A/N: Yep, my first Smallville fic… Oh. n btw, I think Kristin Kreuk is a fantastic actress and I adore Lana…. But Clark n Chloe just belongs together!

Something More

By

Vi. Nguyen

That was the first time I noticed her. I mean, really noticed her.

I've always seen her as nothing more than a friend. Then I saw as nothing more than a best friend. Than nothing than as a smart and cute best friend. And gradually it went from cute and smart to attractive and witty best friend. From very attractive best friend to very, very, very attractive girl. And now? Errr…. Well, full-time crush.

She had always been the reliable one. The fearless (and sometimes reckless) girl with more wit, intelligence and energy than anyone in this small town of ours. Heck, she has more sarcastic comments stored in her head than the entire teenage population of Smallville.

Whoever started those blonde-are-airheads joke haven't met her. And if they had, they wouldn't have lived long, that's for sure.

But there's also something else in that petite blonde. This fragility that she had. How her eyes somehow betray the different emotions that are running through her mind. And yet, in those stormy eyes, you are never sure of what you can see. It's as if you were watching something amazing but couldn't explain what it was, something you have no idea what it is. That's what she is, the outspoken one who's a complete mystery.

That was before I almost lost her for the first time. I've almost lost her so many times. So many times. Strangely, there was always something that warned me, as if there was a link between me and her. I never stopped to ponder why… I just ran. I ran to her before it was too late, hoping I wouldn't be too late.

Those were the moments that I feared most. I feared them as much as I feared losing my parents. Not only for her… but also for myself. Because I was afraid of what life would be without remarks, her voice, her smile, her support, her presence… and her. I couldn't think of life without her. Couldn't imagine a day without her.

Each time I got to her, I could only hold her against me. The way she smiles and yet cries when she sees me and realize she's still alive. How her usually strong and calm demeanor would shatter in those moments and she would cling to me as soon as I touched her and held her, trying to hold myself back from crushing her.

But when she was back to her normal self,  which was rather quickly, I would try to brush those feelings away… well no literally. I couldn't hide my worries but at least the "that's-when-I-realized-that-I-was-maybe-in-love-with-you" part was kept hidden.

But let's get back to now. Now she's sitting in front of her computer. Clicking furiously (if that's possible) and occasionally sipping her coffee. And I'm sitting a few computers away, in the Torch, my eyes intently focused on her strawberry-tinted lips, peach skin complexion, short golden wisped hair, cute nose and amazing sparkling green eyes.

Instead of typing my article, I'm staring at her. God, I'm even expecting her to turn around any moment now and give me a scolding: "Hurry up your ass, we have a deadline to meet, farm boy." Heck, I'm even surprised she hasn't already done so.

I'm sitting here, thinking about how amazing she is. I'm thinking about how I couldn't, shouldn't be having these feelings for her. Because she's only Chloe…

And that's the problem. She's… Chloe.

And all I feel for her is nothing more than a slight attraction to her. Yeah, if I keep repeating that I might believe myself one day.

When she stops biting her lips of course… Ha!

I need comments!!! I live on them… lol! Vi Nguyen

Written June 13, 2002. Typed out… September 2002.