Author's Note: So this story is going to be ah-mazin' (as long as I finish it, haha) and I really think we're both going to enjoy it. Wish me luck and hope this turns out as awesome as the story floating around in my head. XOXO Love all my readers and reviewers, enjoy!

"You're late."

Clark bit his lip and a look of remorse came across his face.

"Farmer Simmin's field of crops caught on fire and he was practically knocked out upstairs in his bed asleep to even notice because I heard after his wife passed away he's been having trouble with his heart and has to take medication that makes him drowsy which explains why he was knocked out and, and-"

"It's alright, Clark. Too much information that I still don't understand," she insisted, holding a hand up that had been used to cut him off.

She was reclining on a beach chair, her body a suprisingly tan shade for only the first day of summer, but it was the swimsuit that caught his eye. She wore a sexy, metallic black two-piece that had some of the male citizens slowing down their jog to get a look. Feeling a pang of something strange in him, he gave them dirty looks, warning them to continue on their way.

It was different for Chloe, the way she had been since summer had arrived. Last night she had kissed him on the cheek, and even though it was friendly, it sure was bold for someone who had enough ak-weird relationship problems with him to cause a rift between them.

'She's just trying to break the rift,' he decided to himself. That would explain her demeanor around him. She was no longer careful, no longer being sure she wasn't about to set anything off or cause a bad conversation. Still...she usually hid behind a towel in a conservative one-piece while Lois would prance around in a string bikini. She hadn't been this bold since the middle of high school.

"Ready to hit the fish pee?" she said, patiently waiting for him to finish his enigmatic thoughts. He laughed.

She had no clue what he was thinking, but she hoped and prayed it had something to do with her new bathing suit she'd spent a good third of her good paycheck on. 'Easy, Chloe. This summer is about repairing relationships, not starting up more weirdness between you two. Keep it friendly and he'll keep it in his pants.' That gave her a small smirk on her face.

"Yeah. I'm good."

She gave him a wide, pearly smile. "Good." She suddenly sprang up and jumped on his back, sending them both into laughter. He easily held her weight as she wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms loosely around his neck. It'd be practically impossible to fall off of him accidentially. He was too powerful to ever let that happen.

He jogged into the deepest end of the water he could stand in and untangled her arms and legs, sending her tumbling into the water with a scream. For a good amount of time, she did not come up and a wave of worry came over him.

"Chloe?"

All of a sudden, she popped out of the water and tackled him, his instincts telling him to catch her. He fell off balance from the suprise attack and stumbled backwards a couple of feet before he sent them both crashing into the shallow mix of water and sand.

There was a tangle of arms and legs and more laughter than anything.

"Ow!" Chloe cried, still laughing, and swatted him on his arm. That's when Clark noticed the position they had landed in. He was on his back, one elbow propped up to keep him above the water and another wrapped around her waist. She was straddling his torso, one hand on his hip and another draped over his elevated shoulder. She lay flat against him, her head lying on his propped-up shoulder, still giggling to stop and notice the sexual tension building.

Finally she stopped, wondering why he was staring at her so fearfully.

"What?" she asked softly.

What was he supposed to say? This is akward? Do you feel any tension? Have you noticed the jealous men wanting to beat me up because of our position?

All he could do is muster up a look of mischeif and flip her over, causing her to scream and laugh again. She sat up immediately.

"Today you die, Kent," she declared, and pounced.

They walked back together, Clark's arm around her waist, Chloe's arm around his. They kept it as friendly as possible, though no one could possibly forget the body contact they had experienced that day. They had fun; friendly, platonic fun and that was it, they decided as they looked at the setting sun.

"Want a ride home? I'm guessing you walked," she said, noticing he stood by her car leisurely as if he was waiting for his ride to come for him.

"As long as you promise to spend the night."

Chloe went white. "Wh-what?" she stammered. Spend the night? He couldn't possibly be implying...

He gave her a confused look. "Yeah. You can go straight to the farm and borrow something of Lois's if you want and we can get something to eat- like old times."

A sigh of relief (and maybe a tiny bit of dissapointment) left her body. Old times involved no intercourse whatsoever. "Yeah...yeah. Like old times." She gave him a small smile.

They climbed in her tiny Yarris, cranked up the stereo, and headed home.

Author's Note: I think it's really evolving and getting better. Next chapter is the sleepover, but here's a hint: it's nothing like old times. This one's gonna be hotter. ; XOXO Love all my readers and ('specially) reviewers, R&R!