I Blame The Coffee
Disclaimer: See part 1
Summary: Never operate heavy machinery or talk to the friend you are obsessively in love with while under the influence of caffeine. There can be life-altering consequences.
Author's Note: This started out as a short story that just popped out of nowhere. Then, people wanted more. Some wanted a continuation of the story, others wanted Clark's point of view. But a few people wanted to know why Pete had to interrupt (okay, so some of that was just that they wanted the kiss, although a few people wanted the waitress to interrupt). And then a plot bunny whispered in my ear "Tell Pete's side of the story. Cause you know he would help Chloe out with Clark if he could. He'd never be mean." So here is Pete's side of the story.
And may the creators of Smallville see this, fall in love with my work and option me to write a script (in which I would give Pete many, many lines, Clark and Chloe would kiss - with her remembering it, and Lex would just be sexy.)
Pete's POV, The Beanery
Late to meet Clark and Chloe for coffee again. Okay, just run in, place my order, dash to the table and hope Chloe is nice with the jokes about tardiness today.
While I'm waiting to be waited on, I look for my friends. Currently, Clark and Chloe are sitting near the back in a booth. They haven't noticed me yet. Probably has something to do with the really intense look Clark has on his face. My guess is Lana trouble. The boy has many patented looks, and this is the Lana trouble look.
Now Chloe, she's...I swear, she's actually vibrating! Bouncing in her seat. On her hands. Why is she sitting on her hands?
"What can I get you?"
Jeez. I shoot a dirty look at the waitress. Did she have to be so loud? And so jarring?
"Um, coffee, black."
Okay, back to the waiting. You would think a cup of black coffee would be quick. Nothing, I repeat nothing, in Smallville is ever quick.
I glance toward Chloe and Clark just in time to see her leap from her side of the table to Clark's side. Well, well, well, what have we here?
The waitress FINALLY brings me my coffee and I'm free to join my friends. As I'm winding my way through the crowd of after school patrons, I get the shock of my life. Chloe and Clark, my two best friends, are centimeters - make that millimeters - away from a serious PDA. They're about to kiss.
Now, if I know Clark, and believe me I do, he's gonna freak out when he realizes what's going on. Maybe during the kiss, maybe after. I don't know which, but either way, Chloe's gonna get hurt.
Now, Clark's my man, my best friend. And I love him like a brother. But (and I'll deny this to my dying day) I love Chloe more. You know, in that whole sisterly, wholesome way. And I know it's up to me to help her save face.
"So, you guys haven't been waiting long for me, have you?"
Chloe's giving me this completely shocked look as I'm sitting down, and I swear Clark is trying to squeeze through the side of the booth. And then Chloe's shock becomes somewhat evil.
And all I can think is "Mommy."
Okay, maybe if I smile at her, she won't hurt me. Uh oh, nope. It's only a matter of time till I die.
Chloe is now grabbing her stuff and running for the door. I throw a "Bye Chloe" after her, which earns me another evil look. I think that one actually burned me. As soon as she's out of sight I turn to Clark, who I think has actually stopped breathing.
"Clark, you okay?"
He blinks really hard and just looks at me for a moment.
"Gotta go," he says, jumping to his feet. And then he's gone too.
Well, this was fun. I manage to keep my two best friends from really hurting each other and yet I'm the one left alone. Figures.
Something catches my eye from across the table. A bent, mangled spoon. I pick it up and study it for a second. You know, I could swear there are finger impressions in the metal.
I play with it for a moment, then slip it into my pocket.
Remind me never to be late again.
End Pete's POV
Disclaimer: See part 1
Summary: Never operate heavy machinery or talk to the friend you are obsessively in love with while under the influence of caffeine. There can be life-altering consequences.
Author's Note: This started out as a short story that just popped out of nowhere. Then, people wanted more. Some wanted a continuation of the story, others wanted Clark's point of view. But a few people wanted to know why Pete had to interrupt (okay, so some of that was just that they wanted the kiss, although a few people wanted the waitress to interrupt). And then a plot bunny whispered in my ear "Tell Pete's side of the story. Cause you know he would help Chloe out with Clark if he could. He'd never be mean." So here is Pete's side of the story.
And may the creators of Smallville see this, fall in love with my work and option me to write a script (in which I would give Pete many, many lines, Clark and Chloe would kiss - with her remembering it, and Lex would just be sexy.)
Pete's POV, The Beanery
Late to meet Clark and Chloe for coffee again. Okay, just run in, place my order, dash to the table and hope Chloe is nice with the jokes about tardiness today.
While I'm waiting to be waited on, I look for my friends. Currently, Clark and Chloe are sitting near the back in a booth. They haven't noticed me yet. Probably has something to do with the really intense look Clark has on his face. My guess is Lana trouble. The boy has many patented looks, and this is the Lana trouble look.
Now Chloe, she's...I swear, she's actually vibrating! Bouncing in her seat. On her hands. Why is she sitting on her hands?
"What can I get you?"
Jeez. I shoot a dirty look at the waitress. Did she have to be so loud? And so jarring?
"Um, coffee, black."
Okay, back to the waiting. You would think a cup of black coffee would be quick. Nothing, I repeat nothing, in Smallville is ever quick.
I glance toward Chloe and Clark just in time to see her leap from her side of the table to Clark's side. Well, well, well, what have we here?
The waitress FINALLY brings me my coffee and I'm free to join my friends. As I'm winding my way through the crowd of after school patrons, I get the shock of my life. Chloe and Clark, my two best friends, are centimeters - make that millimeters - away from a serious PDA. They're about to kiss.
Now, if I know Clark, and believe me I do, he's gonna freak out when he realizes what's going on. Maybe during the kiss, maybe after. I don't know which, but either way, Chloe's gonna get hurt.
Now, Clark's my man, my best friend. And I love him like a brother. But (and I'll deny this to my dying day) I love Chloe more. You know, in that whole sisterly, wholesome way. And I know it's up to me to help her save face.
"So, you guys haven't been waiting long for me, have you?"
Chloe's giving me this completely shocked look as I'm sitting down, and I swear Clark is trying to squeeze through the side of the booth. And then Chloe's shock becomes somewhat evil.
And all I can think is "Mommy."
Okay, maybe if I smile at her, she won't hurt me. Uh oh, nope. It's only a matter of time till I die.
Chloe is now grabbing her stuff and running for the door. I throw a "Bye Chloe" after her, which earns me another evil look. I think that one actually burned me. As soon as she's out of sight I turn to Clark, who I think has actually stopped breathing.
"Clark, you okay?"
He blinks really hard and just looks at me for a moment.
"Gotta go," he says, jumping to his feet. And then he's gone too.
Well, this was fun. I manage to keep my two best friends from really hurting each other and yet I'm the one left alone. Figures.
Something catches my eye from across the table. A bent, mangled spoon. I pick it up and study it for a second. You know, I could swear there are finger impressions in the metal.
I play with it for a moment, then slip it into my pocket.
Remind me never to be late again.
End Pete's POV