One Kiss

Ok, it isn't like I hadn't expected it. I mean it has always been this way, I was always the third wheel or next in line to Lana. I couldn't blame her for that. Or Clark even for that. It wasn't their fault. But I just wanted hope. Hope that maybe there were feelings for me even though deep down, I knew he didn't have them.

So there I was. Sitting all alone. The Prom Queen on her Thrown with no one at her side.

And that is how is was probably going to stay... forever. I know I shouldn't be complaining. Clark is the best friend I could ever ask for but come on. When you are in love and that person doesn't feel the same way, it hits pretty hard.

So I sat there, watching them dance through the song, wishing it was me. Finally it ended. I could feel the tears in my eyes again, and I had just fixed my make up from where Dawn had left mascara stains on my face.

'Crap' I thought. I got up to leave. When I came back from the bathroom. There he was. Clark Kent standing there, almost like he was waiting for me.

"Oh hi Clark. I umm saw you and Lana out there. Well I guess you two finally got the prom night you wanted huh?" I said trying to sound happy for him, though it was hard.

"Yeah, it was great.. a little unexpected" He told me. I smiled back at him as best I could, but I could tell I was breaking so instead of waiting for him to notice I decided to leave.

"Um I am going to go back to my table.. I left Lois alone, that can never turn out well." I turned to leave before he stopped me.

"Chloe.." he said. I stopped dead in my tracks. Why did his voice have that effect on me?

"Yeah Clark?" I said trying to to sound to angry and desperate at the same time. The band had started playing again... another slow song.

"May I have this dance?" He asked.

'Wow' was the only word that came to mind. I wanted to say yes... I wanted to say no. But I bet you can guess which one came out of my mouth.

I turned around and smiled a little.

"I would love to." I told him quietly. I have a feeling my smile got wider by the second. But he was smiling to, and not in that 'I feel guilty because of las time smile' either, but smiling like he actually wanted me to dance with him.

He took my hand and we headed for the dance floor. We stood there, with my hands around his neck and his on my waist. This seemed all to good to be true. It was silent, but not uncomfortably between us. Then he spoke.

"I'm Sorry." He told me. I lifted my head up to look into his eyes.

"For what?" I asked, though I had a feeling about what he was going to say.

"About the last time we were in this same place, and I left you standing here." He told me sincerely.

"I told you, saving someone from a natural disaster.. totally gets you off the hook." I joked. He smiled a little then leaned down and kissed me. Softly, not even very romantically, a little more friendly but hey.. it was enough for me.

I was in stunned silence for a minute... then I spoke

"What was that for? Not that I didn't completely enjoy it." I said.

"I just wanted to finish what I started before... and not have to leave this time."

Then that was it. I knew we could never be together, I knew he would never truely love me back. But that one kiss, was enough to last me a life time.