Just Shut Up Already!

By ScoobyGal55

Disclaimer: I don't own it… because if I did the show would have been off the air for the past two years due to my sudden need to put my fanfiction of on hiatus.

Summary: Chloe's having a little trouble with this best friend thing. Even she doesn't know how she manages to put up with everybody.

A/N: I haven't written a fanfiction in a long time. Don't go back and look at my other work because they aren't exactly what I'd call… you know… what's that word?.. oh yeah… good. I liked the stories but they way they were executed were not good at all.

Okay, I'm having one of those mornings where you swear that it's a Saturday when in fact it's a Monday. It's kind of like those days that you find a hair in the breakfast you made only to realize it isn't yours, only worse.

It's Monday morning, I have an English paper due, and there's an old man standing behind me trying to look up my skirt. Come on! He's already tied his left shoe twice!

If it weren't for that beautiful yellow vehicle coming my way, I'd do something I might regret. I once heard that hitting the elderly was frowned upon.

I step onto the bus and suddenly remember why I begged my father to help me pay for a car. That was, of course, before he had been fired, otherwise such a suggestion would have been horribly rude. Right now, though, I wouldn't mind being horribly rude.

Okay, Chloe, so what if your car is broken? So what if it'll cost 800 dollars that you don't have to fix it? So what if all the freshman on this bus look like they haven't showered in a while? It's not the end of the world.

That's right. I just have to think positively while the bus makes it's last stop before heading to school. I'll think about sitting in front of my computer typing up an article for the paper while the kid who is sitting besides me puts his finger up his nose. I'll think about my bright future in Metropolis and no where near Smallville while I walk onto school grounds to another dull day of school. I'll think about Clark.

"Clark."

He spins around and gives me that dopey look he always gives me when he's been snooping around where he shouldn't be, or doing something he shouldn't be doing. I take a quick glance to see if everything in the newspaper office is in its place.

"Hey, Clo."

"Hey, yourself." I say. I instantly regret it. Why do I always say stupid things? Why does he have to be so pretty.

"I was wondering…," he starts. Were you wondering if I'd go out with you? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ye- "Would you help me check out this lead I got?"

Oh God, I'm pathetic. "Lead on what?"

"Well as you know, Lionel's been released." As I know? Of course I know. I've had nightmares ever since I heard. It's always the same. He follows me out of school. I stop and he tells me that I should have kept my mouth shut. He tells me that I'm going to wish that I had died when he first went after me. And then I nod, because I believe him. When I wake up I immediately have to shower to get rid of the smell of sweat. Yes Clark, I know. "He's contacted me and told me that he was going to look for the real murderer of his parents to prove himself innocent. He sent me this notebook and…."

He goes on but I block him out. Frankly, I don't care if Lionel didn't murder his parents, even though he told me so himself. I don't care if he never tried to kill Lex or put him in a mental institution for getting to close to the truth. Right now, I'm just afraid for my life. Because even if he didn't do any of that, he still tried to kill me.

But I don't say any of that, because I'm Chloe, trusted friend and lap dog! Like a super hero.

"Sure, I'll help."

He smiles and my heart melts.

Then Lana comes in and it stiffens a little.