"What is it?" Chloe asked as Clark threw her that 'I sense danger' look, she only knew too well.

It was great that Clark had finally decided on Metropollis University. This way she got to see him every day. They were even on the same courses. Chloe was shocked at first that Clark wanted to pursue journalism, but who was she to complain? She had practically been pushing him into the subject for years.

"There is a woman in trouble, a few blocks away" Clark replied.

"Well get to it boyscout! Don't forget your… books." Chloe sighed as Clark zipped out of the library leaving his textbooks on the table.

Picking up both piles of books, Chloe sighed in frustration as a small journal hit the floor. She placed the books back on the desk and picked up the escapee.

Diary. Was written on the blue front cover. 'I really shouldn't.' Chloe thought as she opened it to a random page. Curiosity getting the better of the reporter within, she sat down and began to read.

I can't forgive Lana, but I can't forget Lana. The world seems SO crazy right now. I'm hunting the Zoners, with Chloe's help. She is so great.

Chloe just smiled. She really tried her best to be a good friend to Clark, and its seems he noticed her efforts.

I can't shake the feeling of pain from the things that Lana has done. But if my heart was as broken as it should be – how could I feel things for him.

-Never before has a boy wanted more-

Chloe read the last two lines again… she was sure that said him. Yep, it did!

"Oh Clark…" She said, skimming the page. How could he keep the fact that he liked guys to himself? Especially when he seemed to have feelings about someone? Surly he knew Chloe would always accept him no matter what. She accepted he had powers, that he was an alien.

Despite knowing what she was doing was wrong; she flicked a couple of more pages.

He called again today =D

'Smiley faces, Clark, honestly?' Chloe thought as she giggled.

I love how he laughs. How he tells me his stories and listens so carefully when I tell him mine. I just want need love? I think I might love him

-Who will buy this wonderful feeling?-

Chloe's eyes began to sting as tears threatened to overflow. The next entry didn't do anything for the mixture of emotions she was feeling, the strongest being her need to protect Clark. As silly as that may sound.

He said he 'really' misses me, today when he called. He said he wishes I could be there helping. It's just because he is polite though, I know he doesn't really miss me that much. It feels nice just to think he might though. To believe I mean anything to him.

School is hard. Chloe makes it better, and even though it pains me to admit it, so does Lois. If he was here, I could do ANYTHING. Just like he said I can.

-I'm so high I swear I could… Fly?-

'It can't be' Chloe thought to herself. Her eyes wide with disbelief.

It seemed to all fit together though. Someone Clark couldn't see, but called him with updates. Someone who wanted Clark's help… Then the lyrics. She never knew Clark was so mushy, or that he knew any lyrics from Oliver.

Oliver, Oliver Queen. She still couldn't believe it. Her best friend was not only gay, bisexual, whatever. He was also in love with a billionaire, who judging by the things he said over the phone also had some feelings for Clark. Trust Clark to be too dense to notice.

She quickly flipped to the last entry.

My head is reeling, but my heart is wilting. He is coming to see me this weekend. I have to lay my feelings to rest if I want to keep him as a friend. He could never want me. Never love me. Who could, really? I'm not Lois… I'm not even the right gender!

Why is he all I think about?

-At the wake, we'll drink a toddy. To the body… Beautiful.-

So, it was definitely him. A mention of the ex and another Oliver lyric. Thank God Chloe had grown up with Oliver and Annie playing on a constant loop or she would have no idea.

The cogs churned in her over packed mind. Clark was hurting; when he might not have to… she needed a plan.

After dropping off Clark's books in his bedroom, Chloe put her plan into action. Grabbing the secure line cell phone she used to help out as Watchtower she looked for Green Arrow's number.

"Arrow" Oliver answered.

"Arrow, it's Watchtower."

"Hey, long time no speak. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. I hear you are flying in this weekend?"

"Yeah, just for a day or two, to catch up."

Good, it was Oliver that Clark had been writing about. Now for the plan.

"Honestly, I called to talk about Boyscout."

"Boyscout. Is he OK? Is he hurt? Do you need me to fly in now?"

"No, no. Boyscout is fine. Well, he is actually in a dark place right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I think he kind of likes someone, a lot. And it's hurting him because they don't like him back."

"Who is it?"

The jealousy was evident in Oliver's harsh tone. Phase one of the plan complete, onto phase two.

"I can't really tell you that."

"Then why did you call me? There is nothing I can do. If Cl… I mean Boyscout likes someone, he has to just go for it."

"Woah there Mr. Crabby. Don't take out your jealousy on me."

"I'm sorry."

"So you admit it?"

"What?"

"You ARE jealous?"

"Look, Chloe. What do you want from me?"

"To admit you are in love with Clark."

With that Oliver hung up. 'Well that was phase two… kind of.' Chloe thought. There was no way she was going to let him get away with it that easily. "Time for something he can't hang up on." She said to herself as she began to type a txt message.

Arrow. If you love him, show him. I don't mean subtly, this is boyscout. Do something big and maybe he will realise you want him. Hurt him. I will hunt you down. Watchtower.

She waited for a few seconds and the phone beeped. 'Result'

Watchtower. I don't want him, I need him. I will never hurt him, I promise you that. Just don't heal me to death. Arrow.

With a smirk Chloe replied.

You have all the humour of a bow and the subtlety of an arrow. That last part might come in useful.