A/N: Yeah, it's not much. My muse ran away.
But I had tons of fun with the little bit I have! (Jealous Lana is fun...oops, did I let that slip?)
My built-in beta readers took the liberty of becoming a little more so I could fix some of my major problems, so this fanfic has now officially become a group effort, because they then decided they were enjoying it, and we had a hella fun working together.
I was so excited about finally writing a fanfic on my own, too!
Ah, well.
Hope you enjoy it!
And oh yeah, we decided to do the switching POV thing like my sister does so it's not as confusing.
Again, hope you enjoy it!
*Lana*
"Lana. Lana, wake up."
Who was calling to me?
I knew what had been happening. Chloe and I were carrying out our plan to make Chloe's unrequited feelings for Clark...not so unrequited. Everything had been going smoothly, although Chloe now knew how Pete felt about her.
"Damn it, wake up, Lang!"
Who was that?
I was in the Torch office with Clark, and I was certain he was going to kiss me. The mere thought made me shiver with delight. Even if Clark thought he was kissing Chloe, I would be the one feeling those soft, warm lips on...Chloe's.
Just as I decided putting my own feelings aside for those of my friend was a grave mistake, I felt something cold and wet on my face.
I opened my eyes slowly-I hadn't realized they were closed.
I was laying in my own bed, in my room.
And someone was standing over me. I couldn't focus on who it was at first.
"I just had the strangest dream," I murmured, to no one in particular.
The person standing next to my bed leaned forward, and I recognized them at last.
But how could that be? I was...
Then it came flooding back to me. My dream.
The girl standing next to me, empty glass in hand, said, "Well, wake up. Because I can guarantee reality is a lot stranger."
~~~
I almost laughed at the irony as Chloe and I walked down the hall and I saw the look on Clark's face. Talk about déjà vu.
The long skirt and rose-colored blouse jumped out at me when I was looking through my closet, and I really couldn't resist; my own sense of humor dictated it so.
*Clark*
Wow.
Uhh...
*Pete*
I--uh--yeah, ok.
*Chloe*
"Wow, I never knew a person's jaw could open that wide. Does it hurt?" Lana asked Clark. I laughed at the comment, but almost wanted to cry at the same time with the realization that Lana made a very convincing me.
One could only hope she hadn't learned anything from Tina Greer.
Clark blushed and said quickly, "A little, but I'm resilient," and rolled his eyes.
Nice recovery, Clarky.
Clarky?
Did I adopt Lana's brain too? Because as many cute little pet names I've made up and said over and over in my head and wish I had the nerve to call him to his face, I would sure as hell never call him Clarky.
I saw Whitney heading towards us. He came over and put his arm around me as he greeted everyone stiffly. I tried not to tense up under his touch-too much.
Lana didn't say anything when he gave her the once-over, though she looked very upset that he was doing so, knowing she wasn't really her.
I cleared my throat noticably, going for subtlety, and when Lana looked over at me, I mouthed to her, "Remember, you hate him," and gestured towards Whitney.
She nodded a little to show she understood, then glared at him and said, "Got a problem, jockstrap?"
That was just a little insulting.
Sure, it was equally hateful and demeaning to whatever I would have actually said, but I'm just a little more witty than that. What does she take me for?
Then Whitney practically dragged me away down the hall. At the end of the hall, he stopped and turned to face me.
*Please don't kiss me, please don't kiss me,* I prayed.
No such luck.
Eww. Whitney is even more disgusting than I originally thought.
What does she see in him?
*Lana*
That was just a little much to take.
I mean, sure, technically, Whitney didn't actually kiss Chloe, but she was on the receiving end.
Lucky for me Chloe's so bold.
I walked right over and basically pulled them apart, then looped my arm through Chloe's and pulled her away, saying, "Come on, Lana, we have a class to get to."
She smirked. "Chloe, our class doesn't start for, like, a half hour."
I should have smacked that stupid grin right off of her face.
"Like kissing my boyfriend, do you, Lana?" I asked, emphasizing the name.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "No, not really. That was actually pretty disgusting. Do you have gum or mints or something?"
(A/N: Special message from my sister: MMM...minty! (She's nuts.) (I heard that!) (I didn't say it out loud!) (But I still heard it!) See what I mean?)
I pulled open the door to the Torch office and shoved her in ahead of me. "Look, Sullivan. If we're going to pull this off, we're going to need to get some things straight."
But I had tons of fun with the little bit I have! (Jealous Lana is fun...oops, did I let that slip?)
My built-in beta readers took the liberty of becoming a little more so I could fix some of my major problems, so this fanfic has now officially become a group effort, because they then decided they were enjoying it, and we had a hella fun working together.
I was so excited about finally writing a fanfic on my own, too!
Ah, well.
Hope you enjoy it!
And oh yeah, we decided to do the switching POV thing like my sister does so it's not as confusing.
Again, hope you enjoy it!
*Lana*
"Lana. Lana, wake up."
Who was calling to me?
I knew what had been happening. Chloe and I were carrying out our plan to make Chloe's unrequited feelings for Clark...not so unrequited. Everything had been going smoothly, although Chloe now knew how Pete felt about her.
"Damn it, wake up, Lang!"
Who was that?
I was in the Torch office with Clark, and I was certain he was going to kiss me. The mere thought made me shiver with delight. Even if Clark thought he was kissing Chloe, I would be the one feeling those soft, warm lips on...Chloe's.
Just as I decided putting my own feelings aside for those of my friend was a grave mistake, I felt something cold and wet on my face.
I opened my eyes slowly-I hadn't realized they were closed.
I was laying in my own bed, in my room.
And someone was standing over me. I couldn't focus on who it was at first.
"I just had the strangest dream," I murmured, to no one in particular.
The person standing next to my bed leaned forward, and I recognized them at last.
But how could that be? I was...
Then it came flooding back to me. My dream.
The girl standing next to me, empty glass in hand, said, "Well, wake up. Because I can guarantee reality is a lot stranger."
~~~
I almost laughed at the irony as Chloe and I walked down the hall and I saw the look on Clark's face. Talk about déjà vu.
The long skirt and rose-colored blouse jumped out at me when I was looking through my closet, and I really couldn't resist; my own sense of humor dictated it so.
*Clark*
Wow.
Uhh...
*Pete*
I--uh--yeah, ok.
*Chloe*
"Wow, I never knew a person's jaw could open that wide. Does it hurt?" Lana asked Clark. I laughed at the comment, but almost wanted to cry at the same time with the realization that Lana made a very convincing me.
One could only hope she hadn't learned anything from Tina Greer.
Clark blushed and said quickly, "A little, but I'm resilient," and rolled his eyes.
Nice recovery, Clarky.
Clarky?
Did I adopt Lana's brain too? Because as many cute little pet names I've made up and said over and over in my head and wish I had the nerve to call him to his face, I would sure as hell never call him Clarky.
I saw Whitney heading towards us. He came over and put his arm around me as he greeted everyone stiffly. I tried not to tense up under his touch-too much.
Lana didn't say anything when he gave her the once-over, though she looked very upset that he was doing so, knowing she wasn't really her.
I cleared my throat noticably, going for subtlety, and when Lana looked over at me, I mouthed to her, "Remember, you hate him," and gestured towards Whitney.
She nodded a little to show she understood, then glared at him and said, "Got a problem, jockstrap?"
That was just a little insulting.
Sure, it was equally hateful and demeaning to whatever I would have actually said, but I'm just a little more witty than that. What does she take me for?
Then Whitney practically dragged me away down the hall. At the end of the hall, he stopped and turned to face me.
*Please don't kiss me, please don't kiss me,* I prayed.
No such luck.
Eww. Whitney is even more disgusting than I originally thought.
What does she see in him?
*Lana*
That was just a little much to take.
I mean, sure, technically, Whitney didn't actually kiss Chloe, but she was on the receiving end.
Lucky for me Chloe's so bold.
I walked right over and basically pulled them apart, then looped my arm through Chloe's and pulled her away, saying, "Come on, Lana, we have a class to get to."
She smirked. "Chloe, our class doesn't start for, like, a half hour."
I should have smacked that stupid grin right off of her face.
"Like kissing my boyfriend, do you, Lana?" I asked, emphasizing the name.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "No, not really. That was actually pretty disgusting. Do you have gum or mints or something?"
(A/N: Special message from my sister: MMM...minty! (She's nuts.) (I heard that!) (I didn't say it out loud!) (But I still heard it!) See what I mean?)
I pulled open the door to the Torch office and shoved her in ahead of me. "Look, Sullivan. If we're going to pull this off, we're going to need to get some things straight."