Hello, people. Some of you may know who I am, most of you won't. But hey, that's just the way things are. You've probably read the summary, but they really don't give one much room to express themselves do they? So, here I am to tell you, once again, what this story's all about. It's my first fanfic, so be nice. Or at least try. This is a Chlark, but not in the traditional sense. Or maybe it is. I don't exactly know. So, if you've read fanfiction before, you know what I should have allready stated. The disclaimer. I know ya'll allready know I dont own Smallville. Unfortunately, there's always those few in the crowd the spout to cause trouble. So here it is: I do not own anything Smallville. I do not own the characters.
I wrote this awhile ago, but neglected to post it. I wanted to write somthing better. But lately I've found myself in a jam for time, so this story will have to do. Maybe I'll write another, but not in the near future. This is not a one shot, but a multichaptered story. Even if just one person likes it, I'll continue to update, if they continue to read. So without further pause, read on. . .
We Are What We Love, a SeasonVelvet fanfiction.
"Hey Clark", she said while walking up the stairs to the loft. She was tired from a long sleepless night, not that you could tell by looking at her. She looked as she always did, beautiful, but she didn't know that. Her sleepless night had come unexpectedly, and changed the outlook she had on life, her own in particular. So as she climbed the rest of the stairs to the loft that held so many of her precious memories, she went over the little speech she had roughly prepared in her mind. Her new revelations would definitely put a strain on her and Clark's 'relationship', but she knew it was something that had to be done. For herself and for the people around her; Clark included.
Clark, as usual, was looking through the telescope. Probably at Lana's house, a little voice in her head said. No! You're not here to pester Clark about his feelings for Lana. You're here to inform him of yours, she thought
Clark turned away from the telescope to greet Chloe. He looked more handsome than usual, with the early morning sun rays casting flattering highlights on his most prominent features. He looked positively entrancing to Chloe, the most beautiful thing she'd ever set eyes on, which made what she was about to do all the more gut wrenching.
"Hey Chloe, what brings you up here so early?" He said with a smile.
"Umm, well, I have something important to tell you. Its something I've been masking for a while now and I need to get it off my chest." She said while looking down at her intertwined hands. His smile quickly vanished and was replaced by concern.
"Is something wrong Chloe? Are you okay?" He walked up and looked at her with worry in his eyes. She had to catch herself before laughing at his last statement. Okay? No. I'm definitely NOT okay Clark. But thanks for asking! She almost said that out loud. Luckily, she mustered up some last second self restraint. Being bitter was not going to make this conversation go smoothly, and just being here, with him, was already difficult enough as it was.
"I'm fine Clark, relax" she replied. Clark looked at her quizzically. Something was up. What was the important thing she had to tell him? She looked nervous he inquired which was definitely unlike Chloe. Okay, he though. No ones hurt and the world's not ending. Then what?
Before he could ask another question, Chloe continued. "Last night I saw a movie." She looked at him while pacing up and down in front of the couch he was now sitting in. "And then heard a song." Again, she looked at him. "And then, -- I relived a memory."