True Love Is Hard To Find

Chapter 9-Conclusion

I'll Never Compare

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Please don't attempt to assassinate me for the ending, there will be a sequel as soon as I have some writing time.

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Lana watched the conversation between Joe and Whitney curiously, and questioned Whitney about it when he walked over to her.

"What's going on with Joe?"

He looked away and quickly said, "Nothing."

"Whitney, I'm not blind," she replied, placing her hand on his arm. "What is it?"

"Well..." He turned to face her. "You know how when, for example, your best friend tells you something really personal that nobody else should know and tell you not to say anything?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Go on."

"Well....I didn't say anything, but Joe misunderstood a conversation I was having with some of the guys, and he thinks I did say something, so now he basically hates me."

"What is it?"

He shook his head. "I swore to Joe I wouldn't say anything, not even to you."

"That serious? Let me talk to him." She smiled. "Sometimes it just takes a woman's touch."

He smiled faintly. "Always works for me."

She kissed him quickly before heading after Joe.

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"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Joe snickered.

"Joe!" Chloe said, pulling away from Clark. "Hi. What are you doing out here?"

"Getting away from that bastard Whitney," he replied.

"Sometimes he is such an idiot."

"Can't argue that," Clark muttered.

Chloe felt her self-doubt rising again.

*Torch editor vs. Homecoming Queen. Where is this going?*

Then Clark reached over and grabbed her hand. She stared at his fingers laced throught hers for what felt like an eternity. When she finally looked up, he flashed that smile again. All her doubts disappeared without a trace.

*Are my eyes burning so bad because I'm gonna cry or is it just the stars in them?*

Lana came running towards them, calling to Joe.

"Joe, I need to talk to you! Whitney--"

She didn't get to finish. She tripped over an upraised tree root. She hit the ground hard. Clark ran over to her, dropping Chloe's hand.

Watching Clark knelt over Lana, lifting her head gently, Chloe felt all the doubts come rushing back over her.

*I should have known I could never get a guy as great as Clark Kent. No matter what, I'll never compare to her in his eyes.*

She walked back to the party, feeling more alone then ever.

FIN

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I know this looks like a very stupid place to end it, especially with it so short, but the whole idea of a sequel is to make a new story without dropping the situation, which means you can change lots of stuff (hehe). And I felt like this was an important place to do that. So don't freak, there will be a sequel. Don't let this reassuring little message cloud your opinion of me, however. I am quite evil, and damn proud of it. Note that there are different kinds of evil; I don't worship Satan or anything like that.