Overreacting
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I don't own any characters, actors, storylines,.supermen,.damn.*
*I am not to sure where I am taking this.I making it up as I go*
*If there is a . just in the middle of a sentence it should be a . . . , I have tried to fix this, but "there is work to be done"*
Clarks' p.o.v.
I wasn't there.
I wasn't there when she needed me.
She could have died today.because I wasn't there.
I had seen Lana, so I started walking over to talk to her. I looked back at Chloe to show her where I was going, and then she wasn't there anymore.
That scared me; the idea of not being there to save Chloe or just the idea of Chloe being hurt. I not sure which scared me more, but both combined was not a good way to start off a Friday afternoon.
****
Chloe's p.o.v.
I should have brought a jacket.
I should asked for a ride actually.I think it's about a mile and a quarter to Clark's farm, even though we are the nearest family to them.
What else was I not supposed to do while I had my concussion?
"NO exercise."
I should just tattoo "damsel in distress" to my forehead. Not that I didn't like being saved, but I hate feeling this weak. I am not a feminist or anything.but I am all for stuff like "Army Barbie." (Now my little sister and brother can play happily together, even though their games lack an urge for world peace.)
I continued to walk down the road.
I should have brought a flashlight.
There weren't any lights on this road.it was a dirt road about a month ago. The sky still looked like it could rain any minute. Rain mixed that cold wind that blew right in your face.what a happy day.
Suddenly it hit me.
What exactly was I going to tell Clark?
"I got this creepy phone call that scared the hell out of me and I figured that if you held me for a while I wouldn't feel so bad?"
All the other times I needed him, he had just showed up. He knew what was going on probably before I did. I have never ran to him before.
"Oh my buff, hot friend, please save me from.a prank caller!"
How stupid was I being? It was probably just someone who didn't like the paper or the editor of the paper and managed to get my number. Practically everyone had seen me fall.
'Note to self: concussions make you overreact'
I was too close to Clark's now.but now I needed a cover-up story.
"I just wanted to hang out."
Usually when I "hung out" it was with Clark and Pete but.ah-ha!
I remember that Pete has a date tonight.
Clark and I would probably just watch TV or something.it was past dinner time but we could always have some ice cream or something else sweet.
He would most likely be a little suspicious.but hopefully I could pull off that nothing is wrong.
****
I was pretty tired by the time I actual got to the door. I grabbed my upper legs and took a few deep breaths. The concept of ringing the doorbell meant reaching out my arm and pushing the little glowing circle.
I was more than pretty tired. I was.near another state of unconsciousness. I leaned against the wall with my left hand and pushed the evil circle with my index finger. I waiting what seemed like less than a second before the door opened.
There he was. He was in a gray T-shirt and plaid boxes. Yup. There he was.
"Chloe." He seemed a little a surprised, but he still had the little smile on his face.
"Hey Clark." I managed to squeak out.
"Everything OK?" His smile hide itself for long enough for his eyes to show concern.
"Yeah, I just thought we could.hang out?"
"Come on in." He motioned for me to follow behind him.
We both sat on the couch in front of the already blaring TV. Some funny show was on.three jokes had already been made since we had walked off the door to the couch. As we were both laughing, I remembered something that had happened before.
"Do you remember in third grade.when Pete had a crush on Ms. Jenny?" I said trying not to burst out laughing.
He made that cute confused expression of his; when he looked up with his head slightly turned.
"Enlighten me." he responded.
"Ms. Jenny was our teacher helper; I think she was just taking a year off in between high school and college. He would always stare at her without even realizing it. Then that one day."
Within minutes, I had Clark and I laughing till we could barely breathe. After that, we started making fun of infomercials.it was that late; infomercials was all that was on.
The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in Clark's arms.I wasn't sure whether or not I was dreaming.
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I don't own any characters, actors, storylines,.supermen,.damn.*
*I am not to sure where I am taking this.I making it up as I go*
*If there is a . just in the middle of a sentence it should be a . . . , I have tried to fix this, but "there is work to be done"*
Clarks' p.o.v.
I wasn't there.
I wasn't there when she needed me.
She could have died today.because I wasn't there.
I had seen Lana, so I started walking over to talk to her. I looked back at Chloe to show her where I was going, and then she wasn't there anymore.
That scared me; the idea of not being there to save Chloe or just the idea of Chloe being hurt. I not sure which scared me more, but both combined was not a good way to start off a Friday afternoon.
****
Chloe's p.o.v.
I should have brought a jacket.
I should asked for a ride actually.I think it's about a mile and a quarter to Clark's farm, even though we are the nearest family to them.
What else was I not supposed to do while I had my concussion?
"NO exercise."
I should just tattoo "damsel in distress" to my forehead. Not that I didn't like being saved, but I hate feeling this weak. I am not a feminist or anything.but I am all for stuff like "Army Barbie." (Now my little sister and brother can play happily together, even though their games lack an urge for world peace.)
I continued to walk down the road.
I should have brought a flashlight.
There weren't any lights on this road.it was a dirt road about a month ago. The sky still looked like it could rain any minute. Rain mixed that cold wind that blew right in your face.what a happy day.
Suddenly it hit me.
What exactly was I going to tell Clark?
"I got this creepy phone call that scared the hell out of me and I figured that if you held me for a while I wouldn't feel so bad?"
All the other times I needed him, he had just showed up. He knew what was going on probably before I did. I have never ran to him before.
"Oh my buff, hot friend, please save me from.a prank caller!"
How stupid was I being? It was probably just someone who didn't like the paper or the editor of the paper and managed to get my number. Practically everyone had seen me fall.
'Note to self: concussions make you overreact'
I was too close to Clark's now.but now I needed a cover-up story.
"I just wanted to hang out."
Usually when I "hung out" it was with Clark and Pete but.ah-ha!
I remember that Pete has a date tonight.
Clark and I would probably just watch TV or something.it was past dinner time but we could always have some ice cream or something else sweet.
He would most likely be a little suspicious.but hopefully I could pull off that nothing is wrong.
****
I was pretty tired by the time I actual got to the door. I grabbed my upper legs and took a few deep breaths. The concept of ringing the doorbell meant reaching out my arm and pushing the little glowing circle.
I was more than pretty tired. I was.near another state of unconsciousness. I leaned against the wall with my left hand and pushed the evil circle with my index finger. I waiting what seemed like less than a second before the door opened.
There he was. He was in a gray T-shirt and plaid boxes. Yup. There he was.
"Chloe." He seemed a little a surprised, but he still had the little smile on his face.
"Hey Clark." I managed to squeak out.
"Everything OK?" His smile hide itself for long enough for his eyes to show concern.
"Yeah, I just thought we could.hang out?"
"Come on in." He motioned for me to follow behind him.
We both sat on the couch in front of the already blaring TV. Some funny show was on.three jokes had already been made since we had walked off the door to the couch. As we were both laughing, I remembered something that had happened before.
"Do you remember in third grade.when Pete had a crush on Ms. Jenny?" I said trying not to burst out laughing.
He made that cute confused expression of his; when he looked up with his head slightly turned.
"Enlighten me." he responded.
"Ms. Jenny was our teacher helper; I think she was just taking a year off in between high school and college. He would always stare at her without even realizing it. Then that one day."
Within minutes, I had Clark and I laughing till we could barely breathe. After that, we started making fun of infomercials.it was that late; infomercials was all that was on.
The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in Clark's arms.I wasn't sure whether or not I was dreaming.