"You ok, Clark? I know it'll be hard to adjust, not having to walk
to school, but it'll be ok," Chloe said playfully.
"Right, sorry Clo. I'm just wondering what my teacher is gonna look like when I don't walk in late for once."
"Well sit down, I don't think standing up is going to get you there any faster."
Sitting down, Clark pondered again. This is just Chloe, just my best friend. But, the dream, it all seems too coincidental. Could I be falling for Chloe? Clark looked over at his friend again. Much to his dismay, she looked back and smiled. Guess that settles that. I'm in love with Chloe.
"Hey, where's Pete?" Clark asked.
"Said he was gonna get a driving lesson from his dad, so the possibilities are endless."
"I got faith in Pete. I'm sure he can make it to school without crashing," Clark assured.
"I guess we'll see then," Chloe said as the bus pulled up to the school.
Thankfully, Pete had made it to school safe and sound, although the look on his dad's face gave Chloe and Clark the impression that there may have been a few problems. Needless to say, first hour was very different when Clark arrived on time, much less scowling in his general direction. Clark couldn't concentrate all day. Every class he spent with Chloe, his dream haunted him. He may have figured out that he was in love with his best friend, but that didn't completely explain the dream. He still didn't know what he was looking for. Chloe was right here.
Clark was more happy than usual to have a last hour study hall that day. Saying a goodbye to his friends, he sped home. Taking time to do his chores, Clark headed to his fortress of solitude. Not bothering with the trivial homework he had, Clark curled up on his couch and set in for a well- deserved nap.
(clark's dream) He was in the forest again. Clark immediately set out in search. The sun began lowering in the sky. Time was short; he couldn't find it in the dark. Using all the super speed he could muster, Clark raced through the trees. The forest was too big, and the sun finally set. Just before total darkness, Clark awoke
Clark checked the clock on the barn wall, 4 o'clock. Deciding he wasn't even going to get a nap, Clark went to the house. Deliberately not using his powers, Clark went through the house, helping his mother out any way he could.
At the Beanery
"Chloe, I don't see why you just don't tell him," Pete said.
"Oh, please. We've made fun of Clark so much about Lana, just imagine what he'd think if I told him I was the same way about him," she retorted.
"Clark's a lot better guy than that, and you know it. So really, why don't you just come out with it?"
"I know it may not be a problem for you, but I couldn't take it if he told me he didn't feel the same. Remember what Clark was like when Lana told him she felt safe with Whitney. Imagine that multiplied by a million."
"I think he might like you, you said yourself he's been kinda weird lately. The last time he acted "kinda weird" was when he would attempt to talk to Lana," Pete said, emphasizing the quotations.
"Yeah right. I'm just good ol' Chloe. Best friends forever, but nothing more," she said despairingly.
"You never know, if you could fall for your best friend, maybe he could too," Pete said as he stood up. "Listen, I gotta go watch my sisters. If you don't want to tell him that's fine, but think about it."
Chloe sat back and ordered another espresso. She couldn't tell Clark. He just wouldn't understand. He'd get scared, like with Lana. He'd stop talking to her. She couldn't live with that.
Back at the Kents'
Clark had enough cleaning for a lifetime. At first trying to waste time, Martha found more things to do than he could count. After a while, he even wanted to leave. Saying he still had homework, Clark was able to escape back to his fortress.
Clark went over the events of his past week. He remembered Lex making him go to the party. He remembered Pete tell him he couldn't make it. He remembered the dream starting. He remembered… wait! The dream started with the party, but not only that, it started when he realized only Chloe and himself would be there. Things pieced themselves together. The dream wasn't trying to tell him something. The dream was reflecting his life. He had finally figured it out. But, the consequences sunk in also.
The dream wasn't going to stop until he found what he was looking for, Chloe. The forest was his confused feelings, making him unable to find anything. And the darkness, the darkness was his fear. What if she didn't like him? What should he do?
Too many sleepless nights already answered for him. None of that was going away until he told Chloe his feelings.
Back to the Beanery
Chloe sat alone, waiting to be kicked out by the waitress. Hearing a small jingle, she looked to the door. Who would be coming in right before the place closes? Taken aback, she saw Clark walking up to her.
"You weren't at home so I thought you'd be here," he said with a nervous smile.
"What were you looking for me for?" Chloe asked.
"I've got something you need to hear," he said trying to gain a semblence of composure.
"Well spill"
"Ok, umm..Chloe, I've been thinking lately.. and I've been feeling something… uhh… different. I…I… well.,.."
"Sorry to break this up kids, but the place is closed. I'm gonna have to ask you to come back tomorrow," yelled a young waitress. She ushered the two outside before Clark could protest. He looked at Chloe and decided it be better left for another time. He said goodbye and began to walk home.
"Goodbye? Sorry to burst your bubble Clark, but I gotta walk too, means you'll be burdened with the job of protecting me from the freaks again."
"I'll try my best again," he said with a smile.
They walked in silence for almost a mile. Chloe was first to break the silence.
"What were you gonna say back there?"
"Nothing important, just forget it," he said looking at his feet. He lost his nerve. Something just held him back; he couldn't say it.
"You're not getting off that easy, I want to know what you were gonna say."
Clark stopped walking. Confused, Chloe turned around to look at him. "Before I say anything, can you promise me you won't laugh or hate my guts?"
Chloe laughed. "Nothing's bad enough to make me hate you, but if it's funny you can't expect me not to laugh."
"Not exactly reassuring, but good enough. I… I still don't know how to say this. Chloe, I … I really like you. You're funny, smart, sweet, and gorgeous." Clark stared at his feet. Not hearing a response, he started moving again toward his house. "I'm sorry Clo."
Chloe looked at Clark, thinking this was some kind of joke. He stared walking away. "Clark wait! I just wasn't expecting something like that," she said desperately trying to process the information. Clark turned back around. Seeing the sadness in his eyes, Chloe couldn't help but be moved. Clark poured his heart out, and she still stood there, dumbfounded. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She nearly knocked Clark over as she grabbed him in a hug. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that. I love you Clark."
Now it was Clark's turn to be shocked. Quickly he put his arms around her. Both stood together as minutes passed, both content to be in the other's embrace. As they separated, they began to walk to the Sullivan residence, hand in hand. They stopped before Chloe went inside.
"So what happens now?" Clark asked.
"Let's just say you look good wearing my future," Chloe said with a smile as she gave Clark a quick peck on the cheek and went inside.
Clark sprinted home. Bursting through the door with a smile to light the world, Clark told his parent that he and Chloe were now together. Receiving smiles from his parents, he was led into a lecture from his father. It didn't seem to matter though. Clark headed to his bed afterwards to enjoy the best sleep of his life.
Well there you have it. Review pleeeeeeeeeeeease. Tell me if you think I should keep writing fics or if I should stick to my day job.
A/N: "Let's just say you look good wearing my future" was a line from another story, sorry to take it, but it was just a great line.
"Right, sorry Clo. I'm just wondering what my teacher is gonna look like when I don't walk in late for once."
"Well sit down, I don't think standing up is going to get you there any faster."
Sitting down, Clark pondered again. This is just Chloe, just my best friend. But, the dream, it all seems too coincidental. Could I be falling for Chloe? Clark looked over at his friend again. Much to his dismay, she looked back and smiled. Guess that settles that. I'm in love with Chloe.
"Hey, where's Pete?" Clark asked.
"Said he was gonna get a driving lesson from his dad, so the possibilities are endless."
"I got faith in Pete. I'm sure he can make it to school without crashing," Clark assured.
"I guess we'll see then," Chloe said as the bus pulled up to the school.
Thankfully, Pete had made it to school safe and sound, although the look on his dad's face gave Chloe and Clark the impression that there may have been a few problems. Needless to say, first hour was very different when Clark arrived on time, much less scowling in his general direction. Clark couldn't concentrate all day. Every class he spent with Chloe, his dream haunted him. He may have figured out that he was in love with his best friend, but that didn't completely explain the dream. He still didn't know what he was looking for. Chloe was right here.
Clark was more happy than usual to have a last hour study hall that day. Saying a goodbye to his friends, he sped home. Taking time to do his chores, Clark headed to his fortress of solitude. Not bothering with the trivial homework he had, Clark curled up on his couch and set in for a well- deserved nap.
(clark's dream) He was in the forest again. Clark immediately set out in search. The sun began lowering in the sky. Time was short; he couldn't find it in the dark. Using all the super speed he could muster, Clark raced through the trees. The forest was too big, and the sun finally set. Just before total darkness, Clark awoke
Clark checked the clock on the barn wall, 4 o'clock. Deciding he wasn't even going to get a nap, Clark went to the house. Deliberately not using his powers, Clark went through the house, helping his mother out any way he could.
At the Beanery
"Chloe, I don't see why you just don't tell him," Pete said.
"Oh, please. We've made fun of Clark so much about Lana, just imagine what he'd think if I told him I was the same way about him," she retorted.
"Clark's a lot better guy than that, and you know it. So really, why don't you just come out with it?"
"I know it may not be a problem for you, but I couldn't take it if he told me he didn't feel the same. Remember what Clark was like when Lana told him she felt safe with Whitney. Imagine that multiplied by a million."
"I think he might like you, you said yourself he's been kinda weird lately. The last time he acted "kinda weird" was when he would attempt to talk to Lana," Pete said, emphasizing the quotations.
"Yeah right. I'm just good ol' Chloe. Best friends forever, but nothing more," she said despairingly.
"You never know, if you could fall for your best friend, maybe he could too," Pete said as he stood up. "Listen, I gotta go watch my sisters. If you don't want to tell him that's fine, but think about it."
Chloe sat back and ordered another espresso. She couldn't tell Clark. He just wouldn't understand. He'd get scared, like with Lana. He'd stop talking to her. She couldn't live with that.
Back at the Kents'
Clark had enough cleaning for a lifetime. At first trying to waste time, Martha found more things to do than he could count. After a while, he even wanted to leave. Saying he still had homework, Clark was able to escape back to his fortress.
Clark went over the events of his past week. He remembered Lex making him go to the party. He remembered Pete tell him he couldn't make it. He remembered the dream starting. He remembered… wait! The dream started with the party, but not only that, it started when he realized only Chloe and himself would be there. Things pieced themselves together. The dream wasn't trying to tell him something. The dream was reflecting his life. He had finally figured it out. But, the consequences sunk in also.
The dream wasn't going to stop until he found what he was looking for, Chloe. The forest was his confused feelings, making him unable to find anything. And the darkness, the darkness was his fear. What if she didn't like him? What should he do?
Too many sleepless nights already answered for him. None of that was going away until he told Chloe his feelings.
Back to the Beanery
Chloe sat alone, waiting to be kicked out by the waitress. Hearing a small jingle, she looked to the door. Who would be coming in right before the place closes? Taken aback, she saw Clark walking up to her.
"You weren't at home so I thought you'd be here," he said with a nervous smile.
"What were you looking for me for?" Chloe asked.
"I've got something you need to hear," he said trying to gain a semblence of composure.
"Well spill"
"Ok, umm..Chloe, I've been thinking lately.. and I've been feeling something… uhh… different. I…I… well.,.."
"Sorry to break this up kids, but the place is closed. I'm gonna have to ask you to come back tomorrow," yelled a young waitress. She ushered the two outside before Clark could protest. He looked at Chloe and decided it be better left for another time. He said goodbye and began to walk home.
"Goodbye? Sorry to burst your bubble Clark, but I gotta walk too, means you'll be burdened with the job of protecting me from the freaks again."
"I'll try my best again," he said with a smile.
They walked in silence for almost a mile. Chloe was first to break the silence.
"What were you gonna say back there?"
"Nothing important, just forget it," he said looking at his feet. He lost his nerve. Something just held him back; he couldn't say it.
"You're not getting off that easy, I want to know what you were gonna say."
Clark stopped walking. Confused, Chloe turned around to look at him. "Before I say anything, can you promise me you won't laugh or hate my guts?"
Chloe laughed. "Nothing's bad enough to make me hate you, but if it's funny you can't expect me not to laugh."
"Not exactly reassuring, but good enough. I… I still don't know how to say this. Chloe, I … I really like you. You're funny, smart, sweet, and gorgeous." Clark stared at his feet. Not hearing a response, he started moving again toward his house. "I'm sorry Clo."
Chloe looked at Clark, thinking this was some kind of joke. He stared walking away. "Clark wait! I just wasn't expecting something like that," she said desperately trying to process the information. Clark turned back around. Seeing the sadness in his eyes, Chloe couldn't help but be moved. Clark poured his heart out, and she still stood there, dumbfounded. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She nearly knocked Clark over as she grabbed him in a hug. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that. I love you Clark."
Now it was Clark's turn to be shocked. Quickly he put his arms around her. Both stood together as minutes passed, both content to be in the other's embrace. As they separated, they began to walk to the Sullivan residence, hand in hand. They stopped before Chloe went inside.
"So what happens now?" Clark asked.
"Let's just say you look good wearing my future," Chloe said with a smile as she gave Clark a quick peck on the cheek and went inside.
Clark sprinted home. Bursting through the door with a smile to light the world, Clark told his parent that he and Chloe were now together. Receiving smiles from his parents, he was led into a lecture from his father. It didn't seem to matter though. Clark headed to his bed afterwards to enjoy the best sleep of his life.
Well there you have it. Review pleeeeeeeeeeeease. Tell me if you think I should keep writing fics or if I should stick to my day job.
A/N: "Let's just say you look good wearing my future" was a line from another story, sorry to take it, but it was just a great line.