I Blame The Coffee
By: Maveness Delight (mavenessdelight@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13 for naughty Chloe thoughts
Spoilers: For Shimmer
Archive: Fine by me, just let me know where.
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: Bad me. Bad, bad me. I'm introducing a new side of Clark Kent. The hormonally crazed side. Even good boys have hormones. And can you catch the emergence of a new power in this last part? Huh? Can you?
Thanks to everyone that critiqued this. I really, really like this whole series and am glad others did too. This is the last one. No more POVs.
Clark POV - On the street outside the Beanery
We week had better get better, cause it certainly can't get worse. I have to say, being a teenager sucks. It really does. All the posturing that guys do, plus crazy hormones, then add in girls, and it all goes haywire.
Right now, I am confused. Very confused. Like I walked into the middle of a play and don't know my lines confused. Girls will do that to you. Oh, why not admit it. Lana will do that to you. Or at least to me.
I just noticed the time. Here I am walking aimlessly down the street, and I'm supposed to be meeting Chloe and Pete for coffee. If I don't hurry, Chloe will have drunk a gallon of coffee by the time I get there. Pete I don't have to worry about. He's always late. But Chloe. Let's just say Chloe and caffeine have a tempestuous love affair that often ends with a third party being the unwitting victim.
Ah, the Beanery. As I'm walking through the door, I catch sight of some poor waitress dumping coffee on a customer. Which brings me full circle back to Lana. And her failed waitressing job, which gives her lots of time to plan things, like blood drives. And then...
"Quarter for your thoughts."
Okay, somehow, in the middle of all my thoughts of Lana, I made it over to the booth where Chloe is sitting. She caught me by surprise there.
"What, the going rate on thoughts changed?"
"Inflation."
"Ah, well...it's just..." To tell her or not to tell her, that is the question. Rely on Chloe for moral support or spill my guts and supply fuel to the Clark's-crush-on-Lana fire. Ah, the delimma.
"Okay, I'm going to tell you, but you have to keep it a secret."
I give her a stern look in the hopes that it will convey the seriousness of the situation. Maybe I should make her take a blood oath to not tease me. Wait, is she even paying attention?
Chloe is just snapped to and said, "Yeah, yeah, secret. Got it. Now talk."
"Okay, well, the other night when I went over to Lana's to work on the blood drive, something happened."
Deep breath for the next part.
"I'm not going to be an aunt am I?"
Huh? What is she...oh! It hit me like a ton of bricks. Sex. With Lana. Lana naked. Thoughts I quickly shied away from, but which led to other thoughts of other naked people. Like Chloe.
I slam a mental door on that imagery. With Victoria Hardwick as my only contact with a naked female, the image of Chloe had some definite...attributes. My face feels like it's on fire. Okay, think sisterly thoughts. Friendly, innocuous, chummy, Chloe thoughts.
Of course then she raises an eyebrow at me like she knows what I was thinking.
"Chloe!"
I focus my best glare on her. What's with her today? I've barely started my story and she's already riding my case.
And did she just sit on her hands?!?
Shake it off Clark, just keep on talking.
"Lana and I were on her porch talking. You know, about stuff in general, and, I don't know, we were shoulder to shoulder, and things got really intense."
"Hell no!"
What? Did someone replace Chloe with an alien? Strike that. Make that a really weird clone. Or something.
"Um, I just saw Kim Veederman and David Mann making out in front of the hardware store."
Yep, really weird clone. Who is irritating at this moment. Can't I get through one story without being interrupted?
"Anyway," I grit out. "We were talking, and we started leaning toward each other and...Chloe, I swear, we were about to kiss, and Nell came out."
A whole sentence. The second to most important sentence that will be said in this entire conversation. I can practically see the sarcastic comment forming in her brain before it comes out.
"Wow Clark! So, what happened? Did Nell go back in and Lana jump you, or did she run screaming, or, Oh! I've got it! The two of you made a pact never to speak of your illicit love again. No, wait. Nell chased you across the yard with a baseball bat - no, better a pom-pom!"
I'm taking Chloe to Coffeeaholics Anonymous tomorrow. We'll have an intervention. Something. Because this is ridiculous. My god, she almost swiped the table clean she was gesturing so hard.
"Planning on letting me finish anytime soon?"
"Yep, okay, you talk. I'll listen. No more interrupting. I'll zip it. Not say a word. Okay, I'm shutting up now."
She doesn't even look sheepish. Just hyper. And bouncy. Nice shirt. Okay, it's official. I have gone insane, right along with Chloe. I did not just ogle one of my friends. I better finish my story before I do something I'll regret.
"We actually just sort of made plans to watch the sunset from the loft. But when Lana came over, I just couldn't do it. I was prepared to make my move, but I couldn't butt in while she and Whitney are still together. So now, not only are Lana and I still just friends, but she sort of knows how I feel."
By the time I've finished, I'm back to being upset about Lana and away from naughty Chloe thoughts. Well, mostly.
And Chloe just slid in beside me. I didn't even see her get up. Who has the superspeed? But now she's sitting beside me with her arm around my shoulder, squeezing me and grinning like an idiot.
I raise an eyebrow in question. "What was that for?"
And of course her response is to point to her mouth. Oh yeah, she shut up. She's not talking. But her mouth is...
And right then my thoughts go back to naughty Chloe territory. I try tearing my eyes from her mouth. And catch the look in her eyes, which seems to be mirroring my own. Which makes me look again at her lips. I bite my lip, trying to bring myself back to reality.
This is nothing like when Lana and I almost kissed. That was a buzz. This is a full-on adrenaline rush. I can't help it. I grab what feels like a spoon so I don't grab Chloe.
I swear, I can hear her heart beating. And I can feel her breath on my face.
And then she licks her lips. I can't help it. My gasp probably was heard by the old man who always sits at the counter. Who cares. I'm about 5 seconds away from making out with Chloe in the high school's afternoon hotspot.
"So, you guys haven't been waiting long for me, have you?"
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I think I cracked the wall when I hit it. Pete is now sitting across from us, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I grab a napkin and start shredding so I won't reach over and punch him. Putting your friend in a coma is not a good thing.
I think Chloe just growled. Sexy. I have got to stop thinking like this! I mean, it's Chloe! One of my best friends since 7th grade. She's a buddy. A friend. Who would probably freak out if she knew the thoughts going through my head. We're friends. Friends don't have these kinds of thoughts about other friends.
"Clark, you okay?"
Okay, Chloe's gone and Pete looks worried. This is not the best place to do serious soul-searching, or more importantly, serious repression.
"Gotta go."
And I'm outta here. This is just...too much. I mean...Chloe. I just can't deal with this. It's too much. Way too much. I'll concentrate on Lana instead. Nice, safe Lana. I'll pretend that what almost happened with Chloe didn't. Denial is a great state to live in. Now if only I didn't have to go to school tomorrow.
THE END
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For anyone who wishes to know what happened to the spoon, or wants a sequel, I suggest reading "World's Finest" by ibenlaw. It can be found at www.kryptonsite.com on the Message Boards, under fanfiction. It is currently a work in progress. He is carrying on the saga of the spoon.
By: Maveness Delight (mavenessdelight@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13 for naughty Chloe thoughts
Spoilers: For Shimmer
Archive: Fine by me, just let me know where.
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: Bad me. Bad, bad me. I'm introducing a new side of Clark Kent. The hormonally crazed side. Even good boys have hormones. And can you catch the emergence of a new power in this last part? Huh? Can you?
Thanks to everyone that critiqued this. I really, really like this whole series and am glad others did too. This is the last one. No more POVs.
Clark POV - On the street outside the Beanery
We week had better get better, cause it certainly can't get worse. I have to say, being a teenager sucks. It really does. All the posturing that guys do, plus crazy hormones, then add in girls, and it all goes haywire.
Right now, I am confused. Very confused. Like I walked into the middle of a play and don't know my lines confused. Girls will do that to you. Oh, why not admit it. Lana will do that to you. Or at least to me.
I just noticed the time. Here I am walking aimlessly down the street, and I'm supposed to be meeting Chloe and Pete for coffee. If I don't hurry, Chloe will have drunk a gallon of coffee by the time I get there. Pete I don't have to worry about. He's always late. But Chloe. Let's just say Chloe and caffeine have a tempestuous love affair that often ends with a third party being the unwitting victim.
Ah, the Beanery. As I'm walking through the door, I catch sight of some poor waitress dumping coffee on a customer. Which brings me full circle back to Lana. And her failed waitressing job, which gives her lots of time to plan things, like blood drives. And then...
"Quarter for your thoughts."
Okay, somehow, in the middle of all my thoughts of Lana, I made it over to the booth where Chloe is sitting. She caught me by surprise there.
"What, the going rate on thoughts changed?"
"Inflation."
"Ah, well...it's just..." To tell her or not to tell her, that is the question. Rely on Chloe for moral support or spill my guts and supply fuel to the Clark's-crush-on-Lana fire. Ah, the delimma.
"Okay, I'm going to tell you, but you have to keep it a secret."
I give her a stern look in the hopes that it will convey the seriousness of the situation. Maybe I should make her take a blood oath to not tease me. Wait, is she even paying attention?
Chloe is just snapped to and said, "Yeah, yeah, secret. Got it. Now talk."
"Okay, well, the other night when I went over to Lana's to work on the blood drive, something happened."
Deep breath for the next part.
"I'm not going to be an aunt am I?"
Huh? What is she...oh! It hit me like a ton of bricks. Sex. With Lana. Lana naked. Thoughts I quickly shied away from, but which led to other thoughts of other naked people. Like Chloe.
I slam a mental door on that imagery. With Victoria Hardwick as my only contact with a naked female, the image of Chloe had some definite...attributes. My face feels like it's on fire. Okay, think sisterly thoughts. Friendly, innocuous, chummy, Chloe thoughts.
Of course then she raises an eyebrow at me like she knows what I was thinking.
"Chloe!"
I focus my best glare on her. What's with her today? I've barely started my story and she's already riding my case.
And did she just sit on her hands?!?
Shake it off Clark, just keep on talking.
"Lana and I were on her porch talking. You know, about stuff in general, and, I don't know, we were shoulder to shoulder, and things got really intense."
"Hell no!"
What? Did someone replace Chloe with an alien? Strike that. Make that a really weird clone. Or something.
"Um, I just saw Kim Veederman and David Mann making out in front of the hardware store."
Yep, really weird clone. Who is irritating at this moment. Can't I get through one story without being interrupted?
"Anyway," I grit out. "We were talking, and we started leaning toward each other and...Chloe, I swear, we were about to kiss, and Nell came out."
A whole sentence. The second to most important sentence that will be said in this entire conversation. I can practically see the sarcastic comment forming in her brain before it comes out.
"Wow Clark! So, what happened? Did Nell go back in and Lana jump you, or did she run screaming, or, Oh! I've got it! The two of you made a pact never to speak of your illicit love again. No, wait. Nell chased you across the yard with a baseball bat - no, better a pom-pom!"
I'm taking Chloe to Coffeeaholics Anonymous tomorrow. We'll have an intervention. Something. Because this is ridiculous. My god, she almost swiped the table clean she was gesturing so hard.
"Planning on letting me finish anytime soon?"
"Yep, okay, you talk. I'll listen. No more interrupting. I'll zip it. Not say a word. Okay, I'm shutting up now."
She doesn't even look sheepish. Just hyper. And bouncy. Nice shirt. Okay, it's official. I have gone insane, right along with Chloe. I did not just ogle one of my friends. I better finish my story before I do something I'll regret.
"We actually just sort of made plans to watch the sunset from the loft. But when Lana came over, I just couldn't do it. I was prepared to make my move, but I couldn't butt in while she and Whitney are still together. So now, not only are Lana and I still just friends, but she sort of knows how I feel."
By the time I've finished, I'm back to being upset about Lana and away from naughty Chloe thoughts. Well, mostly.
And Chloe just slid in beside me. I didn't even see her get up. Who has the superspeed? But now she's sitting beside me with her arm around my shoulder, squeezing me and grinning like an idiot.
I raise an eyebrow in question. "What was that for?"
And of course her response is to point to her mouth. Oh yeah, she shut up. She's not talking. But her mouth is...
And right then my thoughts go back to naughty Chloe territory. I try tearing my eyes from her mouth. And catch the look in her eyes, which seems to be mirroring my own. Which makes me look again at her lips. I bite my lip, trying to bring myself back to reality.
This is nothing like when Lana and I almost kissed. That was a buzz. This is a full-on adrenaline rush. I can't help it. I grab what feels like a spoon so I don't grab Chloe.
I swear, I can hear her heart beating. And I can feel her breath on my face.
And then she licks her lips. I can't help it. My gasp probably was heard by the old man who always sits at the counter. Who cares. I'm about 5 seconds away from making out with Chloe in the high school's afternoon hotspot.
"So, you guys haven't been waiting long for me, have you?"
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I think I cracked the wall when I hit it. Pete is now sitting across from us, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I grab a napkin and start shredding so I won't reach over and punch him. Putting your friend in a coma is not a good thing.
I think Chloe just growled. Sexy. I have got to stop thinking like this! I mean, it's Chloe! One of my best friends since 7th grade. She's a buddy. A friend. Who would probably freak out if she knew the thoughts going through my head. We're friends. Friends don't have these kinds of thoughts about other friends.
"Clark, you okay?"
Okay, Chloe's gone and Pete looks worried. This is not the best place to do serious soul-searching, or more importantly, serious repression.
"Gotta go."
And I'm outta here. This is just...too much. I mean...Chloe. I just can't deal with this. It's too much. Way too much. I'll concentrate on Lana instead. Nice, safe Lana. I'll pretend that what almost happened with Chloe didn't. Denial is a great state to live in. Now if only I didn't have to go to school tomorrow.
THE END
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For anyone who wishes to know what happened to the spoon, or wants a sequel, I suggest reading "World's Finest" by ibenlaw. It can be found at www.kryptonsite.com on the Message Boards, under fanfiction. It is currently a work in progress. He is carrying on the saga of the spoon.