Chloe Sullivan: On having a date for the dance
By wileykit
"Clark asked me to prom."
Chloe's reflection beamed widely back at her.
"Clark asked me to prom." She said again, a little louder this time.
The words hung happily in the late afternoon sunshine. Chloe wanted to pluck them out of the air and paste them into her diary, but she settled for writing them down in big swirly letters. Furtively added a few exclamation marks, and then a very small heart, because she was fifteen and a girl and nobody would ever have to know.
Grinning guiltily, she shut the diary and opened her laptop.
She needed a dress.