It is never gonna happen
by blondie "cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*this is my first fanfic-give me a break*
*all reviews are welcome-even u wanna tell me how much it sucks*
*I wrote this-it came form my own jacked up mind*
*please don't steal it or post it anywhere without telling me*
*I have only seen the already shown episodes-there may be a few spoilers*
*I don't own these characters*
I am such a klutz.
"Your body is just growing faster than your reflexes hun, don't worry about it." Yeah, right Mom. There is a reason I never got past the "beginner" classes in Ballet.
OK-get to the point Chloe.
I am walking to class with Clark talking about this stand-up comedy show I saw over the weekend when he says something hilarious (don't ask what-I tried to explain it to Pete and it turns out it's one of those "u had to be there things") as we start to walk down those steep and hazardous stairs.
I am laughing a laugh that could easily get me committed and being the total klutz that I am-I trip.
Suddenly I am tumbling down about 12 cement steps in front of a good proportion of the student body. Snap. Crack. Pop. If I had not been treated like a crash dummy, I would have made some crack about my breakfast coming back to haunt me.
Thank God I wear my backpack so low. When I finally hit the bottom, I pretty much fell right on my back onto the ground. I have watched those "Stunts Gone Wrong" type shows-I could have easily broken my skull open.
My backpack had somehow flopped up by my head and cushioned the blow to the cement- a little.
I surprisingly didn't pass out, from the pain or the fall. I lay there and just looked at the sky for a moment. The clouds were gray and it looked like it could start raining any minute.
I looked up to the top of the stairs.
There was Clark. His mouth was open in shock.
Next to him was Lana, with a similar expression on her face.
I admit it-for a second, it hurt more that he had been too busy trying to be by her then to reach out for a second and grab me before I fell than the fall itself.
If I had been Lana, no way I would have fallen. If I had fallen, he would definitely ran to my side much quicker. Sure, he's running down the stairs pretty fast now, but if I had been Lana.
I still haven't gotten up when he reaches me. Everyone else is either staring, laughing, trying not to laugh, or acting like nothing happened. She is right next him. She asks me if I can move, if I am OK. She is being super-nice.
What's the expression? "Kill 'em with kindness?"
I don't really listen to what she has to say. I am looking at Clark. He seems to look me up and down slowly with a focused look on his face. He arrives to my face and asks quietly, with concern in his voice, "Can you get up?"
He looked at me with those eyes. Oh my God. He could have just shot me, but if he looked at with those eyes, with that face, with that expression, I would still love him.
Yeah, I love him. I know, it is never gonna happen. I realized that when I saw this picture that Pete took. In it, I am looking at Clark.the way I always look at Clark when I am not looking him in the face. He is looking at Lana, who isn't in the picture, the same way.
I tell him, "I think so." as I go to push myself off the ground. Before both my hands are on the ground, he has both of his toned, tanned, long- sleeved red shirt-covered arms out. I grasp his biceps as he lifts so effortlessly off the ground. For a second, more like a nano, he holds me.
If I never marry, that moment will get me through a lot of lonely nights.
"Does your head hurt?"
"More than anything else, but my ass is running in a very close second."
He blushed. The perfect shade of red to his tanned cheeks. I could have passed out from just that.
I start to walk a few steps away from him. Nausea hits me like a car going 60mph. I try to prepare myself for what Rice Krispies looks like on its way up. I keep walking, I think I only made it about a step. I lost all feeling in my body before hand-that moment when I was still conscious but not feeling anything was actual pretty great.
Everything went black.
I didn't feel Clark catch me before I hit the ground.
I could still hear everything. I just couldn't feel or really think.
"Chloe?"
"Chloe!?"
"Chloe, I am going to put u on the ground, OK?"
Now that I think back on it, he sounded kind of panicked. Me, I was in a non-feeling of blackness. I would've agreed to being a jar of peanut butter at that point.
"OK, Clark."
He put my legs up to get the blood back flowing to my head, like I had told him to after seeing my cousin pass out once.
It all came back pretty quickly. I had this rush of energy. I could have gone and ran a mile-enthusiastically. I started to get up.but then Clark picked me up in his arms.
I now know what heaven is like.
He picked up my backpack slowly off the ground, so he wouldn't drop me.
I couldn't stop smiling. It wasn't possible. You couldn't not smile in Clark Kent's arms.
"What are you smiling about?"
My smile could only grow at another realization.
"We are getting out of Math right now."
He smiled as he began walking toward the nurse's office.
This could be the perfect timing.everything could be great from here and out.I was about to open my mouth to ask him to the winter dance when.
His smile suddenly grew much larger.
"Lana is going to the winter dance, she says she owes me two dances to make up for the ones she missed."
With that comment, I had my final realization of the day.
It is never gonna happen.
by blondie "cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*this is my first fanfic-give me a break*
*all reviews are welcome-even u wanna tell me how much it sucks*
*I wrote this-it came form my own jacked up mind*
*please don't steal it or post it anywhere without telling me*
*I have only seen the already shown episodes-there may be a few spoilers*
*I don't own these characters*
I am such a klutz.
"Your body is just growing faster than your reflexes hun, don't worry about it." Yeah, right Mom. There is a reason I never got past the "beginner" classes in Ballet.
OK-get to the point Chloe.
I am walking to class with Clark talking about this stand-up comedy show I saw over the weekend when he says something hilarious (don't ask what-I tried to explain it to Pete and it turns out it's one of those "u had to be there things") as we start to walk down those steep and hazardous stairs.
I am laughing a laugh that could easily get me committed and being the total klutz that I am-I trip.
Suddenly I am tumbling down about 12 cement steps in front of a good proportion of the student body. Snap. Crack. Pop. If I had not been treated like a crash dummy, I would have made some crack about my breakfast coming back to haunt me.
Thank God I wear my backpack so low. When I finally hit the bottom, I pretty much fell right on my back onto the ground. I have watched those "Stunts Gone Wrong" type shows-I could have easily broken my skull open.
My backpack had somehow flopped up by my head and cushioned the blow to the cement- a little.
I surprisingly didn't pass out, from the pain or the fall. I lay there and just looked at the sky for a moment. The clouds were gray and it looked like it could start raining any minute.
I looked up to the top of the stairs.
There was Clark. His mouth was open in shock.
Next to him was Lana, with a similar expression on her face.
I admit it-for a second, it hurt more that he had been too busy trying to be by her then to reach out for a second and grab me before I fell than the fall itself.
If I had been Lana, no way I would have fallen. If I had fallen, he would definitely ran to my side much quicker. Sure, he's running down the stairs pretty fast now, but if I had been Lana.
I still haven't gotten up when he reaches me. Everyone else is either staring, laughing, trying not to laugh, or acting like nothing happened. She is right next him. She asks me if I can move, if I am OK. She is being super-nice.
What's the expression? "Kill 'em with kindness?"
I don't really listen to what she has to say. I am looking at Clark. He seems to look me up and down slowly with a focused look on his face. He arrives to my face and asks quietly, with concern in his voice, "Can you get up?"
He looked at me with those eyes. Oh my God. He could have just shot me, but if he looked at with those eyes, with that face, with that expression, I would still love him.
Yeah, I love him. I know, it is never gonna happen. I realized that when I saw this picture that Pete took. In it, I am looking at Clark.the way I always look at Clark when I am not looking him in the face. He is looking at Lana, who isn't in the picture, the same way.
I tell him, "I think so." as I go to push myself off the ground. Before both my hands are on the ground, he has both of his toned, tanned, long- sleeved red shirt-covered arms out. I grasp his biceps as he lifts so effortlessly off the ground. For a second, more like a nano, he holds me.
If I never marry, that moment will get me through a lot of lonely nights.
"Does your head hurt?"
"More than anything else, but my ass is running in a very close second."
He blushed. The perfect shade of red to his tanned cheeks. I could have passed out from just that.
I start to walk a few steps away from him. Nausea hits me like a car going 60mph. I try to prepare myself for what Rice Krispies looks like on its way up. I keep walking, I think I only made it about a step. I lost all feeling in my body before hand-that moment when I was still conscious but not feeling anything was actual pretty great.
Everything went black.
I didn't feel Clark catch me before I hit the ground.
I could still hear everything. I just couldn't feel or really think.
"Chloe?"
"Chloe!?"
"Chloe, I am going to put u on the ground, OK?"
Now that I think back on it, he sounded kind of panicked. Me, I was in a non-feeling of blackness. I would've agreed to being a jar of peanut butter at that point.
"OK, Clark."
He put my legs up to get the blood back flowing to my head, like I had told him to after seeing my cousin pass out once.
It all came back pretty quickly. I had this rush of energy. I could have gone and ran a mile-enthusiastically. I started to get up.but then Clark picked me up in his arms.
I now know what heaven is like.
He picked up my backpack slowly off the ground, so he wouldn't drop me.
I couldn't stop smiling. It wasn't possible. You couldn't not smile in Clark Kent's arms.
"What are you smiling about?"
My smile could only grow at another realization.
"We are getting out of Math right now."
He smiled as he began walking toward the nurse's office.
This could be the perfect timing.everything could be great from here and out.I was about to open my mouth to ask him to the winter dance when.
His smile suddenly grew much larger.
"Lana is going to the winter dance, she says she owes me two dances to make up for the ones she missed."
With that comment, I had my final realization of the day.
It is never gonna happen.