The Orange Popsicle

by kaaaleidoscope

She took the popsicle out of her mouth. “You’re a terrible liar.” She chucked her popsicle at him, laughing when it hit his cheek, and bolted out of the barn.

Disclaimer:Don't own Smallville. But I do own Laura Vandervoort.

A/N- Short little thing that- well, came out of nowhere, really. haha. Enjoyyy.

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Kara sat on the barn floor, indian style, an orange popsicle in her hand. She looked up at Clark, who was staring out the barn window.

"So Kal-El-" she broke off, noticing the look on his face, and rolled her eyes. "Clark. What's up with you and that Chloe girl?"

He turned to face her. "What?"

"I saw the way she was looking at you."

Clark shifted his weight. "Nothing's up."

She shoved her popsicle in her mouth. "Mhmm."

"There isn't."

She took the popsicle out of her mouth. "You're a terrible liar." She chucked her popsicle at him, laughing when it hit his cheek, and bolted out of the barn.

He laughed, throwing the orange popsicle on the ground, and ran after her.

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A/N- hope you liked. Review!