"Get up."

Ugh. It's Lois. And morning. I don't feel like dealing with either. So, I ignore them both, keeping my eyes shut tight and hoping Lois gets the message.

She does, but ignores it.

It must run in the family.

"Up. Now."

I groan when she begins shaking my shoulders and open my eyes a bit.

I feel like I have a hangover; and considering I didn't have the pleasure of getting blissfully hammered last night, I don't think it's fair. Why should I have to do the time if I didn't do the crime?

"Lois! What the hell!" I yell when she smacks me on the rear. Hard.

She smiles at me.

I glare at her.

"Mrs. K says it's time to get up. Breakfast is ready."

I lay my head back down, firmly shutting my eyes.

"Not hungry. Sleep." I moan.

"It's eleven o'clock. Way past 'get up' time here on the farm," She says brightly.

It pisses me off. Lois isn't a morning person; so, why the hell is she up; and cheery.

"So?" I ask without actually opening my mouth.

"So, get. Up," She grunts while snatching the blanket off of me.

I whimper silently to myself. She's not gonna leave me alone.

"Wake Lana up," I whine. "Maybe she's hungry."

"I'm up, I'm up," Lana says sleepily.

I don't blame her.

My cousin seems to really dislike her. There's no doubt in my mind Lois would take absolute pleasure in using her annoying and sometimes painful 'wake up' methods on Lana.

"Come on Chloe," Lana tugs on my hand. "Your baby has to eat too," she reasons with a yawn; effectively guilt tripping me into awakening. I didn't eat much yesterday. Starving myself this morning too would most certainly make me a bad mother.

"Traitor," I glare at her.

She just shrugs her shoulders slightly and smiles at me.

"Just to let you know, if you two kiss, I'm gonna throw up."

Startled, we both look up at Lois. What in the world would make her say something like that?

"I don't get you two," Lois declares.

We focus our attention back on her; curiously waiting for her to continue.

"You should hate each other, or be awkward around one another at the very least."

I look over at Lana. I can understand that. Lana dated Clark knowing I was completely in love with him. That hurt. A lot. But Clark wanted her, not me, so I had to just deal with it. Then, I married Clark about two weeks after one of their many break ups. That was bad. Real bad, but not entirely my fault. And now, Lana is about to marry Lex Luthor; Clark's ex-best friend who's a real psychopath and dedicates a lot of time and money to figuring out the mystery that is Clark Kent. I can definitely see where we're supposed to hate each other.

Lana raises her eyebrows at me.

I shrug my shoulders at her.

"And will you two please give the nonverbal communication a rest. It's really annoying, and creepy."

"Fine."

I turn to Lana.

"Do you hate me?"

"No. Do you hate me?" she asks playing along.

"No," I answer with a grin before turning back to Lois. "Better?" I ask her.

She frowns at me. "Oh my god. You two…have you two ever…"

I frown and look over at Lana. Is Lois really asking what I think she's asking?

Lana bites the inside of her cheek, letting me know we're on the same page.

"You two did, didn't you?" Lois asks.

"Actually Lois, there was that one time at the dorm…" I start off.

Lois makes a face at me. She's serious?

"I'm kidding Lois; Jeez. Why would you ask us that in the first place?"

She points at the bed.

I just stare at her. So what if we shared a bed. Lots of friends do it and it doesn't mean a damn thing.

"You two are still holding each other's hand."

"Still?" I inquire, quickly letting go of Lana's hand.

"You've been holding hands since I came in here."

Lana and I look at each other. We hadn't noticed. I'll give that one to Lois. That was definitely weird.

"You know," Lois places a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "Now that I think about it, this actually explains a lot."

"Lois!" I hiss.

She ignores me.

"I mean, how else can you two preserve such a dysfunctional friendship?"

"Get out," I point to the door.

She smirks at me, not moving an inch.

"You two need some time alone?" she asks sweetly.

"To get dressed for breakfast; that's it." I answer defensively.

I shouldn't have.

"Together?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Out!" I yell before throwing a pillow at her. She catches it easily; which really annoys me.

So, I get out of bed and physically push her toward the door.

"Wait 'til I tell Smallville," she says once I've gotten her outside of the door. I try to shut the door in her face but she blocks it with her foot.

"Hey," She whispers not so quietly.

I'm sure she's doing it on purpose so that Lana can hear her as well.

"Last night, did you two…" She wiggles her eyebrows at me instead of finishing her sentence.

I shove at the door, crushing her foot.

"Oww, Shi"-

I shut the door as soon as she moves it, not giving a damn. She deserved it.

"Lois?"

"Mrs. Kent! They're up now; just getting dressed."

I can practically hear Lois's overenthusiastically fake smile through the door.

"Okay dear."

I sigh, lean against the door, and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"So…How inappropriate would it be for me to borrow a pair of your jeans?"

I look up to find a smiling Lana.

I smile back; relieved things aren't going to be weird between us despite Lois's attempt to make it so. Well, weirder anyway.

"Actually, I think I have a pair of your jeans hidden somewhere around here."

"Don't tell Lois that."

I roll my eyes at her, but she's right. I don't even want to think about what kind of jokes Lois would fish from the gutter if she found out I still have a pair of Lana's jeans.

"Let's just hope you still fit them. You rolled over last night and nearly suffocated me and my baby," I joke.

"Hey!" she exclaims. She's not really offended. Like me, she isn't even showing yet. I doubt she's gained a pound.

It doesn't take me long to find them. I would've thought they'd be at the very bottom; or hidden in the corner of one of my bags, but I must have unearthed them last night when I was looking for the picture of me and Lana.

"Chloe, why is your stuff still packed?"

"Just been too busy I guess," I say with a shrug before getting up and handing her the jeans.

She frowns at me. Of course she doesn't believe me. I don't even believe me.

I grab some stuff for myself as well and head towards the bathroom. I've decided to dress fully; keys and all.

I'm going out after breakfast. I don't care where.

"He does love you, you know."

I turn around slowly and look at her.

"I know he does. Just…not the same way he loves you."

She looks down at the pair of jeans in her hand; noting that I've said loves and not loved.

"And you still love him too," I finish.

She looks up at me then.

"I'm marrying Lex," She says simply.

I nod my head and leave the room. I understand what she's trying to say to me, but it doesn't make me feel better.

I dress quickly; but Lana still should've finished way before me. Instead, she comes out of the bedroom at the same time I come out of the bathroom. I can't blame her for waiting on me. It would be awfully awkward for her downstairs. There's Clark and Lois and Lois and Clark.

"You ready?" I ask once I've dumped my stuff inside of the bedroom.

She holds her hand out as if she's showcasing the hallway.

I correctly interpret it as 'lead the way'.

Once downstairs, we both freeze in the doorway of the dining room and let out a low oath.

I'm a 'shit' person. Lana tends to favor 'damn'; however we both say the same word. And it wasn't shit or damn.

Lex has just walked in, and Clark's right behind him. There's no doubt in my mind they had a little talk, and now Clark knows everything; including the role I'm going to play in Lex and Lana's wedding.

Lex is staring at Lana's, well, Clark's shirt on Lana. He's definitely not happy about that. I'm sure Lana sleeping in Clark's shirt, is just as bad as her sleeping with him in Lex's mind.

She doesn't seem to notice. She's not really paying Lex much attention at all. She's staring at Clark.

I don't blame her for that either. I don't think either of us has ever seen him this angry before. And we've both seen him in some very scary moods. Usually, when he was infected by some form of kryptonite; but this is just Clark Kent. And he's furious.

I can't even look at him.

I glance at Lex. He doesn't seem to like where his fiancé has focused her attention. Lex hardly ever shows his anger, but he has a tell. A muscle in his jaw jumps ever so slightly, before he quickly covers it with a small, a very small smile.

'This just keeps getting better and better.'

I sit down at the table and lower my eyes.

"Here you go dear," Mrs. Kent says while placing a plate of food in front of me.

I've lost my appetite again, but I eat anyway. I need something to do so that I don't have to look at Clark.

"Lana, are you ready to go?" Lex asks her; but there isn't a person in this room who doesn't know he's not really asking.

"I didn't eat yet," she answers before sitting beside me.

I glance at her. When did she grow a set?

"Thank you Mrs. Kent," Lana says with a smile when the older woman puts a plate of food in front of her as well.

"Lex, you're more than welcome to a plate," Mrs. Kent offers.

I look up at him; hoping he declines.

He doesn't.

He sits directly across from Lana and waits for his plate.

"Clark honey, sit."

He does. Right next to Lex, which puts him in front of me. I look down and resume eating.

I wish he would've declined as well.

Lois clears her throat, and I glare at her.

Usually, she hates uncomfortable silences; but she's eating this one up. She's been smiling ever since Lana and I stepped into the room. It also explains why she was so freakin' cheerful this morning.

"So…how long before Smallville gets his shirt back Lana? Despite the fact that it smells just like him, it's one of my favorites to sleep in."

"It's just a shirt Lois," I answer.

I'd kick her, but she's too far away.

"But it's so…comfortable. Isn't it Lana?"

Lana finishes chewing and swallowing before answering. "Yes, it's comfortable; but like Chloe said, it's just a shirt."

She looks at Lex when she says that, then shrugs.

"I can have it cleaned by tomorrow. I'll just give it to Chloe when I pick her up."

"Oh? And where are you two going tomorrow?" Lex asks tightly through a smile.

It looks awfully uncomfortable.

"Maybe she'll text it to you," Lois suggests.

I glare at her…again.

Lana smiles at Lex before telling him it's a secret.

Apparently it's a secret from me too, because she didn't say anything about it to me last night, or this morning.

I accidently look over at Clark and I really lose my appetite. I didn't think it was possible for him to get any angrier than he was before; but he is. Maybe Lana shouldn't have used the word 'secret'.

Thankfully, my phone rings.

I answer it immediately, not caring who it is, just needing to do something.

It's Oliver.

'Please god let him have some work for me.'

I smile. He does.

"Who was that?" Lois asks before I've fully hung up.

"Oliver. I gotta go."

"You're not going anywhere," Clark growls.

Everyone gets quiet; really quiet. They've even stopped chewing.

He ignores them, keeping his angry gaze focused on me.

"Clark, Oliver"-

"Can do without you today," he interrupts menacingly.

I blink at him.

I Know he's angry; and yes, I should've told him about the wedding sooner, but Oliver needs me. It's not like I'm going to a party.

'I hope,' I think to myself as I recall my surprise midnight birthday party.

I stand up.

So does he.

"What are you going to do Clark, tie me down?" I ask, glaring over the table at him.

"Don't. tempt. Me," he glares back.

"Okay guys, that's"-

"Lois, stay out of this," he snaps at her.

She gaps at him; not used to hearing him talk that way to anyone, especially her.

We stare at each other for a few seconds.

He's not going to let me go. Unless…

I grab Lana by the wrist and yank her out of her chair.

She doesn't actually protest verbally; but I can tell by the way she's dragging her feet that she doesn't want to be in the middle of this.

I don't care. The way I see it, she owes me.

Clark throws his napkin down on the table and follows after us. He catches up just before we reach the door.

"Lana, will you give me a moment with her?" he asks.

She stares at him, at a lost for what to do.

"Oh no you don't Kent," I say while pushing Lana out of the door. "Point those baby blues somewhere else."

He grabs my arm.

"When you come back, and you better come back"-

I snatch my arm away. He doesn't have to finish. I already know what's in store for me when I return.

"You're kidnapping my fiancé?" Lex jokes from behind Clark, but he's actually quite serious, and pissed.

"Wait forty eight hours before you file a missing person's report," I reply dryly and leave.

A/N: Chapter 11 is finished, but i kinda noticed everyone seems to be expecting a makeup/love scene. I didn't write one because there's already one in the story. And honestly they're a little uncomfortable for me to write. I always feel like I didn't do it right or something. But if you really want one, just say so. I'll add it in there.