Chloe (working title)
Clark/Chloe, Lana/??
Authors Note: This is my First Smallville Fanfiction. It is set somewhere in the first season. Clark doesn't have heat or x-ray vision yet. Chloe and Lana are not yet friends. This will be AU, as the story will rapidly deviate from Smallville Canon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, if I did there would be an episode with a pool party at Lex's house, Lana and Chloe invited. Until I do, we await season 3 with baited breath.
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*Denotes thoughts*
Chloe Sullivan climbed aboard the school bus and threw her schoolbag into a seat. She pushed it against the window, then sat her head in her hands and sighed. She wished she could drive to school in her new car (new to her anyway) but Freshman weren't allowed to drive to school.
Sitting up, she ran a hand through her feathery blond hair. Chloe shook her head, unsuccessfully trying to fight off a yawn. She had stayed up until 2 in the morning researching a story about the misuse of school funds by certain school administrators, and in her excitement had forgotten about the need to sleep. Now she was paying the price.
The bus bounced and slid on the poor quality road. Skidding to a stop in front of a house, the doors opened to allow Clark Kent on the bus. Of course, as usual, Clark Kent was nowhere to be seen. The door crashed shut and the frustrated bus driver slammed on the gas.
Clark Kent. Chloe's best friend. He had missed the bus so frequently that half the time, the driver forgot to stop at his house at all. When he was on time for the bus, he usually had to run after it. A smile lit up Chloe's face as she thought of her friend. His dreamy blue eyes, his dark wavy hair, and his perfect smile. Not the mention the few times she had seen him without a shirt. wow. She shook off the sensation as she realized the direction such thoughts were going. *Down Girl.* Unfortunately, Clark had eyes for only one person, and it wasn't for his best friend Chloe.
The bus passed a big house on the left side of the road. A tall, beautiful girl with long brown hair was getting into a truck with a ruggedly handsome blond guy. *Lana Lang.* Chloe frowned at the thought. With her exotic good looks, long lustrous hair, and athletic body, she was undoubtedly the dream girl of many of Smallville's teenage male population. Unfortunately for Chloe, she was also Clarks.
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Chloe stumbled off the bus and into the crowd. Looking around, she hoped to see Clark and wasn't surprised to see him coming out of the cafeteria.
"Hey Clark. Miss the bus again?" she asked.
"Hey Chloe. Yeah, my alarm didn't go off. I swore I set it last night." he trailed off as his eyes focused somewhere behind Chloe. She didn't want to look, but she turned anyway and saw Lana, talking to her boyfriend Whitney Ford. Whitney was the Quarterback for the Smallville Crows, and as such was usually considered a "catch" by most of the girls. Chloe personally thought that he lacked in personality. Lana kissed him on the lips, then ducked into a classroom.
"Clark?" Chloe asked. A few seconds later, Clark shook himself out of his daydream. Chloe was frowning at him, her brow furrowed.
"What?" he asked. He gave her a smile that innocently melted her heart and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Still, it would happen again, the next time he saw Lana.
Whitney walked down the hallway and accidentally (or maybe not) bumped hard into Clark. He gave Clark a look, then continued on his way.
She shook her head and said, "Come on, were going to be late for Algebra."
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Clark sat in his seat and turned to look at Chloe as Mr. Wallace began preparing the days lessons. He took in her soft blond hair, her cute nose and pursed lips. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater, but for all the world, he couldn't tell what was different about her. The last few days, he had begun noticing things about Chloe, things he had never noticed before. The cute way she bit her bottom lip when she was thinking hard. The way she played with her hair when she was nervous. He also noticed her in other ways.
~Cue Flashback~
They were working late on the newest edition of the Torch, and Chloe finally hit save and print. Clark went over to the printer to retrieve the first printed edition of the paper. He turned to hand it to Chloe, just as she began to yawn. She raised her arms above her head as she stretched, causing her T-shirt to rise, showing some of her tummy, flat and firm.
Clark stood transfixed at the sight. She continued to yawn, oblivious to him. He had always thought that the stomach was a very attractive part of a girl, but he had never really thought of Chloe as a girl before. Now he was faced with some undeniable evidence that Chloe was, in fact, a young woman. He noticed how her breasts rose when she stretched (when did she get those??) and could even smell her perfume. He was staring uncontrollably when she stopped yawning and looked at Clark.
Chloe was confused. Clark was staring at her with that weird look, one normally reserved for Lana. "Clark?" She asked. She apparently startled him out of his daze because he blinked rapidly and turned away from her.
Clark was so embarrassed. Caught staring at Chloe like some of the Jocks did with the Cheerleaders. and now he had a problem. Self control was always a big deal with Clark, something his father had taught him. However, some things are uncontrollable, especially when looking at an attractive woman. Unless he wanted Chloe to see how much he had liked staring at her, he needed to find a way out of there.
"Chloe, I'll see you tomorrow. I need to get some sleep." He said as he grabbed his bag and made for the door, carefully keeping turned away from her. He ran down the hall and headed home.
~End Flashback~
Since then, things had been a little strained. Clark was caught flatfooted by the fact that he suddenly found Chloe incredibly attractive. However, he didn't want it to ruin their friendship. He counted Chloe as one of the closest friends, and he wasn't sure he could give that up, especially for a relationship that might only last a few months.
Still, she was gorgeous. Lana still had the primary place in his heart, but when he closed his eyes to think about the girl he "loved" images of Chloe were starting to appear along with Lana Lang.
There were quite moments in their conversations when he was alone with her, where there was no sound. He could hear her breathing pick up and he could smell her perfume. When it occurred, his heart would start racing and he would feel a little dizzy. He would usually need to get out of there, and had been making some excuses to spend less time with her than normal.
Class was over quickly, and Clark had barely heard a word of Mr. Wallace's presentation. Chloe and Clark exited the classroom and separated to go to their classes, Clark giving her one last lingering glance. She didn't notice it.
Chloe was confused about the way Clark was acting. Lately he seemed a little uptight around her. Clark Kent was always secretive, but recently he didn't seem to joke around with her as they had used to. And then there were the occasional quite moments where she felt the urge to kiss him. He used to be oblivious, or worse, thinking of Lana, but recently. She turned to look at him as they left class and saw him rounding the corner. *So handsome.* She shook her head in frustration and turned to enter the bathroom.
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Clark was passing a wall of lockers when he heard a commotion coming from around the corner. He slowly approached, trying to recognize the voices.
"Lana, what's the big deal? It's just a party, for some of the guys. Why are you making a scene?" he asked.
"Whitney, its our anniversary. We've planned to see this play for the last 3 weeks. The tickets cost me 50 dollars! And you want to cancel to go to a party for one of your linebackers?! Don't I mean anything to you?" she asked, tears in your eyes.
"He's going to college this fall and this is his last year on the team. Everyone wants to wish him well. Of course I have to be there!" he said. He didn't add that some of the guys had hired some strippers and he had to see the action.
"Fine. You go by yourself. I won't be there." she said, anger forcing her to be brief. She reached in her pocket and threw something on the ground before storming off. She didn't see Clark around the corner. Taking a peak, he saw Whitney picking up two tickets that were ripped in half, presumably for the play. Beside them was Whitney's Class ring, which she had been wearing as a necklace.
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Lana was storming through the halls towards her next class. She couldn't believe Whitney. They had been going out for a little over 3 years now, and for the last 6 months it had felt like he had been taking her for granted. She was tired of feeling like an accessory to the Quarterback.
And the party! She had heard the rumors. Trey Scott, the wide receiver, had allegedly hired 4 strippers from Metropolis to come to the party. At first she didn't believe the rumor, until everyone started clamoring about it. Suddenly it was the biggest party of the year.
Lana normally would have been at any party, but the idea that Whitney only wanted to go to see those women take off their clothes repelled her fiercely. Did their relationship mean nothing? They had planned this weekend for weeks!
As her eyes began tearing up again, she turned towards the ladies room. She tried to get a hold of herself and clean up her makeup while she was alone. It was hard as she kept crying.
She started when the toilet flushed. She had thought she was alone. She tried to look normal as the door opened and a familiar blond came out of the stall.
"Hi Chloe." Lana said, trying not to sound like she had been crying. She failed. Her makeup was running down her cheeks, and her eyes were getting puffy.
"Lana, what happened?" Chloe asked, trying to seem sympathetic, not joyous at seeing the head cheerleader brought down a notch. Lana tried to say nothing was wrong, but then the whole story came spilling out. Chloe slowly started feeling genuine sympathy. She knew that Whitney had seemed a little flaky, but this was a whole new level.
"And you know the worse part? I've seen this coming for the last 6 months! His eyes have been roving, he's been spending a lot more time with his friends. They've even been drinking a lot of alcohol. I feel like I've wasted 3 years of my life with him. I wouldn't even be a cheerleader if it wasn't for Whitney joining the Football team!"
Chloe jumped at this. She had always judged Lana to be a little Barbie beauty queen. If cheerleading was just a sham, did anyone know who the real Lana was like?
"Maybe you just need to get back to the real you." Chloe said. "You've spent so much time being 'Whitney's girlfriend' you've forgotten who Lana is."
Lana nodded, smiling beneath her messed up makeup that she was quickly removing. "Your absolutely right. How did you get so smart?" Lana was reapplying her makeup, trying to cover up evidence of her crying. She turned to Chloe.
"Chloe, how come you and I never hang out? We've know each other for years, but we've never really gotten close."
"We've been in separate worlds Lana. I've been at the Torch, and you've been on the field." Lana nodded, then said her good-byes and left the restroom. Chloe looked in the mirror, comparing herself to Lana. *Even in tear streaked make up, she's prettier than I am.*
TBC..
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Authors notes cont: First chapter of my fanfic without a real title. It will definitely revolve around Chloe, hence the working title. I hope someone out there liked it! Please review! Next chapter posted soon.
Draconious
Authors Note: This is my First Smallville Fanfiction. It is set somewhere in the first season. Clark doesn't have heat or x-ray vision yet. Chloe and Lana are not yet friends. This will be AU, as the story will rapidly deviate from Smallville Canon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, if I did there would be an episode with a pool party at Lex's house, Lana and Chloe invited. Until I do, we await season 3 with baited breath.
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*Denotes thoughts*
Chloe Sullivan climbed aboard the school bus and threw her schoolbag into a seat. She pushed it against the window, then sat her head in her hands and sighed. She wished she could drive to school in her new car (new to her anyway) but Freshman weren't allowed to drive to school.
Sitting up, she ran a hand through her feathery blond hair. Chloe shook her head, unsuccessfully trying to fight off a yawn. She had stayed up until 2 in the morning researching a story about the misuse of school funds by certain school administrators, and in her excitement had forgotten about the need to sleep. Now she was paying the price.
The bus bounced and slid on the poor quality road. Skidding to a stop in front of a house, the doors opened to allow Clark Kent on the bus. Of course, as usual, Clark Kent was nowhere to be seen. The door crashed shut and the frustrated bus driver slammed on the gas.
Clark Kent. Chloe's best friend. He had missed the bus so frequently that half the time, the driver forgot to stop at his house at all. When he was on time for the bus, he usually had to run after it. A smile lit up Chloe's face as she thought of her friend. His dreamy blue eyes, his dark wavy hair, and his perfect smile. Not the mention the few times she had seen him without a shirt. wow. She shook off the sensation as she realized the direction such thoughts were going. *Down Girl.* Unfortunately, Clark had eyes for only one person, and it wasn't for his best friend Chloe.
The bus passed a big house on the left side of the road. A tall, beautiful girl with long brown hair was getting into a truck with a ruggedly handsome blond guy. *Lana Lang.* Chloe frowned at the thought. With her exotic good looks, long lustrous hair, and athletic body, she was undoubtedly the dream girl of many of Smallville's teenage male population. Unfortunately for Chloe, she was also Clarks.
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Chloe stumbled off the bus and into the crowd. Looking around, she hoped to see Clark and wasn't surprised to see him coming out of the cafeteria.
"Hey Clark. Miss the bus again?" she asked.
"Hey Chloe. Yeah, my alarm didn't go off. I swore I set it last night." he trailed off as his eyes focused somewhere behind Chloe. She didn't want to look, but she turned anyway and saw Lana, talking to her boyfriend Whitney Ford. Whitney was the Quarterback for the Smallville Crows, and as such was usually considered a "catch" by most of the girls. Chloe personally thought that he lacked in personality. Lana kissed him on the lips, then ducked into a classroom.
"Clark?" Chloe asked. A few seconds later, Clark shook himself out of his daydream. Chloe was frowning at him, her brow furrowed.
"What?" he asked. He gave her a smile that innocently melted her heart and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Still, it would happen again, the next time he saw Lana.
Whitney walked down the hallway and accidentally (or maybe not) bumped hard into Clark. He gave Clark a look, then continued on his way.
She shook her head and said, "Come on, were going to be late for Algebra."
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Clark sat in his seat and turned to look at Chloe as Mr. Wallace began preparing the days lessons. He took in her soft blond hair, her cute nose and pursed lips. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater, but for all the world, he couldn't tell what was different about her. The last few days, he had begun noticing things about Chloe, things he had never noticed before. The cute way she bit her bottom lip when she was thinking hard. The way she played with her hair when she was nervous. He also noticed her in other ways.
~Cue Flashback~
They were working late on the newest edition of the Torch, and Chloe finally hit save and print. Clark went over to the printer to retrieve the first printed edition of the paper. He turned to hand it to Chloe, just as she began to yawn. She raised her arms above her head as she stretched, causing her T-shirt to rise, showing some of her tummy, flat and firm.
Clark stood transfixed at the sight. She continued to yawn, oblivious to him. He had always thought that the stomach was a very attractive part of a girl, but he had never really thought of Chloe as a girl before. Now he was faced with some undeniable evidence that Chloe was, in fact, a young woman. He noticed how her breasts rose when she stretched (when did she get those??) and could even smell her perfume. He was staring uncontrollably when she stopped yawning and looked at Clark.
Chloe was confused. Clark was staring at her with that weird look, one normally reserved for Lana. "Clark?" She asked. She apparently startled him out of his daze because he blinked rapidly and turned away from her.
Clark was so embarrassed. Caught staring at Chloe like some of the Jocks did with the Cheerleaders. and now he had a problem. Self control was always a big deal with Clark, something his father had taught him. However, some things are uncontrollable, especially when looking at an attractive woman. Unless he wanted Chloe to see how much he had liked staring at her, he needed to find a way out of there.
"Chloe, I'll see you tomorrow. I need to get some sleep." He said as he grabbed his bag and made for the door, carefully keeping turned away from her. He ran down the hall and headed home.
~End Flashback~
Since then, things had been a little strained. Clark was caught flatfooted by the fact that he suddenly found Chloe incredibly attractive. However, he didn't want it to ruin their friendship. He counted Chloe as one of the closest friends, and he wasn't sure he could give that up, especially for a relationship that might only last a few months.
Still, she was gorgeous. Lana still had the primary place in his heart, but when he closed his eyes to think about the girl he "loved" images of Chloe were starting to appear along with Lana Lang.
There were quite moments in their conversations when he was alone with her, where there was no sound. He could hear her breathing pick up and he could smell her perfume. When it occurred, his heart would start racing and he would feel a little dizzy. He would usually need to get out of there, and had been making some excuses to spend less time with her than normal.
Class was over quickly, and Clark had barely heard a word of Mr. Wallace's presentation. Chloe and Clark exited the classroom and separated to go to their classes, Clark giving her one last lingering glance. She didn't notice it.
Chloe was confused about the way Clark was acting. Lately he seemed a little uptight around her. Clark Kent was always secretive, but recently he didn't seem to joke around with her as they had used to. And then there were the occasional quite moments where she felt the urge to kiss him. He used to be oblivious, or worse, thinking of Lana, but recently. She turned to look at him as they left class and saw him rounding the corner. *So handsome.* She shook her head in frustration and turned to enter the bathroom.
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Clark was passing a wall of lockers when he heard a commotion coming from around the corner. He slowly approached, trying to recognize the voices.
"Lana, what's the big deal? It's just a party, for some of the guys. Why are you making a scene?" he asked.
"Whitney, its our anniversary. We've planned to see this play for the last 3 weeks. The tickets cost me 50 dollars! And you want to cancel to go to a party for one of your linebackers?! Don't I mean anything to you?" she asked, tears in your eyes.
"He's going to college this fall and this is his last year on the team. Everyone wants to wish him well. Of course I have to be there!" he said. He didn't add that some of the guys had hired some strippers and he had to see the action.
"Fine. You go by yourself. I won't be there." she said, anger forcing her to be brief. She reached in her pocket and threw something on the ground before storming off. She didn't see Clark around the corner. Taking a peak, he saw Whitney picking up two tickets that were ripped in half, presumably for the play. Beside them was Whitney's Class ring, which she had been wearing as a necklace.
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Lana was storming through the halls towards her next class. She couldn't believe Whitney. They had been going out for a little over 3 years now, and for the last 6 months it had felt like he had been taking her for granted. She was tired of feeling like an accessory to the Quarterback.
And the party! She had heard the rumors. Trey Scott, the wide receiver, had allegedly hired 4 strippers from Metropolis to come to the party. At first she didn't believe the rumor, until everyone started clamoring about it. Suddenly it was the biggest party of the year.
Lana normally would have been at any party, but the idea that Whitney only wanted to go to see those women take off their clothes repelled her fiercely. Did their relationship mean nothing? They had planned this weekend for weeks!
As her eyes began tearing up again, she turned towards the ladies room. She tried to get a hold of herself and clean up her makeup while she was alone. It was hard as she kept crying.
She started when the toilet flushed. She had thought she was alone. She tried to look normal as the door opened and a familiar blond came out of the stall.
"Hi Chloe." Lana said, trying not to sound like she had been crying. She failed. Her makeup was running down her cheeks, and her eyes were getting puffy.
"Lana, what happened?" Chloe asked, trying to seem sympathetic, not joyous at seeing the head cheerleader brought down a notch. Lana tried to say nothing was wrong, but then the whole story came spilling out. Chloe slowly started feeling genuine sympathy. She knew that Whitney had seemed a little flaky, but this was a whole new level.
"And you know the worse part? I've seen this coming for the last 6 months! His eyes have been roving, he's been spending a lot more time with his friends. They've even been drinking a lot of alcohol. I feel like I've wasted 3 years of my life with him. I wouldn't even be a cheerleader if it wasn't for Whitney joining the Football team!"
Chloe jumped at this. She had always judged Lana to be a little Barbie beauty queen. If cheerleading was just a sham, did anyone know who the real Lana was like?
"Maybe you just need to get back to the real you." Chloe said. "You've spent so much time being 'Whitney's girlfriend' you've forgotten who Lana is."
Lana nodded, smiling beneath her messed up makeup that she was quickly removing. "Your absolutely right. How did you get so smart?" Lana was reapplying her makeup, trying to cover up evidence of her crying. She turned to Chloe.
"Chloe, how come you and I never hang out? We've know each other for years, but we've never really gotten close."
"We've been in separate worlds Lana. I've been at the Torch, and you've been on the field." Lana nodded, then said her good-byes and left the restroom. Chloe looked in the mirror, comparing herself to Lana. *Even in tear streaked make up, she's prettier than I am.*
TBC..
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Authors notes cont: First chapter of my fanfic without a real title. It will definitely revolve around Chloe, hence the working title. I hope someone out there liked it! Please review! Next chapter posted soon.
Draconious