"You know you want me, only thing between us is that supercomputer brain of yours, Chlo."

-

Those weren't the first words (that were always filled with some kind of ego-trip or crude joke) that Richard Castle said to me but at this point it didn't really matter.

Besides the first ones were worse then those, trust me on that.

"Chloe, why is a murder/thrill writer following you around? (when it comes to my secret I have enough to deal with, meaning Lois Lane)"

"In his own wonderful words, 'your my new muse, woman, get used to it, I'm not going anywhere any time soon', so, yeah."

But with all of this (meaning his face popping up everywhere I go, even once at home, oh joy) Clark's secret was locked up tight and it was clear that it wasn't going to be coming out because of Castle because he was all too busy stalking little old me.

(he all but joined the Davis Bloom club, who's even less happy then myself)

"When will this end?"

"When the Chloe Sullivan inspired books out, and knowing me and my writer's block. That could be years and years from now, well, that just gives us more time together."

"Oh, joy."

-

I wish I could say that this whole muse thing (how on earth could he make that sound so dirty?) came to wrap in little then a week and we went our separate ways never thinking of one another for the rest of our crazy (doomed) lives.

Well, then I would be lying like when I say that I wouldn't miss this crazy man hanging on my every word and looking over my shoulder.

And sadly I made a promise to myself only to tell one lie in my life and so far I've held fast to that.

(that one and only lie being the huge one that could make or break my friendship with one Clark Kent, AKA. Superman)

At this very moment I telling the harsh uncensored truth, the man I vowed to hate for the rest of my life (with the way my life is right now is short) has grown on me like some kind of mold.

And I want to keep that mold on the front of my wet skirts and shirts for god knows how long, does that make me weirder then usual?

"Well, Missy Reporter, my book is now gracing the shelfs (hopefully not next to Gossip Girl or Twilight, just thinking about those books makes my manhood shrink) of bookstores world wide. I am Richard Castle you know, bestseller! Now bestseller of the Jessica Bloom series, book two in the works at this very moment."

"Bloom? (or should I say Doomsday, who's at this moment hiding in my very trendy closest)"

The last time my 'friend' Davis Bloom doomed out on us all (but still no one but me and Castle are the wiser when it comes to Doomsday's true identity, idiots) it all came into play because of Castle and his big mouth which loved to make fun of the lovesick look on Davis's face whenever my ring comes into his line of sight.

(just to let you all know I'm still playing dumb about the whole 'Davis/doomsday loves me!' thing for both my own sanity and Jimmy's health)

Then Castle screaming like a little girl saying 'omg! I think I broke him, please don't kill me I'm too handsome!' didn't help him, at all, become Davis again.

"Thought I owed the guy something after all the stuff I said, oh yeah and throwing your dining room chairs at him, hehe. Well, anyway, Chloe it has been a pleasure (and I bet it has been double for you) studying and bugging you these two months, I hope this won't be our last meeting together."

"Me either, Castle."

Sadly for my own and Lois's sake I wasn't lying nor were my lips as they attacked his like Doomsday and Superman.

(Lois: 'Chloe! Your stalker friend is going through my underwear again! Get him out of here before I behead him!' Castle: [bra in hand] *little girl scream*)