Title: Your Secret Side – Chapter One

Author: winterfirestorm

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Nicodemus

Keywords: Chlex, fluff, love letters, Chloe POV

Category: Angst/Romance

Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville Lana would break up with Whitney and get with Clark, so she might finally stop whining, Lionel Luthor would suddenly die, and Chloe and Lex would live happily ever after...but this is not happening because I don't...

Author's Notes: I wrote this fic a couple of years ago but have overhauled it because I thought I could do it much better now I have more experience. Please excuse the spelling differences ('Mom' being 'Mum' etc.) because I'm Australian, and I'd rather concentrate on the writing than the spelling differences (and I'd never pick them all out anyway). Please review!

I walked in the door of my house and dumped my bag on the floor. I checked the answering machine for messages and went into the kitchen, mail in hand. It had only just been delivered.

'"If the postmen in this town went any slower they'd be going backwards." I muttered under my breath. I began to open the letter when the phone rang. Throwing the letter onto the counter, I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Chlo', it's Clark."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, just felt like calling."

"Okay"

I picked up the letter. It was addressed to me. I fiddled with its corner, still not noticing anything strange about it.

"Have you ever noticed how the post in this town is hardly ever on time? I should do an article on it...Maybe the meteor rocks affected the postmen." I said sarcastically.

"It was on time today."

"Huh?"

"My letters came on time today. Mum mentioned it to me. Apparently they came around lunchtime."

Looking around, I spotted the small stack of bills and catalogues on the other side of the counter. Dad must've picked them up. He sometimes came home during his lunch hour. Turning over the letter I had just received I realized that it didn't have a stamp, or my address, just my name printed in black ink in the centre.

"Hmmm, weird."

"What?"

"I just got a letter. All it has on it is my name."

"Well, open it."

Following his advice I opened it. Inside was a letter on a single piece of white paper. It had been typed out, just like the envelope. Reading it, I gasped, forgetting about Clark on the other end of the phone.

"What is it?"

"It's a letter."

"That's obvious, but whose it from?"

"It doesn't say."

"Ooooh, you have a secret admirer. Wonder who it's from?" Clark said.

"Dunno."

"Well, I'll let you think about it a bit, I have another call. Be right back."

"Yeah."

I wondered who it was from. I grabbed my notebook and a pen, and constructed a list of possibilities.

Clark Kent – Why? We've been friends for a long time, maybe he wants to take it one step closer.

Why Not? Because he's infatuated with Lana.

Pete Ross – Why? After he came in contact with that flower, he told me that he liked me.

Why Not? He just isn't the secret love letter kind of guy. He'd tell me straight up.

Whitney Fordman – As if. I don't even want to go there.

Ken Michaels (Biology partner) – Why? Could he GET any closer when we're doing experiments?

Why Not? He's a sleaze. And I've already warned him off during class one too many times.

Lex Luthor (I couldn't think of anyone else, so sue me) – Why? Maybe he's become infatuated with Smallville's snarky young reporter. AS IF!

Why Not? I can sum it up in one word. Victoria. He likes trampy, rich women, not sarcastic, young girls.

"Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"That was Pete. I told him about the letter. He told me to tell you, that this is something new for the wall."

"Why?" I blew up at him, "Is someone liking me that weird that it has to be connected to the meteor rocks?"

"Hey, don't go off at me, I didn't say it. And he didn't mean it like that."

"Then how did he mean it?"

"He meant that it should be investigated."

"Oh."

I felt extremely stupid now.

"Well I'll just go and do that now. Bye"

"See ya."

I hung up and went up to my bedroom with the letter and notebook. I fell onto the bed and started to look at it all. I started by re-reading the letter.

Dear Chloe,

I have been watching you for a while now, but we didn't meet officially until recently. I can't tell you I am because of the complications it will raise as well as the fact that I think I am fairly aware that my feelings are not requited. I was happy watching you from a distance but I have recently learnt of unrequited feelings of your own for somebody else. As there is no disappointment quite like rejection from those we love I thought I would share my own feelings, to tell you not to keep all your hopes of happiness in one person. If you would like to reply leave your response in your letterbox tomorrow morning.

Anonymous.

I ripped a page out of my notebook and started to write. Ripped paper isn't very romantic, but for all I knew I had a psycho stalker and therefore, had to take precautions.

Dear Anonymous,

You know watching someone can be counted as stalking. But I am flattered that you are interested in me. Why can't you tell me who you are? As you said I have been the victim of unrequited love so I would never laugh or tease anyone who felt anything for me. I just wish you would tell me who you are.

From Chloe.

I folded it up and slipped it into an envelope. Putting it on my desk, I went back into the kitchen to begin making dinner. There was nothing I could do about the letter now, so I decided to take my mind off it. I couldn't wait to get to school and ask around to se if there were any rumours about anyone sending something to me.