A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. Sorry I've been on hiatus with this one; I
just started a new fanfic, titled "Catch Me If You Can." So check it out
and tell me what you think!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chloe followed Lana into their huge soap-opera house, and Lana did a quick once-over. After calling out "Hello!" several times, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. The Wicked Witch has left the castle."
Chloe was comforted by this fact. "I don't think I could deal with her right now. Although punching her in that fake nose does have its appeals . . ."
Lana tapped at her watch. "Chloe! We have less than an hour and a half before we have to meet Clark and Lex! We have no time to punch evil stepmothers!"
Chloe laughed. "I guess you're right. Maybe another time, then."
Lana headed up the stairs, while Chloe tried to think of a way to bring up her feelings about Lex. She followed Lana and took a deep breath. "Lana?"
"Yah, I'm in here! I think this is your room!" Lana's voice was muffled, and seemed lost in the enormous house.
Chloe followed the sound of Lana's voice, and soon found herself in a huge room. She momentarily forgot why she had wanted to talk to Lana; this room was amazing. Chloe could easily tell that it was her room; it was decorated in soft blues and beiges, with her laptop on her desk.
She uttered in an awed voice, "I love it."
Lana was already headed out the door. "Now, let's go find my room. It's gotta be in here somewhere!"
Chloe finally remembered why she wanted to talk to Lana. "Lana, I'm having some very strange feelings toward Lex."
Lana stopped in her search of her room and turned to face Chloe. "Did you think I couldn't tell?"
Chloe felt relieved that she didn't have to explain exactly her feelings towards Lex. "We have a very strange relationship. The soap opera show we are living in makes me take risks, risks that I wouldn't usually take in my normal, day-to-day life."
Lana got the drift of the conversation. "And you wonder how you will stand once the soap opera's over?"
Chloe let out a small gasp. "How did you know?"
Lana went back in Chloe's room, and plopped down on her bed. "Because those are exactly my feelings toward Clark. He says I'm beautiful, and a great catch, but is this just the soap opera talking, or Clark?"
Chloe bounced down on the bed beside her. "I'm so glad I'm not the only one thinking these things. I was so scared!"
Lana reached over and gave Chloe a sisterly hug. Chloe surprised herself by hugging back; she and Lana had always been friends, but now they seemed like true sisters.
Lana wiped a tear from her eye, clearly thinking the same thing. Then the smiled, and said, "Ok, no more crying. We've now got an hour to look fabulous!"
Lana left Chloe's room and finally found hers. It was decorated in a cheerful pink, with a canopy bed right in the middle of everything. Lana stood in the middle of the bed and twirled around. She felt like a princess.
Chloe walked in and whistled. She was impressed; she could tell that her room had been decorated at a very high price, but it still had the coziness of home. Lana's was no different. As she prowled around Lana's bedroom, she noticed that a bathroom joined the two girl's rooms.
Chloe clapped her hands. "Ok, Lana, you get the shower first, while I get settled. But, hurry!"
With a promise to be quick, Lana rushed into the bathroom.
At that moment, the phone rang simultaneously in both Lana and Chloe's rooms. Chloe picked up the phone ringing in her room, and tentatively said, "Hello?"
"This is Chloe, right?" Before Chloe could answer, the woman on the line impatiently said, "It doesn't matter which one you are, anyway. This is Renee. I need you to go into my room and get this receipt lying on my nightstand. It will have a number on it. And make it quick, I don't have all day for you to search for it."
Chloe had a very sarcastic comment just dying to get out. But, with a sigh of resignation, she headed even farther into the house, hoping she would find her dad's room. She found it quickly and easily; it was even more lavishly decorated than her and Lana's. At the hands of Renee, probably. Chloe located the nightstand, and took the receipt to report back to Renee.
Chloe got back on the phone and recited the number to Renee. Without another word, Renee hung up on her. Chloe looked at the phone in disgust. "And the Wicked Witch strikes again."
She returned to her dad's room, and put the receipt back on the nightstand. However, as she was putting it back, she saw a book halfway hidden between the mattresses. It looked like someone had shoved it in there in a hurry. Not feeling the least amount of guilt, Chloe pulled it out. In flowing script, it said 'Diary of Renee Nicole Harper.' Chloe was about to put it back, then remembered how she had been treated by Renee. Chloe snickered, and began to read.
The first page had the invitation to join Renee Nicole Worthington and Travis Jacob Harper in holy matrimony on May 25, 2001, dated 2 years ago. Chloe turned to the next page. Her eyes grew wide as she read the first entry.
'I finally did it. I have been working on Travis for almost 2 years now, and he's finally married me. That sucker will have no idea what hit him. I had one of my girlfriends check into his business and she said that he is at least worth $25 million dollars. Of course, I knew he was very well off when I started dating him, or else he wouldn't have even caught my interest. I mean, he's 47 years old, whereas I am barely 26. His daughters will be a bit of a problem, though. Travis is utterly devoted to them, which leaves less time---and money---for me. Lucky for them that Lana's a junior and Chloe's graduating, or else they would have already been shipped off to boarding school. I can endure Chloe for another year, and Lana is going to be gone most of the time at college. After they are done, they will not be allowed to just waltz in and take over anymore. Then I'm the lady of the house, and no one will say differently. I feel sorry for the mother of those brats. I saw her picture, and I couldn't see why Travis married her. She looks poor as a church mouse, and isn't astonishingly beautiful. Travis said she died in a car accident two years ago. Little does he know. Well, I'm off to a party. I get to wear my new Armani dress. Until next time."
The entry ended there. Chloe felt utterly confused. She shut the book wordlessly and stuck it in its rightful place between the mattresses. Renee must be very confident of herself, hiding this right where any person could find it.
Chloe had to put this on hold, though. For once in her life, she was going to enjoy this party and the man she arrived there with.
Chloe turned to go back to her room when she heard Lana turn off the shower.
Chloe thought back to the diary. However, when the party was over, she was going to discuss this with Lana, Clark, and Lex. Maybe they would know what to do with it.
Lana stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, looking freshly scrubbed. "Those boys better prepare themselves. Because we are going to look so beautiful, it will blow them away!"
With a small smile, Chloe headed into the bathroom.
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chloe followed Lana into their huge soap-opera house, and Lana did a quick once-over. After calling out "Hello!" several times, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. The Wicked Witch has left the castle."
Chloe was comforted by this fact. "I don't think I could deal with her right now. Although punching her in that fake nose does have its appeals . . ."
Lana tapped at her watch. "Chloe! We have less than an hour and a half before we have to meet Clark and Lex! We have no time to punch evil stepmothers!"
Chloe laughed. "I guess you're right. Maybe another time, then."
Lana headed up the stairs, while Chloe tried to think of a way to bring up her feelings about Lex. She followed Lana and took a deep breath. "Lana?"
"Yah, I'm in here! I think this is your room!" Lana's voice was muffled, and seemed lost in the enormous house.
Chloe followed the sound of Lana's voice, and soon found herself in a huge room. She momentarily forgot why she had wanted to talk to Lana; this room was amazing. Chloe could easily tell that it was her room; it was decorated in soft blues and beiges, with her laptop on her desk.
She uttered in an awed voice, "I love it."
Lana was already headed out the door. "Now, let's go find my room. It's gotta be in here somewhere!"
Chloe finally remembered why she wanted to talk to Lana. "Lana, I'm having some very strange feelings toward Lex."
Lana stopped in her search of her room and turned to face Chloe. "Did you think I couldn't tell?"
Chloe felt relieved that she didn't have to explain exactly her feelings towards Lex. "We have a very strange relationship. The soap opera show we are living in makes me take risks, risks that I wouldn't usually take in my normal, day-to-day life."
Lana got the drift of the conversation. "And you wonder how you will stand once the soap opera's over?"
Chloe let out a small gasp. "How did you know?"
Lana went back in Chloe's room, and plopped down on her bed. "Because those are exactly my feelings toward Clark. He says I'm beautiful, and a great catch, but is this just the soap opera talking, or Clark?"
Chloe bounced down on the bed beside her. "I'm so glad I'm not the only one thinking these things. I was so scared!"
Lana reached over and gave Chloe a sisterly hug. Chloe surprised herself by hugging back; she and Lana had always been friends, but now they seemed like true sisters.
Lana wiped a tear from her eye, clearly thinking the same thing. Then the smiled, and said, "Ok, no more crying. We've now got an hour to look fabulous!"
Lana left Chloe's room and finally found hers. It was decorated in a cheerful pink, with a canopy bed right in the middle of everything. Lana stood in the middle of the bed and twirled around. She felt like a princess.
Chloe walked in and whistled. She was impressed; she could tell that her room had been decorated at a very high price, but it still had the coziness of home. Lana's was no different. As she prowled around Lana's bedroom, she noticed that a bathroom joined the two girl's rooms.
Chloe clapped her hands. "Ok, Lana, you get the shower first, while I get settled. But, hurry!"
With a promise to be quick, Lana rushed into the bathroom.
At that moment, the phone rang simultaneously in both Lana and Chloe's rooms. Chloe picked up the phone ringing in her room, and tentatively said, "Hello?"
"This is Chloe, right?" Before Chloe could answer, the woman on the line impatiently said, "It doesn't matter which one you are, anyway. This is Renee. I need you to go into my room and get this receipt lying on my nightstand. It will have a number on it. And make it quick, I don't have all day for you to search for it."
Chloe had a very sarcastic comment just dying to get out. But, with a sigh of resignation, she headed even farther into the house, hoping she would find her dad's room. She found it quickly and easily; it was even more lavishly decorated than her and Lana's. At the hands of Renee, probably. Chloe located the nightstand, and took the receipt to report back to Renee.
Chloe got back on the phone and recited the number to Renee. Without another word, Renee hung up on her. Chloe looked at the phone in disgust. "And the Wicked Witch strikes again."
She returned to her dad's room, and put the receipt back on the nightstand. However, as she was putting it back, she saw a book halfway hidden between the mattresses. It looked like someone had shoved it in there in a hurry. Not feeling the least amount of guilt, Chloe pulled it out. In flowing script, it said 'Diary of Renee Nicole Harper.' Chloe was about to put it back, then remembered how she had been treated by Renee. Chloe snickered, and began to read.
The first page had the invitation to join Renee Nicole Worthington and Travis Jacob Harper in holy matrimony on May 25, 2001, dated 2 years ago. Chloe turned to the next page. Her eyes grew wide as she read the first entry.
'I finally did it. I have been working on Travis for almost 2 years now, and he's finally married me. That sucker will have no idea what hit him. I had one of my girlfriends check into his business and she said that he is at least worth $25 million dollars. Of course, I knew he was very well off when I started dating him, or else he wouldn't have even caught my interest. I mean, he's 47 years old, whereas I am barely 26. His daughters will be a bit of a problem, though. Travis is utterly devoted to them, which leaves less time---and money---for me. Lucky for them that Lana's a junior and Chloe's graduating, or else they would have already been shipped off to boarding school. I can endure Chloe for another year, and Lana is going to be gone most of the time at college. After they are done, they will not be allowed to just waltz in and take over anymore. Then I'm the lady of the house, and no one will say differently. I feel sorry for the mother of those brats. I saw her picture, and I couldn't see why Travis married her. She looks poor as a church mouse, and isn't astonishingly beautiful. Travis said she died in a car accident two years ago. Little does he know. Well, I'm off to a party. I get to wear my new Armani dress. Until next time."
The entry ended there. Chloe felt utterly confused. She shut the book wordlessly and stuck it in its rightful place between the mattresses. Renee must be very confident of herself, hiding this right where any person could find it.
Chloe had to put this on hold, though. For once in her life, she was going to enjoy this party and the man she arrived there with.
Chloe turned to go back to her room when she heard Lana turn off the shower.
Chloe thought back to the diary. However, when the party was over, she was going to discuss this with Lana, Clark, and Lex. Maybe they would know what to do with it.
Lana stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, looking freshly scrubbed. "Those boys better prepare themselves. Because we are going to look so beautiful, it will blow them away!"
With a small smile, Chloe headed into the bathroom.