Disclaimer: Y do we have to do this? O well. I don't own Smallville. But
Joe is mine!!!
(~~~)-Chloe's thoughts
(###)-Whitney's thoughts
True Love Is Hard To Find
Chapter 4
Time For A Challenge
The next day, Whitney was standing in the schoolyard talking to a bunch of football players.
"Man, why would you break it off with Lana?"
"Why not?"
"Look at her. How could you even ask?"
"Lay off. She's a human being just like the rest of us."
"Sorry. Damn."
Right then Joe, another of the more popular football players, walks up to the group.
### Joe looks really good today--What am I saying? ###
"So seriously, why did you break up with her?"
"It wasn't going anywhere."
"Oh I get it. You weren't getting any so it wasn't worth it anymore."
"If I meant that I'd say it. It wasn't going anywhere. That's all."
### Ok now make up something to cover. ###
He finally tore his eyes from Joe.
"It was getting kinda old. No more challenge."
Joe finally spoke up, his crystal blue eyes glinting mischeviously.
"You want a challenge? I'll find you a challenge."
He looked all around, and then finally stopped and pointed to Chloe, who was standing across the street talking to Pete.
"Her."
"What do you know about her?"
"Chloe Sullivan. Somewhat of a--how should I say it--a liberal. Basically hates all our kind. Stereotypes, discrimination, all that. Writes for the Torch. If you want a real challenge, that's the one to go for."
"I guess I got my work cut out for me then."
### This won't be too bad. She's cute. Not that it matters anyway, you wouldn't be interested either way-- stop it. ###
"You don't stand a chance."
"Watch me."
### I can do this. I have to prove that I can take a real challenge, and--I won't even think about that. ###
"Well go already then."
"Not yet. I have to wait til she's alone."
"Chloe. Hello? Are you even listening?"
Pete's persistence finally jarred her back to reality.
"What?"
He grinned brightly.
"If you're done daydreaming yet, I was going to ask if you ever talked to Clark."
"Talked to him? Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Right. As in, you 'talked?'"
"What exactly are you implying?"
"What exactly were you trying to say that gave me reason to imply anything?"
"Interesting thought. How about you ignore my question and I'll do the same with yours?"
"How about you tell me what happened with Clark before I have to force it out of you?"
"And how exactly would you do that?"
"How exactly would you make me have to do that?"
"Stop it! The counter-questions are getting annoying, I didn't give you reason to imply anything, I'm definitely not making you force anything out of me, and Clark kissed me. Are you done now?"
She walks away quickly. He runs to catch up with her.
"Whoa. Wait a second. He kissed you?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"What happened after?"
"Nothing. He left. There's nothing to tell."
"Are you saying you don't even know where you stand now?"
"Basically."
"How could you not find any resolve or anything from the person you've been insanely in love with almost your whole life without ever breathing a word- and that person just happens to be your best friend in the whole world- telling you they suddenly felt something and then kissing you a matter of hours later? Do you ever think about things at all?"
"I think that's the problem. I think about things way too much."
"Oh ok, that clears up everything for me then. Now I completely understand."
"I'm not asking you to understand! Can't it just be between Clark and me? Please!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now, and I'm still throwing it all around, then with you relentlessly asking questions, it's just too much."
"I know. Maybe you should just talk to him."
"I have to find him first."
"You do? Since when? You really do need to start paying better attention, Chloe."
"What?"
She looks up.
~~~Ok now I really feel stupid. ~~~
"Hi Clark. Umm--Pete, didn't you say you had to do something?"
"No. Oh yeah, that thing. Right. I'll see you guys later."
~~~Was that obvious enough? ~~~
"What did I do last night that was so horrible?"
"What does that mean?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't normally suddenly ask out somebody you've known your whole life-who's supposed to be your best friend-then kiss them, refuse to talk to them afterwards, and take off unless there's really something wrong. So what is it?"
"I don't know. I'm just really mixed up right now."
"You think I'm not?! You don't get any answers from running from it all, Clark!"
"I know that. But--"
"But--"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"No. But what?"
"But nothing. It didn't mean anything. It was just my last pathetic attempt towards further discussion."
At this point, they finally noticed that everyone around them was watching.
"Maybe we should finish this later, when we don't have an audience."
"Good idea."
As they parted ways, Clark started to go inside. Lana caught up with him on his way in.
"Hey."
"Oh, hi Lana."
"What happened?"
"What? Oh you mean with Chloe? I talked to her like you said then things got really messed up and--I really don't want to talk about it. I have to go."
"Ok. I'll see you later?"
"Sure. Later."
"Hi, umm--it's Chloe, right?"
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"Well--I--umm--"
Whitney turned to his friends, who were watching expectantly. Then he turned back to Chloe with a big smile.
"I've been watching you for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you might wanna go out with me sometime."
### There. I said it. ###
She laughed in his face.
"Oh, were you serious?"
"Yeah, I was."
"Oh, that changes everything then."
She was still trying hard not to laugh.
"You will then?"
"Let me think how to say this--no.
She walks away. Whitney turns back to his friends, who the majority of are doubled over laughing, with the exception of Joe, who is staring right back at him grinning.
"Shut up!"
### Joe was right. She's definitely a challenge. But challenge means hard, not impossible. I'll have Chloe Sullivan within a week. I have to. ###
"Chloe, we need to talk."
"Just a second."
"No, we need to talk--NOW."
"Ok, fine. What?"
"About last night--I think with everything happening so suddenly--are you even listening?"
"Sorry, I just have a lot of work to get done."
"What are you writing?"
"Stupid jocks who think they can bet with their friends about who they can and can't 'get' and not be obvious."
"I was wondering what Whitney was talking to you about earlier. Thanks for telling me."
"You know me too well."
She laughs and turns to face Clark finally.
~~~That smile again. ~~~
Clark, I--"
The door opens and Pete walks in.
"Oh, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"
"No."
Chloe took one more quick glance at Clark before turning to her work.
"You're sure, cuz' I can always come back--"
"It's fine. I was just leaving anyway."
Clark started to take a step towards Chloe, then seemed to think better of it and headed out the door.
"So why are you here? You said you didn't have anything to do tonight."
"I was looking for you, and you're almost always here. I wanted to know if you'd gotten any further with Clark, but judging by what I just saw, I'll take that as a negative."
"You're very perceptive."
"What are you working on?"
"Stupid jocks who think they can bet with their friends about who they can and can't 'get' and not be obvious."
"So that's what Whitney wanted with you this morning."
"Am I that predictable?"
"No. Well, yeah, but only to me-and Clark-cuz' we've known you so long. Well, I found out what I came to find out, so I guess I'll go now and let you get back to work. See you later."
"Bye."
As soon as Pete was out the door, Chloe opened what she'd really been writing before Clark came in.
Clark,
I've been thinking a lot more about everything, and I don't think we should make any big thing out of all this. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose that for anything. I'm sorry I'm not telling you this in person; I think you deserve that, and a lot more. But I just can't bring myself to do it.
I have loved you since the day I met you, but I never had the courage to tell you. Then when I finally started to get that courage, you started going crazy over Lana. I was going to tell you after--the other night. But then you refused to talk to me and took off. I didn't know what to make of any of it, I still don't.
I hope we can try to get past this and still be friends. I know things will never be the way they were before, but I value your friendship above all and I don't want to lose that, so let's just forget everything, ok?
Love Always,
Chloe
I don't know if any of you reading this saw it, but my stupid little brother did an incredibly pathetic song fic on here under my name. He thinks his mission in life is to humiliate me, and he knows my writing my writing matters more to me than anything else. I just wanted to make sure at least some people knew I didn't do it. So if you wouldn't mind, how about everybody writes Vince his own special review to show how much we appreciate his pathetic attempts at humor? Thanx.
(~~~)-Chloe's thoughts
(###)-Whitney's thoughts
True Love Is Hard To Find
Chapter 4
Time For A Challenge
The next day, Whitney was standing in the schoolyard talking to a bunch of football players.
"Man, why would you break it off with Lana?"
"Why not?"
"Look at her. How could you even ask?"
"Lay off. She's a human being just like the rest of us."
"Sorry. Damn."
Right then Joe, another of the more popular football players, walks up to the group.
### Joe looks really good today--What am I saying? ###
"So seriously, why did you break up with her?"
"It wasn't going anywhere."
"Oh I get it. You weren't getting any so it wasn't worth it anymore."
"If I meant that I'd say it. It wasn't going anywhere. That's all."
### Ok now make up something to cover. ###
He finally tore his eyes from Joe.
"It was getting kinda old. No more challenge."
Joe finally spoke up, his crystal blue eyes glinting mischeviously.
"You want a challenge? I'll find you a challenge."
He looked all around, and then finally stopped and pointed to Chloe, who was standing across the street talking to Pete.
"Her."
"What do you know about her?"
"Chloe Sullivan. Somewhat of a--how should I say it--a liberal. Basically hates all our kind. Stereotypes, discrimination, all that. Writes for the Torch. If you want a real challenge, that's the one to go for."
"I guess I got my work cut out for me then."
### This won't be too bad. She's cute. Not that it matters anyway, you wouldn't be interested either way-- stop it. ###
"You don't stand a chance."
"Watch me."
### I can do this. I have to prove that I can take a real challenge, and--I won't even think about that. ###
"Well go already then."
"Not yet. I have to wait til she's alone."
"Chloe. Hello? Are you even listening?"
Pete's persistence finally jarred her back to reality.
"What?"
He grinned brightly.
"If you're done daydreaming yet, I was going to ask if you ever talked to Clark."
"Talked to him? Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Right. As in, you 'talked?'"
"What exactly are you implying?"
"What exactly were you trying to say that gave me reason to imply anything?"
"Interesting thought. How about you ignore my question and I'll do the same with yours?"
"How about you tell me what happened with Clark before I have to force it out of you?"
"And how exactly would you do that?"
"How exactly would you make me have to do that?"
"Stop it! The counter-questions are getting annoying, I didn't give you reason to imply anything, I'm definitely not making you force anything out of me, and Clark kissed me. Are you done now?"
She walks away quickly. He runs to catch up with her.
"Whoa. Wait a second. He kissed you?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"What happened after?"
"Nothing. He left. There's nothing to tell."
"Are you saying you don't even know where you stand now?"
"Basically."
"How could you not find any resolve or anything from the person you've been insanely in love with almost your whole life without ever breathing a word- and that person just happens to be your best friend in the whole world- telling you they suddenly felt something and then kissing you a matter of hours later? Do you ever think about things at all?"
"I think that's the problem. I think about things way too much."
"Oh ok, that clears up everything for me then. Now I completely understand."
"I'm not asking you to understand! Can't it just be between Clark and me? Please!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now, and I'm still throwing it all around, then with you relentlessly asking questions, it's just too much."
"I know. Maybe you should just talk to him."
"I have to find him first."
"You do? Since when? You really do need to start paying better attention, Chloe."
"What?"
She looks up.
~~~Ok now I really feel stupid. ~~~
"Hi Clark. Umm--Pete, didn't you say you had to do something?"
"No. Oh yeah, that thing. Right. I'll see you guys later."
~~~Was that obvious enough? ~~~
"What did I do last night that was so horrible?"
"What does that mean?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't normally suddenly ask out somebody you've known your whole life-who's supposed to be your best friend-then kiss them, refuse to talk to them afterwards, and take off unless there's really something wrong. So what is it?"
"I don't know. I'm just really mixed up right now."
"You think I'm not?! You don't get any answers from running from it all, Clark!"
"I know that. But--"
"But--"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"No. But what?"
"But nothing. It didn't mean anything. It was just my last pathetic attempt towards further discussion."
At this point, they finally noticed that everyone around them was watching.
"Maybe we should finish this later, when we don't have an audience."
"Good idea."
As they parted ways, Clark started to go inside. Lana caught up with him on his way in.
"Hey."
"Oh, hi Lana."
"What happened?"
"What? Oh you mean with Chloe? I talked to her like you said then things got really messed up and--I really don't want to talk about it. I have to go."
"Ok. I'll see you later?"
"Sure. Later."
"Hi, umm--it's Chloe, right?"
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"Well--I--umm--"
Whitney turned to his friends, who were watching expectantly. Then he turned back to Chloe with a big smile.
"I've been watching you for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you might wanna go out with me sometime."
### There. I said it. ###
She laughed in his face.
"Oh, were you serious?"
"Yeah, I was."
"Oh, that changes everything then."
She was still trying hard not to laugh.
"You will then?"
"Let me think how to say this--no.
She walks away. Whitney turns back to his friends, who the majority of are doubled over laughing, with the exception of Joe, who is staring right back at him grinning.
"Shut up!"
### Joe was right. She's definitely a challenge. But challenge means hard, not impossible. I'll have Chloe Sullivan within a week. I have to. ###
"Chloe, we need to talk."
"Just a second."
"No, we need to talk--NOW."
"Ok, fine. What?"
"About last night--I think with everything happening so suddenly--are you even listening?"
"Sorry, I just have a lot of work to get done."
"What are you writing?"
"Stupid jocks who think they can bet with their friends about who they can and can't 'get' and not be obvious."
"I was wondering what Whitney was talking to you about earlier. Thanks for telling me."
"You know me too well."
She laughs and turns to face Clark finally.
~~~That smile again. ~~~
Clark, I--"
The door opens and Pete walks in.
"Oh, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"
"No."
Chloe took one more quick glance at Clark before turning to her work.
"You're sure, cuz' I can always come back--"
"It's fine. I was just leaving anyway."
Clark started to take a step towards Chloe, then seemed to think better of it and headed out the door.
"So why are you here? You said you didn't have anything to do tonight."
"I was looking for you, and you're almost always here. I wanted to know if you'd gotten any further with Clark, but judging by what I just saw, I'll take that as a negative."
"You're very perceptive."
"What are you working on?"
"Stupid jocks who think they can bet with their friends about who they can and can't 'get' and not be obvious."
"So that's what Whitney wanted with you this morning."
"Am I that predictable?"
"No. Well, yeah, but only to me-and Clark-cuz' we've known you so long. Well, I found out what I came to find out, so I guess I'll go now and let you get back to work. See you later."
"Bye."
As soon as Pete was out the door, Chloe opened what she'd really been writing before Clark came in.
Clark,
I've been thinking a lot more about everything, and I don't think we should make any big thing out of all this. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose that for anything. I'm sorry I'm not telling you this in person; I think you deserve that, and a lot more. But I just can't bring myself to do it.
I have loved you since the day I met you, but I never had the courage to tell you. Then when I finally started to get that courage, you started going crazy over Lana. I was going to tell you after--the other night. But then you refused to talk to me and took off. I didn't know what to make of any of it, I still don't.
I hope we can try to get past this and still be friends. I know things will never be the way they were before, but I value your friendship above all and I don't want to lose that, so let's just forget everything, ok?
Love Always,
Chloe
I don't know if any of you reading this saw it, but my stupid little brother did an incredibly pathetic song fic on here under my name. He thinks his mission in life is to humiliate me, and he knows my writing my writing matters more to me than anything else. I just wanted to make sure at least some people knew I didn't do it. So if you wouldn't mind, how about everybody writes Vince his own special review to show how much we appreciate his pathetic attempts at humor? Thanx.
