Disclaimer: I feel no need to say I don't own Smallville b/c I know u all know that and won't sue me
A/N: I totally thrive on reviews, no reviews=I don't finish the story k?
When u review I'm totally open to ideas on how things should happen b/c that means I won't be Miss Writers-Block as usual
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CLARK'S POV
It was Wensday, and it was a normal Wensday, I sat at lunch with Chloe and Pete and picked at my food. With my abilities I don't need food to live and I don't eat the cafeteria food if I have a choice. I sat there silently while Pete and Chloe talked about a concert coming up in Smallville.
"OMG! A concert in Smallville? This band must be desperate!" Chloe said
Pete shrugged, "Maybe Metropolis kicked them out b/c they trashed too many hotel rooms?"
"Trashing hotel rooms? I like this band!" Chloe laughed, "Who are they?"
"Um they're called Viewpoint."
"What kinda music do they do?"
"They're sorta No Doubt meets Meredith Brooks." Pete shrugged again.
"Ok cool, maybe I can get an interview for the Torch"
"Maybe." Pete said shoving a forkful of who-knew-what into his mouth. He smiled at Chloe, and she turned to me.
"Why so silent Clark?"
"Just listening to you two." I said
"Why?"
"Because I have nothing to say." I said focusing on my Pepsi and taking a long swig. Chloe seemed satisfied with my answer and resumed talking to Pete about the concert, assuming I was going with them.
I really did have something to say, but it's against the code of Pete and I's friendship to tell the girl the other one likes, that he likes her.
Basically Pete likes Chloe and I really wanna tell her, and shake her and scream in her face that she's crazy not to like him too...but I can't.
Pete's face seemed to light up when Chloe was around, and when she wasn't he was more...down to earth, less cheery but not sullen. When Chloe was around he seemed happier, he laughed and smiled more, based on this fact I knew they were good for each other.
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Pete's POV
It's not like I was listening to what she was saying, I was too busy taking in the way her hair bobs when she talks, or how she picks the lil purple-onion things outta her salad and puts them on a napkin, how she always gets lipstick on her straw, and that she blinks every time she says a word that starts with Y.
I dunno why I notice these things, but knowing them is special to me. I know Chloe will never like me the way I like her, but I can't help but be the way I am. Call it stalking, call it what you will, but I pick up on details about her over the years and treasure them the way Clark likes to spy on Lana with his telescope.
I remember one time, in seventh grade, in the middle of winter, our heater broke, and it was too cold to stay in our house so we all had to stay with friends, and the Sullivans had me stay over. I didn't really know her then, but I started liking her that night and we soon became best friends. She was so cool for a seventh grade girl, we stayed up late watching Indiana Jones movies and she taught me how to make slushis by filling a cup with snow and pouring kool aid powder over the top and stirring it. Those were the good ol' days, before I knew she liked Clark.
"Pete?...Pete? Are you listening to me?...PETE!"
"Whoa! Sorry Chloe, I was just thinking."
"About?"
"Do you still eat slushis made out of snow and koolaid?"
Clark snorted and Pepsi nearly came out of his nose.
"Excuse me Pete?" he laughed.
"OMG! I haven't done that in forever!" Chloe laughed, her face lighting up in rememberance.
"That's nasty." Clark said.
"Only if you use yellow snow," she said playfully. Clark looked confused for a second, then he smiled when he realized what she meant. Chloe smiled back at him.
My heart sank a little bit, it was moments like these, when Chloe's affections for Clark were written so clearly on her face, that hurt the most. Clark's broad smiles did nothing to dissuade her, and I know nothing I do will ever make her turn from him...sometimes I wonder why I bother.
A/N: I totally thrive on reviews, no reviews=I don't finish the story k?
When u review I'm totally open to ideas on how things should happen b/c that means I won't be Miss Writers-Block as usual
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CLARK'S POV
It was Wensday, and it was a normal Wensday, I sat at lunch with Chloe and Pete and picked at my food. With my abilities I don't need food to live and I don't eat the cafeteria food if I have a choice. I sat there silently while Pete and Chloe talked about a concert coming up in Smallville.
"OMG! A concert in Smallville? This band must be desperate!" Chloe said
Pete shrugged, "Maybe Metropolis kicked them out b/c they trashed too many hotel rooms?"
"Trashing hotel rooms? I like this band!" Chloe laughed, "Who are they?"
"Um they're called Viewpoint."
"What kinda music do they do?"
"They're sorta No Doubt meets Meredith Brooks." Pete shrugged again.
"Ok cool, maybe I can get an interview for the Torch"
"Maybe." Pete said shoving a forkful of who-knew-what into his mouth. He smiled at Chloe, and she turned to me.
"Why so silent Clark?"
"Just listening to you two." I said
"Why?"
"Because I have nothing to say." I said focusing on my Pepsi and taking a long swig. Chloe seemed satisfied with my answer and resumed talking to Pete about the concert, assuming I was going with them.
I really did have something to say, but it's against the code of Pete and I's friendship to tell the girl the other one likes, that he likes her.
Basically Pete likes Chloe and I really wanna tell her, and shake her and scream in her face that she's crazy not to like him too...but I can't.
Pete's face seemed to light up when Chloe was around, and when she wasn't he was more...down to earth, less cheery but not sullen. When Chloe was around he seemed happier, he laughed and smiled more, based on this fact I knew they were good for each other.
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Pete's POV
It's not like I was listening to what she was saying, I was too busy taking in the way her hair bobs when she talks, or how she picks the lil purple-onion things outta her salad and puts them on a napkin, how she always gets lipstick on her straw, and that she blinks every time she says a word that starts with Y.
I dunno why I notice these things, but knowing them is special to me. I know Chloe will never like me the way I like her, but I can't help but be the way I am. Call it stalking, call it what you will, but I pick up on details about her over the years and treasure them the way Clark likes to spy on Lana with his telescope.
I remember one time, in seventh grade, in the middle of winter, our heater broke, and it was too cold to stay in our house so we all had to stay with friends, and the Sullivans had me stay over. I didn't really know her then, but I started liking her that night and we soon became best friends. She was so cool for a seventh grade girl, we stayed up late watching Indiana Jones movies and she taught me how to make slushis by filling a cup with snow and pouring kool aid powder over the top and stirring it. Those were the good ol' days, before I knew she liked Clark.
"Pete?...Pete? Are you listening to me?...PETE!"
"Whoa! Sorry Chloe, I was just thinking."
"About?"
"Do you still eat slushis made out of snow and koolaid?"
Clark snorted and Pepsi nearly came out of his nose.
"Excuse me Pete?" he laughed.
"OMG! I haven't done that in forever!" Chloe laughed, her face lighting up in rememberance.
"That's nasty." Clark said.
"Only if you use yellow snow," she said playfully. Clark looked confused for a second, then he smiled when he realized what she meant. Chloe smiled back at him.
My heart sank a little bit, it was moments like these, when Chloe's affections for Clark were written so clearly on her face, that hurt the most. Clark's broad smiles did nothing to dissuade her, and I know nothing I do will ever make her turn from him...sometimes I wonder why I bother.