All Along
by daisy14
Author's Note - This is my first Smallville fic and I really hope you all enjoy it. I just wish Clark and Chloe would just get together all ready! I'm tired of her pining away for him and being pushed aside for Lana. Anyway, here goes!
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Reaching into the very back of her closet, behind the velvet coats, feather collars, and fake fur, Chloe rummaged and pulled out a black garment bag. Running to her bedroom door, Chloe had a spring in her step, as she placed the garment bag on the hook and locked her room. It was a beautiful warm Sunday afternoon. The sunlight spilled out into the space courtesy of big french windows that faced the front of the house. A large tree rustled with a soft breeze.
Chloe's bedroom was her sanctuary. Pastel blue walls and soft whites were inviting and fresh like her personality. In one corner of the room, she had her school desk and bulletin board covered with newspaper clippings. Against the back wall, a moderate sized bed in white lace comforters was accented with blue and white striped pillows and floral designs. Her dresser was an antique find at the flea market a few years back that she and her dad had fixed up together. A rocking chair in another end of the room, seated old childhood teddy bears. And all around there were pictures.
A smile lit her face as the first glimmer of fabric was revealed, as the garment bag was undone by her slender fingers. Slowly the mystery item was exposed. She pulled the shimmery fabic out letting it glide across her hands. Holding it up to her body, she girlishly twirled in front of her body length mirror. The dress was made out of material that swayed; baby blue fabric with the slightest hint of glitter. The dress ended right before her knees and ruffled along the bottom, ruffles that matched the ones on the collar of the spaghetti straps.
Chloe had bought the dress on a weekend trip to Metropolis with her dad last summer. She had hoped she'd get a chance to wear it to her first high school dance. She had also hoped that the boy of her dreams would out grow his crush on the unattainable Lana Lang and see what was right in front of him all along. Everday she would hope that he would notice.
And as she stared at her reflection, blank wide blue eyes staring back had lost their glitter. Her smile had faded as she recalled all the years she had pined. All the times he had caused her to hurt unknowingly.
And she began to lose hope.
Breaking away from the mirror she dejectedly walked away, losing her ethusiasm, and placed the dress back inside the confines of her closet.
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Chloe walked down the hall of Smallville High, the walls seemed to be closing in around her. Couples lined both rows of lockers holding hands or sneaking in a kiss before heading off to class. She felt lonelier that she had ever felt in a while. "Hey Chlo..." Clark said jogging up to her and draping an arm over her shoulders.
Her heart began to race. After all these years, he still had this same effect on her. It was pathetic. He had captured her heart unknowingly with his bright smile and kansas charm, back in the seventh grade. And she had given it away all too willingly when she looked up into his eyes; city girl in the country...in all her inexperience and naiveness. "Hey Clark," she smiled faintly and tried to match his enthusiasm. "What's up?"
He dropped his arm, when they had reached Chloe's respective locker. She pulled the neon colored dance flyer off the door. "Spring formal...." she said with an exasperated sigh. "I didn't know it was that time again," Truthfully....she would have to admit she had counted the days. She handed the piece of paper to Clark nonchalantly. The dance was in two weeks. Fourteen days. And time was fading by the minute.
"Hey man!" Pete greeted Clark with their special handshake as he sauntered up. "Guess who I got as a date for the dance?" Chloe forced interest and a smile. She wasn't in the mood for it right now. "Ok...I'll bite. Who?"
"Clarisse Sanchez...only the Smallville High Gymnastics team star." he grinned smugly. "Cool man," Clark replied, stealing a glance at Chloe. She wasn't quite herself this morning and it worried him. "Have you guys snatched dates yet?" Pete inquired.
Both Clark and Chloe shook their heads no. "What are you guys waiting for?" Pete threw up his hands. Chloe shut her locker and watched Pete with amusement. "Look around. There aren't many people still available..." "Well, it's not like a lot of guys are trying to break down my door Pete..." there was underlying sourness in her upbeat tone. Clark looked at Pete who just shrugged his shoulders.
"Chloe..." Clark coaxed and she looked into his eyes. "How about going together again?" Clark finally asked flashing a big smile. "Really?" Chloe asked excitedly, her mood picking up slightly. "Ok." she declared simply after an interim of silence, just as the bell rang and she began to walk away to her first class. Maybe she would get to wear that dream dress after all.
FEEDBACK! Please!
by daisy14
Author's Note - This is my first Smallville fic and I really hope you all enjoy it. I just wish Clark and Chloe would just get together all ready! I'm tired of her pining away for him and being pushed aside for Lana. Anyway, here goes!
Pairing: Clark/Chloe
Reaching into the very back of her closet, behind the velvet coats, feather collars, and fake fur, Chloe rummaged and pulled out a black garment bag. Running to her bedroom door, Chloe had a spring in her step, as she placed the garment bag on the hook and locked her room. It was a beautiful warm Sunday afternoon. The sunlight spilled out into the space courtesy of big french windows that faced the front of the house. A large tree rustled with a soft breeze.
Chloe's bedroom was her sanctuary. Pastel blue walls and soft whites were inviting and fresh like her personality. In one corner of the room, she had her school desk and bulletin board covered with newspaper clippings. Against the back wall, a moderate sized bed in white lace comforters was accented with blue and white striped pillows and floral designs. Her dresser was an antique find at the flea market a few years back that she and her dad had fixed up together. A rocking chair in another end of the room, seated old childhood teddy bears. And all around there were pictures.
A smile lit her face as the first glimmer of fabric was revealed, as the garment bag was undone by her slender fingers. Slowly the mystery item was exposed. She pulled the shimmery fabic out letting it glide across her hands. Holding it up to her body, she girlishly twirled in front of her body length mirror. The dress was made out of material that swayed; baby blue fabric with the slightest hint of glitter. The dress ended right before her knees and ruffled along the bottom, ruffles that matched the ones on the collar of the spaghetti straps.
Chloe had bought the dress on a weekend trip to Metropolis with her dad last summer. She had hoped she'd get a chance to wear it to her first high school dance. She had also hoped that the boy of her dreams would out grow his crush on the unattainable Lana Lang and see what was right in front of him all along. Everday she would hope that he would notice.
And as she stared at her reflection, blank wide blue eyes staring back had lost their glitter. Her smile had faded as she recalled all the years she had pined. All the times he had caused her to hurt unknowingly.
And she began to lose hope.
Breaking away from the mirror she dejectedly walked away, losing her ethusiasm, and placed the dress back inside the confines of her closet.
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Chloe walked down the hall of Smallville High, the walls seemed to be closing in around her. Couples lined both rows of lockers holding hands or sneaking in a kiss before heading off to class. She felt lonelier that she had ever felt in a while. "Hey Chlo..." Clark said jogging up to her and draping an arm over her shoulders.
Her heart began to race. After all these years, he still had this same effect on her. It was pathetic. He had captured her heart unknowingly with his bright smile and kansas charm, back in the seventh grade. And she had given it away all too willingly when she looked up into his eyes; city girl in the country...in all her inexperience and naiveness. "Hey Clark," she smiled faintly and tried to match his enthusiasm. "What's up?"
He dropped his arm, when they had reached Chloe's respective locker. She pulled the neon colored dance flyer off the door. "Spring formal...." she said with an exasperated sigh. "I didn't know it was that time again," Truthfully....she would have to admit she had counted the days. She handed the piece of paper to Clark nonchalantly. The dance was in two weeks. Fourteen days. And time was fading by the minute.
"Hey man!" Pete greeted Clark with their special handshake as he sauntered up. "Guess who I got as a date for the dance?" Chloe forced interest and a smile. She wasn't in the mood for it right now. "Ok...I'll bite. Who?"
"Clarisse Sanchez...only the Smallville High Gymnastics team star." he grinned smugly. "Cool man," Clark replied, stealing a glance at Chloe. She wasn't quite herself this morning and it worried him. "Have you guys snatched dates yet?" Pete inquired.
Both Clark and Chloe shook their heads no. "What are you guys waiting for?" Pete threw up his hands. Chloe shut her locker and watched Pete with amusement. "Look around. There aren't many people still available..." "Well, it's not like a lot of guys are trying to break down my door Pete..." there was underlying sourness in her upbeat tone. Clark looked at Pete who just shrugged his shoulders.
"Chloe..." Clark coaxed and she looked into his eyes. "How about going together again?" Clark finally asked flashing a big smile. "Really?" Chloe asked excitedly, her mood picking up slightly. "Ok." she declared simply after an interim of silence, just as the bell rang and she began to walk away to her first class. Maybe she would get to wear that dream dress after all.
FEEDBACK! Please!