snapped in Chloe's head and she realized just what was going on and just whom she was kissing, she jerked her head back. Clark's eyes popped open and he too suddenly became aware of what had just happened. Both the teenagers stared at each other for a few moments, both trying to catch their breaths and trying to figure out what had just happened. Clark's cheeks flamed red and Chloe avoided his eyes, scared that her weakened will might make her do something stupid.
"Uh-I'd better be getting home." Clark finally stammered, getting up to leave. Chloe stood up as well, only reaching his shoulder.
"Um-okay. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Uh yeah, bye." Clark slammed the door behind him, leaving a very confused, very happy, Chloe alone in the middle of the kitchen. Her eyes never left the door as she wiped of the last of the tomato sauce off her face with her sleeve.
Chloe Sullivan did not believe in stereotypes. She did not think that all blondes were dumb. After all, she was one and she was on the honor roll. She did not believe that all girls were long haired, shallow, self-absorbed pop maniacs. After all, with her spiky hair and love for alternative music, she was destroying the mold right there. Bu deep down she knew that she fit the stereotypical best friend. She was in love with Clark Kent. She was madly in love with Clark Kent. She was so in love that every touch, every brush of skin made her skin goose bump and her hair stand on end. She knew that she was supposed to be empowered and not feel so dependent on a guy, but she also knew that if there were no Clark then surely her heart would explode. She had managed to cover up her crush for four years. She had covered up every instance of her teenage lust with sarcasm or witty observations, but as of late, her quick witted comments were becoming more lethargic and she found herself silently staring or avoiding Clark all together. She stood now in the kitchen, making a quick lunch and trying to distract herself from the ever-growing ache in her chest.
'Hey Chloe, what are you doing?" A dark haired head popped into view from the kitchen window. Chloe smiled to herself, only Clark could reach that window. Maybe being tall had some advantages.
"Making pasta, you want?" Of course he does, she thought, he's Clark, the human vacuum cleaner.
"Sure." He swung gingerly around the house and walked through the doors into the kitchen. Chloe was pouring the noodles into one big bowl.
"Sorry, I only made enough for one, we'll have to share." Chloe sat down at the wooden kitchen table and slid a fork in Clark's direction He tried to fit his tall frame under the table and Chloe giggled as he tried to fit his long legs under the short table.
"You know, this is somewhat similar to a movie." Clark said between slurps.
"Which one?" Chloe wiped a bit of wayward sauce off her cheek.
"Lady and the Tramp." Clark said smiling.
"What, you mean the one noodle scene."
"Yeah, where the two dogs kiss."
"Are you calling me a dog?" Chloe asked in mock anger.
"No, are you saying you want to kiss me?" Clark smiled and turned back to the bowl before he could see the blush lining Chloe's cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and twirled a piece of pasta around her fork. Maybe an invitation for lunch wasn't her wisest move. Clark looked up suddenly and began to laugh.
"What is it?" Chloe furrowed her brow and stared at him.
"You have sauce all over your face."
Chloe's hands flew to her face "WHERE?!" Clark laughed at Chloe's expression of horror and leaned over to wipe off the offending tomato sauce. Chloe shivered at his touch and hoped it wasn't noticeable. Suddenly, the air between them seemed to fill with sparks and Chloe quickly found herself connected to Clark. At the lips. Clark didn't know what had happened. One second he cupped Chloe's cheek in his hand, the next thing he knew he was kissing Chloe with a passion he had never known. Her lips felt silky and soft under his and felt the deep desire to hold her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, continuing to softly kiss her lips. They taste like strawberry, he thought, angling his head so that his tongue could slip out. Chloe so involved in the kiss that she had her arms around his neck, tensed slightly at this, but opened obligingly. After what seemed like forever, something snapped in Chloe's head and she realized just what was going on and just whom she was kissing, she jerked her head back. Clark's eyes popped open and he too suddenly became aware of what had just happened. Both the teenagers stared at each other for a few moments, both trying to catch their breaths and trying to figure out what had just happened. Clark's cheeks flamed red and Chloe avoided his eyes, scared that her weakened will might make her do something stupid.
"Uh-I'd better be getting home." Clark finally stammered, getting up to leave. Chloe stood up as well, only reaching his shoulder.
"Um-okay. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Uh yeah, bye." Clark slammed the door behind him, leaving a very confused, very happy, Chloe alone in the middle of the kitchen. Her eyes never left the door as she wiped of the last of the tomato sauce off her face with her sleeve.