Chapter One: Visitor

3 crop tops

2 halter tops

7 pairs of tube tops

Hoodie

Pair of hip-hugging bootcut jeans

4 pairs of Capri pants

3 pairs of low-rise jeans

4 pairs of khaki shorts

2 sundresses

14 pairs of boyshorts

14 bras

14 pairs of ankle socks

Rain boots

White tennis shoes

4 pairs of flip-flops

Hiking boots

2 pairs of shower shoes

Hairbrush/comb

Shampoo/conditioner

Toothbrush/toothpaste

Laundry bag

Pillow

2 sets of bed sheets

Betty Boo blanket

4 wash clothes

4 towels

2 boxes of maxi pads…spring scented

'What am I forgetting?' Chloe asked to herself as she placed the last box of maxi pads into her suitcase, 'I've got the clothes, shoes, and toiletries; what am I forgetting?'

A knock at her bedroom door brought her back into reality.

"Come in," Chloe murmured quickly closing her suitcase.

"Hey, Chloelicious," Bart's familiar voice rang in her ears as he entered. He had a huge smile on his face as if being in her room scored him points with the guys.

"Oh. Hey, Bart. Wha-what are you doing here?" Chloe asked turning on her heel to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest and starred him down.

"Easy girl…you're dad called and asked if I could help you with your suitcase, since he can't be here," Bart informed her letting his eyes wander up and down Chloe's body.

She wore a pair of low-rise jeans, a royal blue spaghetti strap top revealing cleavage, and flip-flops. Her blonde hair was pulled up into an unkempt bun and her hazel eyes were glazed over with amusement.

"He called? From Paris," Chloe scoffed watching as Bart picked up her suitcase, "hmm…he must miss me."

Bart placed the suitcase in the hallway and reentered the room. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was being sarcastic.

"So…what is this? Floss?" Bart chuckled flashing a black bikini bottom.

"I knew I was forgetting something," Chloe said blankly prying it out of Bart's hands, "Now where is the top?"

Chloe and Bart scanned the room and after a few minutes Bart found it wedge between the dresser and the queen sized bed.

"Wow. Not much coverage is it, Chlo?" Bart said breathlessly holding a thin strap between his thumb and pointer finger. A laugh escaped his lips and Chloe smirked.

"Ha ha ha," Chloe said in nearly a growl snatching it out of his grubby hands, "You're like the annoying little brother I NEVER wanted."

"Ouch. Is it bad that I want to get in your pants?" Bart asked as Chloe tucked her bikini into her tight suitcase.

Chloe shuddered at the thought and turned to face him.

"If you're going to be a perv I'll call someone else to help me," Chloe promised as Bart crossed the room into the empty hallway.

"Okay. Okay. I'll stop," Bart spoke throwing his hands up in defeat, "Just one question."

"What is it?" Chloe asked placing her hands on her wide hips.

"Did you pack my favorite panties?" Bart grinned leaning down to open her suitcase.

"Urgh, Pervert!" Chloe growled pulling her suitcase away from him.

A sleek, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala pulled up in Chloe's driveway. Bart exited the house Chloe's suitcase rolling behind him. The trunk opened and Bart placed the suitcase between a green on and orange one. Oliver Queen and Arthur Curry appeared on either side of Bart ready to pounce.

"Bart, where's Chloe?" Oliver asked immediately looking around the empty street.

"Well, hello to you too," Bart snorted closing the lid of the trunk.

"Where is she?" Oliver asked again impatiently.

"Uh…in the kitchen," Bart answered after a long awkward pause.

"Thanks," Oliver replied over his shoulder entering the house.

Arthur looked at Bart's annoyed face a chuckled to himself. Bart looked up at him and groaned.

"I feel a bet coming on," A.C. mused staring down at Bart.

"Another bet?" Bart scowled.

"Yeah, another bet," A.C. grinned, "five hundred says Ollie and Chlo are gonna hook-up before summers over."

A smile grew on Bart's face as Clark's red Dodge Ram pickup pulled up by the curb. Clark stepped out and looked over at them.

"I'll take that bet," Bart said quietly, "and my five hundred says…they won't."

"A bet is a bet."

"And a loss is a loss," Bart interjected as Clark approached them.

"What are we talking about?" Clark asked as he approached them.

"Oh…we made a little wager during the super bowl. My e doesn't team won, his team lost and he doesn't want to pay me what he owes me," Bart said with a sly grin.

"A.C. you should pay the man," Clark said staring him down.

Arthur looked over ad Bart with his evil face and took out his wallet, handing Bart a ten.

"Arrgh," Bart coughed.

Arthur scoffed and handed him a twenty and 'you'll get yours' glare forming on his face.

Chloe watched as Oliver glided into her kitchen. She was snacking on burnt toast when he suddenly appeared in all his glory, a smile on his face.

"Hey, Chloe," He greeted taking the empty seat across from her.

"Hey," she said barely above a whisper.

"Sooooo…you ready for the camping trip?" Oliver asked.

Chloe wiped the crumbs of bread off the sides of her mouth before she spoke. The last thing she wanted to do was spit breadcrumbs into the face of a cute guy.

"Ye-ah." Chloe finally said.

"Good. Good, so, who are you riding with?" Oliver asked staring into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Um…Clark," Chloe replied staring at his chest which was revealed slightly because of the undone buttons at the top of his shirt.

"Clark? Oh, I was thinking you could ride with me. You know Clark and Lana have a thing so we should let them ride together," Oliver cleverly came up with.

"Clark and Lana have a…thing?" Chloe couldn't believe it.

"Yeah…they…hooked up last summer," Oliver lied coolly.

"Um…okay. I'll ride with you, so they can ride together," Chloe said smiling up at him.

"Cool," Oliver said flashing a smile.

Clark watched from the driver's seat of his car as Chloe and Oliver exited her house. Oliver said something to her, she nodded, he smiled, and it was all weird. She ran up alongside the passenger door and knocked on the window. She looked like she had to tell him something so he rolled the window down.

"Hey," Chloe greeted breathlessly.

"Hey! Are.we.not.leaving.yet?" Clark asked as Chloe stared at him with a funny expression.

"We are leaving, but I'm riding with Oliver," Chloe answered forcing her lips into a smile.

"Oliver, really? Why?" Clark asked in confusion.

"H-we thought it would be better if you rode with Lana," Chloe replied her eyes drifting away from his.

"Oh…o-okay," Clark finally spoke a frown forming with his lips.

"Good. Okay, bye." Chloe murmured running off toward Ollie's car.