Title: Invisible
Disclaimer: See Part One
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Part Two
Chloe trailed behind her friends along the dirt path that lead to her house. "Listen to them," she thought bitterly, "laughing and joking while I am freakin' invisible!"
Chloe was terrified. Her friends couldn't see her, hear her, or even feel her when she touched them. Once they went to her house and realized she wasn't home, they would frantically try to look for her, but what was the use if there was no possible way for them to find her anyway.
"The lights are out," Pete noted as they reached Chloe's house. "It looks like nobody's home."
Chloe sighed.
"Well her dad was leaving tonight for some kind of business trip in Metropolis," Clark told him, "so he'll be gone for two weeks. Chloe probably got bored all alone and went to bed."
"In bed," Chloe thought with a smile, "that would be good. Then maybe this whole ridiculous predicament would be just a nightmare."
"Well let's just check it out," Pete said. "She keeps the spare key under the welcome mat right?"
"Yup," Clark replied.
"I always told dad that was the first place someone would look," Chloe commented, realizing that there was really no need to keep her thoughts to herself since no one could hear her anyway.
"Look Clark," Lana said, pointing to the front door. "There's a note."
"A note?" Chloe said incredulously. "Who put a note on my front door?"
"Read it," Pete said as Clark took it off the door.
"Yeah Clark," Chloe piped in. "Read it."
Clark quickly scanned the note and smiled. Then he read it out loud for the others to hear:
"Hey guys,
Sorry I ran out on you like that. The smells and noise were starting to get to me so I decided to jet.
I guess I am too old for the carnival after all. Sorry if I worried you. Anyway, I decided to go
with my dad to Metropolis, so I'll be back in two weeks. See ya then,
Chloe
"Wait up," Chloe said, "I didn't write that note."
"Well I guess there was nothing to worry about," Clark said.
Chloe stared at Clark in amazement. "Yeah cause I'd really just run off without telling anyone and tag along with my dad on a business trip. You gotta love that manure!" she exclaimed sarcastically.
Pete was less convinced than Clark that they had overreacted. "I don't know Clark," he said skeptically, "Why wouldn't Chloe tell us she was leaving? I mean, I had my cell phone. She could have just called me."
"Thank you Pete," Chloe said patting her friend gratefully on the back, "At least someone here has some common sense."
"I thought you turned off your phone when we got to the carnival," Clark said, "so that your mom couldn't con you into taking your little sister."
Pete smiled. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'll check and see if Chloe left a voicemail."
"Well she didn't," Chloe said sitting down beside Lana on the porch steps.
"One missed call," Pete said. "Hmm, maybe it's from her."
Pete listened to the voicemail and then grinned brightly.
Chloe groaned. "Oh, don't even say it," she said with exasperation.
"It was from Chloe," Pete answered, unaware of Chloe's hand smacking him on the back of the head. "She said she tried to find us, but when she couldn't she just went home and that her dad asked if she wanted to go to Metropolis with him and she said sure."
Chloe laughed. "Not a good sign," she thought. " Hysteria is taking over."
"So I guess Chloe is okay," Pete said, "I mean that note is in her handwriting and that was definitely her voice on my voicemail."
"Leave it to me to find a fortune teller who cannot only make a person invisible," Chloe said with frustration, "but can also forge notes and imitate voices!"
"Well that settles it," Clark said with his characteristic bright smile.
"You know your smile is annoyingly perfect," Chloe said glaring at him, angry that Clark didn't suspect anything was wrong. "It's like, ooh, look at me. I'm so dreamy."
"So you ready to go?" Clark said, flashing that annoying toothy grin at Lana, who of course was unaffected by its awesome power.
"Sure," Lana said, smiling sweetly, graciously accepting Clark's hand as he helped her up off the porch step.
"Oh Lana, do you want me to carry you home so you don't have to get any dirt on your small, perfect feet?" Chloe said mockingly, rolling her eyes at Clark.
Her current predicament had allowed Chloe the freedom to do or say whatever she liked, and despite her fear that she would never return to normal, she was getting a thrill out of this new found freedom.
Pete and Clark walked Lana home and after chatting for a bit, Clark and Pete said their good-byes and went home.
When Clark got home, he popped into the kitchen to let his parents know he was home and grabbed a soda and some of his mom's homemade chocolate chip cookies before heading to his fortress of solitude. What Clark didn't know, however, was that he was not alone.
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"Wow, you actually look at stars with that thing," Chloe remarked as she stepped up to Clark's telescope and peered into it as he sat down on a bushel of hay and sipped his cola. "Who would have guessed that this thing wasn't permanently set on Lana Lang's house?"
Still sipping his soda, Clark walked towards the telescope. Chloe quickly jumped out of the way not sure, and not willing to find out, if people could walk through her in her current state.
Clark redirected the telescope and peered into it.
"Oh, I see I spoke too soon," Chloe said as she recognized the goofy look on Clark's face and realized he must be looking at Lana. "You've become quite the peeping Tom you know that don't you?"
Something Clark saw through the telescope apparently gave him quite a start as he gasped and spilt his soda all over the front of his shirt. As Clark backed away and started to helplessly dry himself off, Chloe peeked in the telescope, curious to see what had got Clark all flustered. Chloe had to chuckle at the sight before her. Dancing around her room in a baby tee and the smallest shorts Chloe had ever seen was Lana Lang in all her glory.
"Aw Clark, what's the matter?" Chloe teased, her back to Clark. "Can't handle seeing your crush without her clothes..." Chloe trailed off as she turned around. Chloe's jaw dropped and her heart beat rapidly as she stood only a couple feet away from Clark, who had taken his soda-soaked red shirt off thinking he was alone.
"Oh dear God," Chloe stuttered, her wide eyes taking in Clark's toned, muscular body, "where have you been hiding that body!"
Unable to control herself, Chloe found herself reaching out to trace her fingers across the contours of Clark's hard body. When Clark shivered and drew in a deep breath, Chloe jumped back in embarrassment.
"Clark?" she whispered, thinking that Clark had been reacting to her touch. "Did you feel that?"
When Clark didn't respond, Chloe sighed and sat down. "It figures," Chloe said bitterly, "my first intimate moment with Clark and I'm the only one who felt it."
Chloe sat for a second glaring at her hands as if it was their fault that Clark couldn't feel her. Chloe looked up after she felt a huge gush of wind ruffle her hair. She looked over at Clark, who now had a shirt on and was happily munching on one of his chocolate chip cookies.
"Well good," Chloe said feeling less awkward now that Clark was again fully clothed. "At least now I won't be tempted to touch your amazing body. If I stay like this too long, I'm going to become a real pervert."
Chloe sighed as she watched Clark munching on his cookie. She giggled as Clark dropped a huge, gooey chocolate chip on his bright blue top, and then smeared it in an attempt to clean it off.
"Blue top," Chloe said with confusion, "you were wearing a red top. What the hell? I look down for one second and then when I look up you have a shirt on that you didn't have before!"
Seeing that the red, soda-soaked shirt was nowhere to be seen, Chloe dismissed the idea that Clark just happened to have an extra shirt in his fortress of solitude and changed when she wasn't looking.
"There's no way you could have gone into the house and changed!" she exclaimed, her mind reeling with possibilities. "I only looked away for a second!"
Chloe regarded Clark closely and suspiciously. "Is there more to you than meets the eye?" Chloe asked Clark, not expecting him to answer. "For someone who can't even make it to the bus on time, you sure got in and out of the house pretty damn fast!"
Dozens of different theories as to how Clark could have got to the house, changed his shirt, and come back in the time it took Chloe to blink. Maybe Clark was on some kind of drugs that made him have super speed, or like practically everyone else in Smallville, including herself, had been affected by the meteorite and could now run super fast. Maybe Clark had discovered a weird portal thing that allows him to transport himself from the barn to the house in the bat of an eye. Or maybe it wasn't Clark at all...maybe it was a clone!
And then Clark tripped, looking sheepishly around to see if anybody had seen him take a tumble.
"It's the same old Clark," Chloe thought with a smirk.
Chloe laughed at Clark's clumsiness and her own overactive imagination. "Being invisible has sure allowed my paranoia to flourish nicely," she chortled.
"Hmm," Chloe said worriedly, "maybe this spell the wacko smiley guy put on me also causes me to lose time. That's all I need, yet another weird side effect from the stupid carnival! The next thing you know I'll have sprouted wings and will be flying all over Smallville!"
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A ray of warm sunlight filtered through Clark's fortress waking Chloe from her peaceful slumber.
"I wonder if this stupid invisibility thing has worn off yet," Chloe said aloud as she got up and stretched, her small body tight and sore from sleeping on the floor of Clark's glorified clubhouse.
She had been tempted to join Clark in bed, but she had made it as far as the barn doors before she realized that it was somewhat unethical for her to take advantage of her present situation.
"Damn my morals!" Chloe thought with a chuckle. "I would have loved to have waken up beside Clark."
Chloe grinned as she heard Clark's familiar voice outside of the barn.
"I'll see you guys later," Clark said.
"Ahh!" Chloe exclaimed, hurrying down the ladder. "Don't leave without me Clark!"
Chloe reached the outside of the barn and was happy to find Clark still there, talking to his parents.
"Where are you going son?" Jonathan asked, his arm slung lovingly around his wife's shoulders.
"Going to the Beanery," Clark replied cheerfully.
"Going to the Beanery," Chloe echoed, looking down in dismay at her hay covered legs and trying in vain to brush them off. "I'd like to go to the Beanery."
When Chloe looked up, however, Clark was gone and she was left standing with Jonathan and Martha Kent who didn't seem to find anything remotely strange about the fact that their son had apparently just vanished.
Chloe shot a weary look at the Kents and walked away.
"Either I'm losing time with this invisibility thing," Chloe commented, drudging along the dirt road towards the Beanery, "or something really weird is going on with Clark."
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Chloe arrived at the Beanery tired and out of breath. She had hurried all the way there, afraid that her newfound tendency to lose time would cause her to lose track of Clark. She was happy to see him sitting with Lex Luthor sipping on a cup of coffee.
There was obvious tension between the two men that Chloe had always thought were good friends. Clark was blathering on about his favorite topic, Lana of course, while Lex seemed utterly disinterested in the subject that, evidently, he usually brought up. Ignoring Clark's lamentations of Lana, Lex was regarding Clark with suspicion and with some sort of ulterior motive expressed clearly on his face.
"Why are you looking at Clark like that?" Chloe asked Lex, regarding him with animosity. "What are you up to Luthor?"
Of course Lex didn't answer. It seems that her friends weren't the only ones who were unable to see her, for Chloe certainly didn't regard Lex as a buddy and he clearly had no idea she was there glaring at him.
"Lex? Are you okay? You seem a little out of it?" Clark asked, concern evident in his stunning eyes.
Chloe shook her head and shot a weary look at Clark. "Wake up Clark!" she exclaimed. "Lex is not worth the concern, he is obviously just as malicious and manipulative as his father. Just look at that suspicious glint in his eyes. He is SO up to something!"
Lex smiled, although Chloe could see that it didn't reach his eyes, and shook his head. "I'm just a little preoccupied," Lex replied vaguely, "some interesting new developments have caused me to reevaluate some things."
"Say what?" Chloe exclaimed, Lex's words making her skin crawl. "How do you manage to make everything you say sound like a threat?"
Clark looked a little uncomfortable for a second, obviously remembering whatever uneasiness that had resulted from the conversation between him and Lex before Chloe had arrived, but then grinned his toothpaste commercial grin.
Chloe smiled back at him. "You know, if I wasn't completely in love with you I'd smack that naïve grin from your pretty face Clark Kent!" she said, unable to believe that Clark would continue to associate with someone who obviously had some ulterior motive concerning him.
"Anyway Clark," Lex said, the earlier hostility out of his voice, "I think I'd better get going. I have some things to do back at Luthor Manor."
Chloe grinned. This was the opportunity she'd been looking for. The chance to figure out the inner-workings of Lex Luthor's undoubtedly twisted mind.
She excitedly hurried out of the door to the coffee shop and anxiously tapped her foot waiting for Lex to come and open his car door. After what seemed like an eternity to Chloe in her excited state, Lex and Clark exited the coffee shop and headed towards Lex's car.
Lex opened the door and turned to Clark, "Can I give you a ride somewhere?" he asked him.
Clark smiled and shook his head. "Thanks anyway Lex," he said, "but I have a few errands to run here in town for my dad."
Without a second thought, Chloe squeezed past Lex as he held his car door open while saying goodbye to Clark and climbed over to the passenger seat and leant back into the soft leather interior.
"Luthor Manor, here I come," Chloe exclaimed giddily as Lex pulled away.
TBC
Disclaimer: See Part One
Feedback: Yes please. Drop me a line: flight_of_fantasy7@hotmail.com
Part Two
Chloe trailed behind her friends along the dirt path that lead to her house. "Listen to them," she thought bitterly, "laughing and joking while I am freakin' invisible!"
Chloe was terrified. Her friends couldn't see her, hear her, or even feel her when she touched them. Once they went to her house and realized she wasn't home, they would frantically try to look for her, but what was the use if there was no possible way for them to find her anyway.
"The lights are out," Pete noted as they reached Chloe's house. "It looks like nobody's home."
Chloe sighed.
"Well her dad was leaving tonight for some kind of business trip in Metropolis," Clark told him, "so he'll be gone for two weeks. Chloe probably got bored all alone and went to bed."
"In bed," Chloe thought with a smile, "that would be good. Then maybe this whole ridiculous predicament would be just a nightmare."
"Well let's just check it out," Pete said. "She keeps the spare key under the welcome mat right?"
"Yup," Clark replied.
"I always told dad that was the first place someone would look," Chloe commented, realizing that there was really no need to keep her thoughts to herself since no one could hear her anyway.
"Look Clark," Lana said, pointing to the front door. "There's a note."
"A note?" Chloe said incredulously. "Who put a note on my front door?"
"Read it," Pete said as Clark took it off the door.
"Yeah Clark," Chloe piped in. "Read it."
Clark quickly scanned the note and smiled. Then he read it out loud for the others to hear:
"Hey guys,
Sorry I ran out on you like that. The smells and noise were starting to get to me so I decided to jet.
I guess I am too old for the carnival after all. Sorry if I worried you. Anyway, I decided to go
with my dad to Metropolis, so I'll be back in two weeks. See ya then,
Chloe
"Wait up," Chloe said, "I didn't write that note."
"Well I guess there was nothing to worry about," Clark said.
Chloe stared at Clark in amazement. "Yeah cause I'd really just run off without telling anyone and tag along with my dad on a business trip. You gotta love that manure!" she exclaimed sarcastically.
Pete was less convinced than Clark that they had overreacted. "I don't know Clark," he said skeptically, "Why wouldn't Chloe tell us she was leaving? I mean, I had my cell phone. She could have just called me."
"Thank you Pete," Chloe said patting her friend gratefully on the back, "At least someone here has some common sense."
"I thought you turned off your phone when we got to the carnival," Clark said, "so that your mom couldn't con you into taking your little sister."
Pete smiled. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'll check and see if Chloe left a voicemail."
"Well she didn't," Chloe said sitting down beside Lana on the porch steps.
"One missed call," Pete said. "Hmm, maybe it's from her."
Pete listened to the voicemail and then grinned brightly.
Chloe groaned. "Oh, don't even say it," she said with exasperation.
"It was from Chloe," Pete answered, unaware of Chloe's hand smacking him on the back of the head. "She said she tried to find us, but when she couldn't she just went home and that her dad asked if she wanted to go to Metropolis with him and she said sure."
Chloe laughed. "Not a good sign," she thought. " Hysteria is taking over."
"So I guess Chloe is okay," Pete said, "I mean that note is in her handwriting and that was definitely her voice on my voicemail."
"Leave it to me to find a fortune teller who cannot only make a person invisible," Chloe said with frustration, "but can also forge notes and imitate voices!"
"Well that settles it," Clark said with his characteristic bright smile.
"You know your smile is annoyingly perfect," Chloe said glaring at him, angry that Clark didn't suspect anything was wrong. "It's like, ooh, look at me. I'm so dreamy."
"So you ready to go?" Clark said, flashing that annoying toothy grin at Lana, who of course was unaffected by its awesome power.
"Sure," Lana said, smiling sweetly, graciously accepting Clark's hand as he helped her up off the porch step.
"Oh Lana, do you want me to carry you home so you don't have to get any dirt on your small, perfect feet?" Chloe said mockingly, rolling her eyes at Clark.
Her current predicament had allowed Chloe the freedom to do or say whatever she liked, and despite her fear that she would never return to normal, she was getting a thrill out of this new found freedom.
Pete and Clark walked Lana home and after chatting for a bit, Clark and Pete said their good-byes and went home.
When Clark got home, he popped into the kitchen to let his parents know he was home and grabbed a soda and some of his mom's homemade chocolate chip cookies before heading to his fortress of solitude. What Clark didn't know, however, was that he was not alone.
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"Wow, you actually look at stars with that thing," Chloe remarked as she stepped up to Clark's telescope and peered into it as he sat down on a bushel of hay and sipped his cola. "Who would have guessed that this thing wasn't permanently set on Lana Lang's house?"
Still sipping his soda, Clark walked towards the telescope. Chloe quickly jumped out of the way not sure, and not willing to find out, if people could walk through her in her current state.
Clark redirected the telescope and peered into it.
"Oh, I see I spoke too soon," Chloe said as she recognized the goofy look on Clark's face and realized he must be looking at Lana. "You've become quite the peeping Tom you know that don't you?"
Something Clark saw through the telescope apparently gave him quite a start as he gasped and spilt his soda all over the front of his shirt. As Clark backed away and started to helplessly dry himself off, Chloe peeked in the telescope, curious to see what had got Clark all flustered. Chloe had to chuckle at the sight before her. Dancing around her room in a baby tee and the smallest shorts Chloe had ever seen was Lana Lang in all her glory.
"Aw Clark, what's the matter?" Chloe teased, her back to Clark. "Can't handle seeing your crush without her clothes..." Chloe trailed off as she turned around. Chloe's jaw dropped and her heart beat rapidly as she stood only a couple feet away from Clark, who had taken his soda-soaked red shirt off thinking he was alone.
"Oh dear God," Chloe stuttered, her wide eyes taking in Clark's toned, muscular body, "where have you been hiding that body!"
Unable to control herself, Chloe found herself reaching out to trace her fingers across the contours of Clark's hard body. When Clark shivered and drew in a deep breath, Chloe jumped back in embarrassment.
"Clark?" she whispered, thinking that Clark had been reacting to her touch. "Did you feel that?"
When Clark didn't respond, Chloe sighed and sat down. "It figures," Chloe said bitterly, "my first intimate moment with Clark and I'm the only one who felt it."
Chloe sat for a second glaring at her hands as if it was their fault that Clark couldn't feel her. Chloe looked up after she felt a huge gush of wind ruffle her hair. She looked over at Clark, who now had a shirt on and was happily munching on one of his chocolate chip cookies.
"Well good," Chloe said feeling less awkward now that Clark was again fully clothed. "At least now I won't be tempted to touch your amazing body. If I stay like this too long, I'm going to become a real pervert."
Chloe sighed as she watched Clark munching on his cookie. She giggled as Clark dropped a huge, gooey chocolate chip on his bright blue top, and then smeared it in an attempt to clean it off.
"Blue top," Chloe said with confusion, "you were wearing a red top. What the hell? I look down for one second and then when I look up you have a shirt on that you didn't have before!"
Seeing that the red, soda-soaked shirt was nowhere to be seen, Chloe dismissed the idea that Clark just happened to have an extra shirt in his fortress of solitude and changed when she wasn't looking.
"There's no way you could have gone into the house and changed!" she exclaimed, her mind reeling with possibilities. "I only looked away for a second!"
Chloe regarded Clark closely and suspiciously. "Is there more to you than meets the eye?" Chloe asked Clark, not expecting him to answer. "For someone who can't even make it to the bus on time, you sure got in and out of the house pretty damn fast!"
Dozens of different theories as to how Clark could have got to the house, changed his shirt, and come back in the time it took Chloe to blink. Maybe Clark was on some kind of drugs that made him have super speed, or like practically everyone else in Smallville, including herself, had been affected by the meteorite and could now run super fast. Maybe Clark had discovered a weird portal thing that allows him to transport himself from the barn to the house in the bat of an eye. Or maybe it wasn't Clark at all...maybe it was a clone!
And then Clark tripped, looking sheepishly around to see if anybody had seen him take a tumble.
"It's the same old Clark," Chloe thought with a smirk.
Chloe laughed at Clark's clumsiness and her own overactive imagination. "Being invisible has sure allowed my paranoia to flourish nicely," she chortled.
"Hmm," Chloe said worriedly, "maybe this spell the wacko smiley guy put on me also causes me to lose time. That's all I need, yet another weird side effect from the stupid carnival! The next thing you know I'll have sprouted wings and will be flying all over Smallville!"
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A ray of warm sunlight filtered through Clark's fortress waking Chloe from her peaceful slumber.
"I wonder if this stupid invisibility thing has worn off yet," Chloe said aloud as she got up and stretched, her small body tight and sore from sleeping on the floor of Clark's glorified clubhouse.
She had been tempted to join Clark in bed, but she had made it as far as the barn doors before she realized that it was somewhat unethical for her to take advantage of her present situation.
"Damn my morals!" Chloe thought with a chuckle. "I would have loved to have waken up beside Clark."
Chloe grinned as she heard Clark's familiar voice outside of the barn.
"I'll see you guys later," Clark said.
"Ahh!" Chloe exclaimed, hurrying down the ladder. "Don't leave without me Clark!"
Chloe reached the outside of the barn and was happy to find Clark still there, talking to his parents.
"Where are you going son?" Jonathan asked, his arm slung lovingly around his wife's shoulders.
"Going to the Beanery," Clark replied cheerfully.
"Going to the Beanery," Chloe echoed, looking down in dismay at her hay covered legs and trying in vain to brush them off. "I'd like to go to the Beanery."
When Chloe looked up, however, Clark was gone and she was left standing with Jonathan and Martha Kent who didn't seem to find anything remotely strange about the fact that their son had apparently just vanished.
Chloe shot a weary look at the Kents and walked away.
"Either I'm losing time with this invisibility thing," Chloe commented, drudging along the dirt road towards the Beanery, "or something really weird is going on with Clark."
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Chloe arrived at the Beanery tired and out of breath. She had hurried all the way there, afraid that her newfound tendency to lose time would cause her to lose track of Clark. She was happy to see him sitting with Lex Luthor sipping on a cup of coffee.
There was obvious tension between the two men that Chloe had always thought were good friends. Clark was blathering on about his favorite topic, Lana of course, while Lex seemed utterly disinterested in the subject that, evidently, he usually brought up. Ignoring Clark's lamentations of Lana, Lex was regarding Clark with suspicion and with some sort of ulterior motive expressed clearly on his face.
"Why are you looking at Clark like that?" Chloe asked Lex, regarding him with animosity. "What are you up to Luthor?"
Of course Lex didn't answer. It seems that her friends weren't the only ones who were unable to see her, for Chloe certainly didn't regard Lex as a buddy and he clearly had no idea she was there glaring at him.
"Lex? Are you okay? You seem a little out of it?" Clark asked, concern evident in his stunning eyes.
Chloe shook her head and shot a weary look at Clark. "Wake up Clark!" she exclaimed. "Lex is not worth the concern, he is obviously just as malicious and manipulative as his father. Just look at that suspicious glint in his eyes. He is SO up to something!"
Lex smiled, although Chloe could see that it didn't reach his eyes, and shook his head. "I'm just a little preoccupied," Lex replied vaguely, "some interesting new developments have caused me to reevaluate some things."
"Say what?" Chloe exclaimed, Lex's words making her skin crawl. "How do you manage to make everything you say sound like a threat?"
Clark looked a little uncomfortable for a second, obviously remembering whatever uneasiness that had resulted from the conversation between him and Lex before Chloe had arrived, but then grinned his toothpaste commercial grin.
Chloe smiled back at him. "You know, if I wasn't completely in love with you I'd smack that naïve grin from your pretty face Clark Kent!" she said, unable to believe that Clark would continue to associate with someone who obviously had some ulterior motive concerning him.
"Anyway Clark," Lex said, the earlier hostility out of his voice, "I think I'd better get going. I have some things to do back at Luthor Manor."
Chloe grinned. This was the opportunity she'd been looking for. The chance to figure out the inner-workings of Lex Luthor's undoubtedly twisted mind.
She excitedly hurried out of the door to the coffee shop and anxiously tapped her foot waiting for Lex to come and open his car door. After what seemed like an eternity to Chloe in her excited state, Lex and Clark exited the coffee shop and headed towards Lex's car.
Lex opened the door and turned to Clark, "Can I give you a ride somewhere?" he asked him.
Clark smiled and shook his head. "Thanks anyway Lex," he said, "but I have a few errands to run here in town for my dad."
Without a second thought, Chloe squeezed past Lex as he held his car door open while saying goodbye to Clark and climbed over to the passenger seat and leant back into the soft leather interior.
"Luthor Manor, here I come," Chloe exclaimed giddily as Lex pulled away.
TBC