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Chloe POV – The Torch

Chapter 7

I can't believe Clark and I are dating; does that mean we're "boyfriend and girlfriend"? I'm not sure, though to be honest I don't really care at this point. I would have preferred to be wearing something a little bit nicer for our first date but my gym shorts, sports bra, and tank top will just have to do.

I'm saving a couple of files on my computer for next weeks issue of the Torch when Clark comes in looking kind of upset.

"Everything okay Clark?" I ask him concernedly.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just ran into Jason, he was giving me crap about missing practice and started threatening me about sitting out next game. I told him; 'Maybe I should sit the next game out.' and straight away he changed his tune, he's acting really weird. Anyway, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I just need to save this file." as I click to save the file, "and now I'm ready." I jump up and grab my bag and notice Clark's just staring at me. "Now what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's just... I've never seen you in such short shorts before..."Clark notes, swallowing.

He's staring at my legs. Okay, that is kind of flattering... I have to fight off the smirk trying to make its way onto my face. "Well, before you burn a hole through me from looking so hard should we get going?"

Clark chuckles. "Yeah, I guess so."

Clark walks over and takes my hand and we head outside; We get to the outside door and I remember that it's January and freezing out. I figure I can run to my car pretty quick and not get too cold, but then unexpectedly I feel a jacket being put on around me. I glance up at Clark and he's putting his Letterman jacket on me.

"Clark, you don't need to do that. You'll get cold." I try to take it off and hand it back, but Clark grabs both lapels and holds it.

"I'll be fine Chloe, I promise. I don't want you to get sick on our first date, plus I think it looks good on you." Clark says, grinning shyly.

"So does this mean we're going "steady" now?" I can't help but crack a joke and wow is it just me or did it suddenly get a LOT hotter out here? Magic jacket or what!

Clark just smiles and we take off running across the parking lot and jump in my car.

Clark's House

As we pull into Clark's driveway I can't help but be a little nervous. I have been over to his house hundreds of times, but this feels different; like I'm meeting his parents as this different person. Maybe they will see me as this new girl, someone trying to take their son away from them and hate me... Okay maybe I've seen one too many romantic-comedy movies.

Even though it sounds absurd I'm really starting to freak out here. Clark must be able to sense it, because he reaches over and places his hand on my leg as I'm putting the car in park. God his hands are warm. I like the way his hand feels on me, which of course starts to calm me down.

"You look nervous." Clark says, a humorous glint in his eye.

"I am." I confess. "It's just... It's a little weird going over to your house as more than "just friends", y'know?" I query sheepishly, blushing.

"I understand where you're coming from, but I'm excited to have you here as more than just my best friend."

I smile at his words, absently brushing a stray hair out of my eyes, leaning against his chest. "Are we telling your parents? That we're... more than friends?" And yes, the words make me as giddy as they did when I first thought them.

"We probably should, since I would like to have you visit more often now. Much more often." He grinned widely, boyish delight in his eyes. "And it might be fairly obvious when I'm kissing you."

Just the mention of Clark kissing me has me thinking about kissing him earlier, a shiver running up my spine. His soft lips and the way...

"Earth to Chloe, you in there?" He teased. "So, do you want to tell my parents? Or would you rather wait? I'll do whatever makes you comfortable." He said gently, grin settling into a soft smile.

"What would we tell them?"

Clark looks at me for a minute like he doesn't quite understand what I'm asking. "Well... I guess we'd tell them that you are my girlfriend now. If that's okay with you?" He questions nervously.

"Are you serious? Of course that's okay with me! So we are official then? Like I can say 'Clark Kent is my boyfriend' and that would be a true statement?" We're-"

"Whoa, slow down Chloe!" He chuckles at my enthusiasm and I can't help but blush slightly under his gaze. "That sounds great to me; Chloe Sullivan is my girlfriend. It sounds... Fantastic." Clark murmurs, and then he leans over and kisses me.

All of a sudden it dawns on me; we're sitting in his driveway, locking lips as I lean against him, his Letterman jacket comfortably resting over my shoulders. This day just keeps on getting better.

Clark and I get out of the car and head inside.

"MOM! DAD! I'M HOME!"

"Clark, honey, we're in the kitchen." Martha yells back.

Clark and I walk into the kitchen and Jonathan and Martha are both leaned over the table looking at what looks to be a thick pile of bills, Martha looks up at Clark and I.

"Hello Chloe, it's good to see you dear. How have you been?" Martha asks warmly.

Before I can answer she notices that I'm wearing shorts, short shorts, very short shorts. "Oh my! What are you wearing? You must be freezing, why are you wearing shorts in this weather? It's suppose to snow tonight!"

"I actually fell in the pool at school, wearing all my clothes of course." I lament, pouting. "I'm fine though, thanks to Clark." I glance up at him and can't help the look of adoration that crosses my face.

Martha looks at me for a minute, then at Clark, then back to me. Is she on to us already? We haven't done anything to give her that indication, though perhaps I haven't hidden it as well as I could.

"Well I'm glad you are okay Chloe, nonetheless you need to be more careful." Martha chides, still looking between the two of us.

"There's something we need to tell you two." Clark starts and oh my god it sounds like he's about to tell his parents I'm expecting. Jonathan and Martha both glance up at the same time and look between us.

"What did you do?" Jonathan asks, frowning at Clark.

"Nothing. Seriously Dad, nothing is wrong. We just wanted you both to know, we're now dating... Chloe and I." Clark states and then reaches down and takes my hand.

"That's great news!" Martha says and jumps up, running over and wrapping us both in her arms. "I am so glad you two are happy. I always thought you had feelings for Clark Chloe, and..."

"Martha. Give the kids some room to breathe." Jonathan says and comes over and pulls Martha away from us. "We're both happy for you."

"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Kent. It means a lot to me knowing you approve of me dating Clark." I say honestly.

"I'm going to take Chloe upstairs and find her something warmer to wear." Clark smiles, pulling my hand towards the stairs. I thought they would stop us, but they don't, they go right back to doing their bills. It warms me up more than any amount of thick clothing could, knowing that they trust me that much.

Clark's Room

Clark pulls us into his room and breathes a sigh of relief.

"I knew I wasn't the only one nervous." I joke, lips quirking into a grin.

"Yeah, I was a little nervous. You never know how parents will react to you telling them you're seeing someone. Especially since I've only had that conversation one time." Clark explains.

Clark walks over to his dresser and pulls out some black sweat pants and a red flannel long sleeve shirt. He hands them to me and sits down on his bed.

"Close your eyes." I order.

"Why?" he questions innocently.

"I'm going to change right here, so close your eyes." I repeat.

Clark closes his eyes and I slip my shorts off real quick and put the sweats on. They are so warm and... huge! They swallow me! Then I hear a snicker. I glance over at Clark and he's laughing at me.

"I thought I told you to close your eyes." I glare at him menacingly from my place on the floor, swimming in his... tent. There's no way anyone can fit into these, even Clark.

"You were taking too long, so I just peeked to make sure you were okay and hadn't passed out on me; you know, from bumping your head earlier. I only had your best interests in mind. I didn't see anything, I promise."

I smile up at him. "I believe you. Look at these things though, they're huge!" I shout disbelievingly, pulling the pants out so he can tell.

"I think you look so adorably cute right now." Clark smiles.

I can't help it; I blush. I grab the shirt Clark is passing me and put it on over my tank top. I glance back over at Clark and he is practically laying on his bed, he reaches out and takes my hand and, pulling me over next to him.

"You look so beautiful Chloe. I must admit, I love seeing you wearing my clothes." Clark says softly.

"I must admit, I love wearing your clothes." I reply jokingly.

Clark then tugs my arm and I fall on the bed next to him, he rolls over the top of me and then caresses my face. Very slowly he leans down and starts to kiss me; His lips are so wonderful, I'm kissing back and I slip my hand into his hair. He starts to slide the hand that's not holding him up under my back. He hasn't even touched my skin but the warmth and firmness feels... Amazing.

"CLARK! CHLOE! DINNER WILL BE READY IN ABOUT 15 MINUTES!" Jonathan yells up the stairs.

Clark stops kissing me, glances down and then smiles. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"