Life, Love, and Lots of Coffee
A/N: I've been so scared to write a Chloe/Lex fic because I am so scared that I will totally ruin it. So just tell me if it's horrible and I will take it away. I am such a big fan of the ship, it's scary. So please review and tell me if it's worth continuing.
Summary: Chloe likes coffee. Any dummy knows that. Lex owns the Talon. When both The Beanary and The Talon shut down for remodeling and the same time, Chloe goes a little crazy. Chloe ignores Lana. Clark defends Lana. Chloe ignores Clark. Clark goes to Lex for help. Why? Because that's the only way I can get Lex into the story. Lex tries to help Chloe. Wackiness inssues.
Okay did that summary suck or what? What can I say, I like sentences that are 3 words long. They are funny.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't own Smallville. I don't own Lex, Chloe, Clark, Lana, or whoever else shows up in this fic. If I owned the show, Clark wouldn't ask stupid questions, Lex wouldn't bring up stupid history lessons to prove his point, Lana would probably die from batting her eyelashes too much, and Chloe would rule the Earth. 'Nuff said.
Now to begin.
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Okay, I won't lie. I love few things. I'm not a girlie girl. I don't bat my eyes at all the guys. I don't run into my room when my makeup gets messed up. And I didn't cry when 'Felicity' ended. But I will admit that I do occasionally love stuff. My family for one. That must be the most important thing on my list. Then there is journalism and the thing that a good journalist can't live without.
Coffee.
Coffee and Clark. What a good combination. Nothing like waking up to the smell of coffee next to the boy next door. That's my fantasy. No, wait. I wake up and there is Clark hovering over me with a cup of coffee. He hands it to me. I drink it and wake up. Then I kiss Clark. Oh yeah.
Clark. He is like forbidden fruit. Can't go there. That's my best friend. And he likes Lana.
Lana. The object of perfection. But she's all right in my book. If it weren't for that one little detail I would probably resent her. She sells coffee.
*@*
All morning I have been thinking about what Pete told me last night. He said something like, 'Clark is your id. You want what you can't have. He is your id factor.' Pete is a man of few words. But he's also right.
I see Clark as my superhero. He's the reason I wake up. No, I can't lie. I wake up for journalism. I wake up because of coffee. But I know in my heart it can never happen. A girl can dream.
Just because I can't have him, doesn't mean I can't drool over him. So that's what I'm going to do right now. He's at The Talon. Big surprise. Well I can get some coffee. I'll just hit two birds with one stone.
*@*
I must need coffee. If I didn't, this door wouldn't seem so heavy. Oh and look. There is Clark. Oh and look. There is Lana. Oh and look. Its flirt O' rama over there. Please say I didn't just think that. Flirt O' Rama? What the hell?
I walk over to them. Clark doesn't look away. It hurts, but then I know that Lana is Clark's id factor. But then it hurts even more to see Lana flirt back. Some id factor theory.
"Hello? Coffee junkie over here who is about to go to another coffee place if she doesn't get her morning fix." Why did I have to say that? I am an idiot. Then again, I must be smarter then I think because Lana looks away from Clark. What a challenge.
"Sorry Chloe. Clark and I were just talking about the fact that. well I don't want to bore you" She bats her eyes. I hate it when she does that with her 'I'm so pretty and I don't even know that every guy in the school loves me' attitude.
"Don't tell me Lex got a toupee?" Even the idea of it makes me laugh. But not outside. That just wouldn't be classy.
Then I regret I said that.
"I'm afraid not."
Damn. Why do I always do that when the person is right behind me?
I turn around. "Mr. Luthor. Sorry. I'm just. I actually don't need to explain. I'm Chloe Sullivan and I can act as tactful or tactless as I want. You're not the boss of me." What did I just say? Chloe shut up! Why do you act all macho around Clark, when inside you just want to cry and grab onto him for dear life? Omigosh! I did not just say that! "I mean. ah crap. I have to remember you don't say that to your dad's boss. Please don't fire him and make me work in a poorly ventilated sweat shop."
He just smiled. Thank god. Maybe I have more charm then I thought. Or maybe I'm just a complete dork and he didn't want me to feel bad.
"Lana, two coffee's. One for me and one for Chloe. She obviously needs it."
"Well thanks for that."
Lana grabbed two coffees and handed them to us. Then she went back to Clark. That figures. Lex walks away and sits down at an empty table with his newspaper. I follow. Why? I don't know.
"Call me Lex."
"What?" Where did that come from?
"Before. You called me Mr. Luthor. Call me Lex."
"I don't know. No offense to you or anything like that." Okay, here it comes. My excuse that I have been thinking of ever since the last time he told me to call him Lex. I think I have way too much free time. " I would feel really weird if I called you Lex while my father calls you Mr. Luthor. I mean, he works for you so it's. weird. You see it's usually my Dad calling Mr. Kent, Jonathan, while I call him Mr. Kent. So. do you understand I word I'm saying?"
"I got lost at 'weird'. You talk fast. You should slow things down. You're not going any where fast."
What is THAT suppose to mean!?
"What is that suppose to mean?"
Lex looks up from his newspaper. "I don't mean that. I just meant, that you are still young."
"You aren't that old."
For some reason I know what he feels like to be near us 'kids'. He feels old and yet young again. Poor confused Lex.
"Thank you"
I turn around. Clark turns away. Lana was gone and Clark was looking at me. ME! That's just. wow. He was watching me.
I finish my coffee.
"Thanks for the coffee, Mr. Luthor."
"No problem Ms. Sullivan."
A/N: I've been so scared to write a Chloe/Lex fic because I am so scared that I will totally ruin it. So just tell me if it's horrible and I will take it away. I am such a big fan of the ship, it's scary. So please review and tell me if it's worth continuing.
Summary: Chloe likes coffee. Any dummy knows that. Lex owns the Talon. When both The Beanary and The Talon shut down for remodeling and the same time, Chloe goes a little crazy. Chloe ignores Lana. Clark defends Lana. Chloe ignores Clark. Clark goes to Lex for help. Why? Because that's the only way I can get Lex into the story. Lex tries to help Chloe. Wackiness inssues.
Okay did that summary suck or what? What can I say, I like sentences that are 3 words long. They are funny.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't own Smallville. I don't own Lex, Chloe, Clark, Lana, or whoever else shows up in this fic. If I owned the show, Clark wouldn't ask stupid questions, Lex wouldn't bring up stupid history lessons to prove his point, Lana would probably die from batting her eyelashes too much, and Chloe would rule the Earth. 'Nuff said.
Now to begin.
*@*
Okay, I won't lie. I love few things. I'm not a girlie girl. I don't bat my eyes at all the guys. I don't run into my room when my makeup gets messed up. And I didn't cry when 'Felicity' ended. But I will admit that I do occasionally love stuff. My family for one. That must be the most important thing on my list. Then there is journalism and the thing that a good journalist can't live without.
Coffee.
Coffee and Clark. What a good combination. Nothing like waking up to the smell of coffee next to the boy next door. That's my fantasy. No, wait. I wake up and there is Clark hovering over me with a cup of coffee. He hands it to me. I drink it and wake up. Then I kiss Clark. Oh yeah.
Clark. He is like forbidden fruit. Can't go there. That's my best friend. And he likes Lana.
Lana. The object of perfection. But she's all right in my book. If it weren't for that one little detail I would probably resent her. She sells coffee.
*@*
All morning I have been thinking about what Pete told me last night. He said something like, 'Clark is your id. You want what you can't have. He is your id factor.' Pete is a man of few words. But he's also right.
I see Clark as my superhero. He's the reason I wake up. No, I can't lie. I wake up for journalism. I wake up because of coffee. But I know in my heart it can never happen. A girl can dream.
Just because I can't have him, doesn't mean I can't drool over him. So that's what I'm going to do right now. He's at The Talon. Big surprise. Well I can get some coffee. I'll just hit two birds with one stone.
*@*
I must need coffee. If I didn't, this door wouldn't seem so heavy. Oh and look. There is Clark. Oh and look. There is Lana. Oh and look. Its flirt O' rama over there. Please say I didn't just think that. Flirt O' Rama? What the hell?
I walk over to them. Clark doesn't look away. It hurts, but then I know that Lana is Clark's id factor. But then it hurts even more to see Lana flirt back. Some id factor theory.
"Hello? Coffee junkie over here who is about to go to another coffee place if she doesn't get her morning fix." Why did I have to say that? I am an idiot. Then again, I must be smarter then I think because Lana looks away from Clark. What a challenge.
"Sorry Chloe. Clark and I were just talking about the fact that. well I don't want to bore you" She bats her eyes. I hate it when she does that with her 'I'm so pretty and I don't even know that every guy in the school loves me' attitude.
"Don't tell me Lex got a toupee?" Even the idea of it makes me laugh. But not outside. That just wouldn't be classy.
Then I regret I said that.
"I'm afraid not."
Damn. Why do I always do that when the person is right behind me?
I turn around. "Mr. Luthor. Sorry. I'm just. I actually don't need to explain. I'm Chloe Sullivan and I can act as tactful or tactless as I want. You're not the boss of me." What did I just say? Chloe shut up! Why do you act all macho around Clark, when inside you just want to cry and grab onto him for dear life? Omigosh! I did not just say that! "I mean. ah crap. I have to remember you don't say that to your dad's boss. Please don't fire him and make me work in a poorly ventilated sweat shop."
He just smiled. Thank god. Maybe I have more charm then I thought. Or maybe I'm just a complete dork and he didn't want me to feel bad.
"Lana, two coffee's. One for me and one for Chloe. She obviously needs it."
"Well thanks for that."
Lana grabbed two coffees and handed them to us. Then she went back to Clark. That figures. Lex walks away and sits down at an empty table with his newspaper. I follow. Why? I don't know.
"Call me Lex."
"What?" Where did that come from?
"Before. You called me Mr. Luthor. Call me Lex."
"I don't know. No offense to you or anything like that." Okay, here it comes. My excuse that I have been thinking of ever since the last time he told me to call him Lex. I think I have way too much free time. " I would feel really weird if I called you Lex while my father calls you Mr. Luthor. I mean, he works for you so it's. weird. You see it's usually my Dad calling Mr. Kent, Jonathan, while I call him Mr. Kent. So. do you understand I word I'm saying?"
"I got lost at 'weird'. You talk fast. You should slow things down. You're not going any where fast."
What is THAT suppose to mean!?
"What is that suppose to mean?"
Lex looks up from his newspaper. "I don't mean that. I just meant, that you are still young."
"You aren't that old."
For some reason I know what he feels like to be near us 'kids'. He feels old and yet young again. Poor confused Lex.
"Thank you"
I turn around. Clark turns away. Lana was gone and Clark was looking at me. ME! That's just. wow. He was watching me.
I finish my coffee.
"Thanks for the coffee, Mr. Luthor."
"No problem Ms. Sullivan."