Title: Daydreaming on the Creek

By: Amanda

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Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own nothing WB related….

Summery: Just a little Chloe daydream… Chlark

"I would never have the guts to do that," Lana squealed.

Her and Chloe were spending a much-needed girls' night in – minus dads, school and meteor freaks. The two girls sat on the Sullivan family couch, gorging on anything chocolate and watching Lana's old tapes of Dawson's Creek re-runs. She pulled out the stack of dirty little pleasures when Chloe proudly confessed to having never seen the show.

They watched as Joey offered herself, her virginity to the love-of-her-life-boy-down-the-creek Dawson.

"Could never do that," Lana repeated with a look of shocked amusement as the T.V. girl striped her shirt in front of the make believe boy. She reacted like she didn't already know the outcome from watching the episode continually.

Chloe on the other hand was less involved, but none the less still watching, "I don't know…" she mused, letting her wild imagination play out….

She'd sneak up to Clark's room, a little more difficult without the latter to the window and less dramatic, but she climbs the stairs to his room. He'd be sitting on his bed, maybe reading or going over homework – this was Chloe's daydream. And she would knock once before entering. The house would be empty except for the two of them, but she shuts and locks the door anyway.

"Chloe?" he looks up at her, surprised to see her but still happy at her visit. He smiles that classic smile, putting the books to one side.

"Clark," she smiles too, walking closer to him.

"What are you doing –" he starts to question why she was there.

But she quiets him by placing her finger to his lips, "shh," she whispers. Pushing him to lean back as she peels off her shirt, not the least bit shyly and straddles his lap.

"Ah…Chole," he blushes as his eyes scan her body, his hands soon follow the course. He seems just a bit awkward, part of his charm.

"Clark," she whispers again, leaning herself over his body to kiss the waiting lips. Hoping the act would tell him what was in her, how much she cared and even loved him. Most importantly she wants him to know what she was offering him.

"I want you," she mouths – but the words are drowned out by the calling outside his window.

"Clark! Clark! I need you, Clark!"

The summoned farm boy pushes her away to go to the window – the dream getting away from her – Lana stood at the bottom.

"Clark!" she shrieked again.

"- but Clark?" Chloe sits in the centre of his bed, her arms up in frustrated shrug.

He looks between her and Lana, but like the option was clear he stared out at the other girl, "I'll be right down Lana." He turns back to the defeated Chloe, "I've gotta go," he just tells her and leaves. He leaves her again, even in her daydream. He leaves her sitting on his bed, ready to offer him everything she can, and he leaves to go to Lana.

"Poor Joey," Lana interrupted with a sniffle. Seemed that Dawson passed over on Joey too.

"Yeah…poor Chloe," she let slip out, but it wasn't noticed.

Lana nodded along with the other girl's sentiments, reaching for the remote to fast forward to the next episode, "And Dawson is just so cute…"

Chloe sighed, leaning farther back into the puffy couch, "You know …" she popped a chocolate covered nut into her mouth, not able to shake the fact that Clark had passed on her even in her fantasy, "that Pacey's not half bad." A wicked smile crept across her face as she started to let a daydream about the best friend play in her head.

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A/N: I have no idea where this fiction came from!! Just kinda appeared on the screen you know….