That Kent Charm

Summary: This takes place following Metamorphosis. That night, Chloe is at home thinking about Clark again.

"It's amazing how far that Kent charm will get you."

Oh my God. I can't believe I said that. WHY did I say that? I sounded like one of those giggling, airhead cheerleaders mooning over the star jockstrap of the week. So help me, though, he was SO CLOSE! Beautiful, intense eyes were peeking out at me under impossibly long, sexy eyelashes. A mega-watt smile covered his face and those full, perfect lips were just begging to be kissed! I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. Take those lips as mine and tangle my fingers in his silky hair. Give Clark Kent every ounce of my soul in a kiss that would make him forget the pom-pom queen forever. Show him EXACTLY what that Kent charm does to me!

But I don't have the nerve to do that yet, so I guess I'll have to keep dreaming about the day I finally find it and just stick to being Best-Friend-Chloe. Geez, sounds like the newest Mattel doll! 'Just in time for Christmas, Best Friend Chloe...she walks, she talks and she'll fall in love with you...batteries not included...$19.95.'

At least I managed to recover my senses right away and Clark told me about Greg. How freaky was all of that? I just know that the meteor shower is behind all the schizo things that happen out here in Corn Town USA. I've just never been able to get anyone else to believe it, but Clark took me seriously and just look at what we found!

I still don't understand it all, but one thing is for sure - Clark trusted me and let me in this time. Instead of furrowing his adorable little brow and shutting me out like he usually does - this time he opened up to me. He let me in on the secret. Maybe there is hope for me after all.

Then again, as soon as he saw that Lana was in jeopardy, he went racing after her. Would he do the same if it were me Greg had wanted?

I think so. I mean...that's just the way Clark is and one of the reasons why I love him. He'd help anyone, even perfect strangers like when he saved Lex Luthor. But if it had been ME - and not Lana - I don't think he'd have the same LOOK in his eyes as he ran off.

No, I think that look will always be reserved for Lana Lang - the girl of his dreams.

And as for me, I think that's the only time I'll ever get to see that look, because Clark Kent is the man of MY dreams.

And what sweet dreams they are.