Title-Cinnamon Raisin
Rating-PG
Pairings-Slight Clana and Chlark.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything, do I look that much like the WB?
Spoilers-Accelerate, Calling
Summary-Chloe babbles on about muffins, Clark, and Shakespeare. * MUCH DRABBLE * Reviews appreciated a lot.
Random Notes-Okay, this may be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay off for "Calling", but don't sue me. I *heart* reviews! GIMME!
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Hello Mr. Muffin.
You look delicious.
But I can't eat you now because I promised I wouldn't eat until Clark stops liking Lana.
Okay...did I just say that?
That's sad, even for you, Chloe. Clark will never be interested in me, and it's totally ridiculous to starve myself because my best friend's in love with another girl.
Is this a cinnamon muffin?
I am so tired of being a Helena. You know, from "A Midsummer's Night Dream". I'm Helena, Clark is Demetrius, and Lana is Hermia. Wait, then who's Lysander?
I should stop reading Shakespeare. It makes me think too much.
Hmm...
The muffin package says to put it into the microwave for 5 to 10 seconds, then it will be 'delicious'.
Well, you are a pretty scrumptious muffin...
I know it's stupid, Lana is my friend, but I'm still jealous. Why doesn't Clark like me as much? I'm just as pretty.
I think.
Look, Mr. Muffin, the microwave is dinging! Now I can eat you.
Sometimes I feel like a muffin.
Lana is a muffin too.
We are both beautiful and delicious cinnamon on the outside.
But she has something more than I do.
This muffin has a raisin in it. I hate raisins. Weird, dried out grapes.
That's it!
That's what Lana has.
Raisins.
That sounds weird. Let me rephrase it...as a muffin, Lana is a cinnamon raisin one.
Clark likes raisins? Those weird, dried out grapes?
What is he, a psychopath?
Well, it's not like I could magically change into a cinnamon raisin muffin like that!
I can't be Lana.
I'll just be Chloe.
Without raisins.
Okay, I'll accept that. I'll just be plain old cinnamon.
(Those taste better anyway.)
Sometimes, though, I'll just want to be cinnamon raisin.
Goodbye, Mr. Muffin.
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Did I not tell you it was drabble? Hel-llo! PLEEEEEEEZE Review! I will give you a cookie! *waves cookie in readers face*
Rating-PG
Pairings-Slight Clana and Chlark.
Disclaimer-I don't own anything, do I look that much like the WB?
Spoilers-Accelerate, Calling
Summary-Chloe babbles on about muffins, Clark, and Shakespeare. * MUCH DRABBLE * Reviews appreciated a lot.
Random Notes-Okay, this may be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay off for "Calling", but don't sue me. I *heart* reviews! GIMME!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hello Mr. Muffin.
You look delicious.
But I can't eat you now because I promised I wouldn't eat until Clark stops liking Lana.
Okay...did I just say that?
That's sad, even for you, Chloe. Clark will never be interested in me, and it's totally ridiculous to starve myself because my best friend's in love with another girl.
Is this a cinnamon muffin?
I am so tired of being a Helena. You know, from "A Midsummer's Night Dream". I'm Helena, Clark is Demetrius, and Lana is Hermia. Wait, then who's Lysander?
I should stop reading Shakespeare. It makes me think too much.
Hmm...
The muffin package says to put it into the microwave for 5 to 10 seconds, then it will be 'delicious'.
Well, you are a pretty scrumptious muffin...
I know it's stupid, Lana is my friend, but I'm still jealous. Why doesn't Clark like me as much? I'm just as pretty.
I think.
Look, Mr. Muffin, the microwave is dinging! Now I can eat you.
Sometimes I feel like a muffin.
Lana is a muffin too.
We are both beautiful and delicious cinnamon on the outside.
But she has something more than I do.
This muffin has a raisin in it. I hate raisins. Weird, dried out grapes.
That's it!
That's what Lana has.
Raisins.
That sounds weird. Let me rephrase it...as a muffin, Lana is a cinnamon raisin one.
Clark likes raisins? Those weird, dried out grapes?
What is he, a psychopath?
Well, it's not like I could magically change into a cinnamon raisin muffin like that!
I can't be Lana.
I'll just be Chloe.
Without raisins.
Okay, I'll accept that. I'll just be plain old cinnamon.
(Those taste better anyway.)
Sometimes, though, I'll just want to be cinnamon raisin.
Goodbye, Mr. Muffin.
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Did I not tell you it was drabble? Hel-llo! PLEEEEEEEZE Review! I will give you a cookie! *waves cookie in readers face*