A/N: I own nothing yada yada yada. If it seems like Nicole is a real
person, it's because she is. I did this fic just to bug my best friend, so
don't sue me, and it isn't a Mary sue, it's a Nicole!
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sorry I haven't written, it's been a long time I know, I just hope people will keep on reading and reviewing, I love reviews, good bad or ugly and I would love to hear from readers, so do me a favour, review please!
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"Hey Nicole," Clark grinned lazily, handing her a blob of oh-so-fattening cotton candy. Nicole took it without a second thought. Junk food was her first love, and she figured, if they didn't know it by now, they would soon enough. Nicole always gorged herself on chocolate and candy every time she was at a carnival, she had this amazing ability to pack away loads and loads of the most fattening foods and still stay slim and pretty.
"Clark, you must have super powers or something, cotton candy is my favourite snack ever! I love junk food. I'm addicted. Whenever there's a carnival, Mary and me always go, it's the only place I can ever get cotton candy. Once I debated buying a cotton candy maker, but it was too much, so I didn't buy it but Clark, really, thanks, hun." She grinned, pulling a piece of candy into her mouth. She had pet names for everyone, whether it be hun or doll, or babe.
"So how you feeling?" Pete asked, concerned,
"Definitely not a whole hell of a lot better." She stated. Pete just patted her on the back,
"I guess that means Clark and I have to go on more rides without you girls' stunning beauty to keep us company," he said sorrowfully.
"Oh woes betide. I'm sure you can live without us for a few more minutes," Chloe smiled, watching Pete run over to the swings like a little kid.
"I hope you feel better, Nicole, we can go home if you want," Clark said softly.
"And miss out on free cotton candy and making little Miss Lana doubly jealous, god no Clark! What were you thinking?" She joked. Clark laughed, and the sound made her knees go weak. She got that sinking feeling in her stomach, the one from going on roller coasters or spinning rides. She surmised she must still be a little sick.
He ran off to join Pete.
"And I wondered why I wasn't meeting more people?" Nicole stated with a little shake of her head. "And here I thought people just hated Luthors."
Chloe laughed and nodded, leaning back, arms resting on the table, "Don't worry. It's definitely part of it," She smirked, "But, seriously, Luthor or not, if you get on the Pom-Pom Queen's bad side, well, don't expect to be super popular. Tell you the truth; I never could bring myself to truly like Lana. She just bugs me, you know? Just don't expect to be super popular," She repeated.
"Ah well, popularity and I have never been great friends,"
"Join the club." Chloe answered with a grimace.
"Any fees?"
"Not unless you count being left out of every major social event and invisible to every semi-hot to hot guy available." Her gaze drifted over to the rolls that had just sped into the parking lot, and the bald man talking on his cell inside it.
"By hot guy, you don't mean my BALD cousin Lex?"
"Bald can be extremely sexy…" Chloe mumbled, sipping her warm, de-fizzed pop.
"Oh, just stop. Please, do not go on, for the sake of my virgin ears, I am his cousin!"
"Your virgin ears," Chloe asked, untouched by the joke.
"Yes my virgin ears! Hey, it works in Canada!" She explained.
"You are a virgin?" Chloe asked sceptically,
"I sure hope so! I am the abstinence queen! Though of course, there are times…"
"Oh, I know, I know…" Chloe conceded. "Hey, your paramour is strutting his stuff over here! God this is going to be hilarious, I have got to see you in action girl!" She whispered.
Nicole laughed, and stuck another piece of cotton candy into her mouth.
"Hey Nicole," Whitney said, leaning on the side of a carnie stand. He stared appraisingly at Nicole. He might have glanced in Chloe's way once, but he was basically acting as if she was invisible.
"Hey there Whitney!" Chloe announced brightly,
"Cleo." He said, nodding her way in acknowledgement. She stifled a laugh. She and Whitney didn't hang out much, but he knew her name around Clark or even Lana. God, this girl was good.
"So Whitney, what brings you over here?" Nicole asked, playing with her cotton candy like a coquette,
"It's a carnival, and I thought I'd like to win you a stuffed animal," he stated. But Nicole wasn't looking over at Whitney; she was looking at the glaring brunette behind him.
"Whitney? What are you doing?" Lana questioned aghast,
"Why do you care? We aren't going out anymore, and it's none of your business," he said, just a tad rude.
"But that's what I wanted to talk to you about," She purred, rubbing his arm. Nicole saw this coming a mile away. Reaching out her hand, she latched onto Whitney's.
"So Whitney, about that stuffed animal?" She gave him her most alluring smile, and he was almost pulled in.
"But Whitney," Lana purred, running her hand down his chest until it stopped, just inches away from his belt. Nicole saw him gulp, and she knew it was either all or nothing, and so, she figure, why not just jump right in?
"Whitney, you know it's not a stuffed animal I really want," She murmured, pulling him closer, so that he was standing between her legs as she sat on the table top, "it's you," She ran her hands up his strong fore arms and over his biceps. She brushed along his shoulders and put her hands in a hug position around his neck.
"So what do you say?" She said, turning her sexiest smile on full tilt.
In an instant, Lana was forgotten, and there was, was Nicole.
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sorry I haven't written, it's been a long time I know, I just hope people will keep on reading and reviewing, I love reviews, good bad or ugly and I would love to hear from readers, so do me a favour, review please!
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"Hey Nicole," Clark grinned lazily, handing her a blob of oh-so-fattening cotton candy. Nicole took it without a second thought. Junk food was her first love, and she figured, if they didn't know it by now, they would soon enough. Nicole always gorged herself on chocolate and candy every time she was at a carnival, she had this amazing ability to pack away loads and loads of the most fattening foods and still stay slim and pretty.
"Clark, you must have super powers or something, cotton candy is my favourite snack ever! I love junk food. I'm addicted. Whenever there's a carnival, Mary and me always go, it's the only place I can ever get cotton candy. Once I debated buying a cotton candy maker, but it was too much, so I didn't buy it but Clark, really, thanks, hun." She grinned, pulling a piece of candy into her mouth. She had pet names for everyone, whether it be hun or doll, or babe.
"So how you feeling?" Pete asked, concerned,
"Definitely not a whole hell of a lot better." She stated. Pete just patted her on the back,
"I guess that means Clark and I have to go on more rides without you girls' stunning beauty to keep us company," he said sorrowfully.
"Oh woes betide. I'm sure you can live without us for a few more minutes," Chloe smiled, watching Pete run over to the swings like a little kid.
"I hope you feel better, Nicole, we can go home if you want," Clark said softly.
"And miss out on free cotton candy and making little Miss Lana doubly jealous, god no Clark! What were you thinking?" She joked. Clark laughed, and the sound made her knees go weak. She got that sinking feeling in her stomach, the one from going on roller coasters or spinning rides. She surmised she must still be a little sick.
He ran off to join Pete.
"And I wondered why I wasn't meeting more people?" Nicole stated with a little shake of her head. "And here I thought people just hated Luthors."
Chloe laughed and nodded, leaning back, arms resting on the table, "Don't worry. It's definitely part of it," She smirked, "But, seriously, Luthor or not, if you get on the Pom-Pom Queen's bad side, well, don't expect to be super popular. Tell you the truth; I never could bring myself to truly like Lana. She just bugs me, you know? Just don't expect to be super popular," She repeated.
"Ah well, popularity and I have never been great friends,"
"Join the club." Chloe answered with a grimace.
"Any fees?"
"Not unless you count being left out of every major social event and invisible to every semi-hot to hot guy available." Her gaze drifted over to the rolls that had just sped into the parking lot, and the bald man talking on his cell inside it.
"By hot guy, you don't mean my BALD cousin Lex?"
"Bald can be extremely sexy…" Chloe mumbled, sipping her warm, de-fizzed pop.
"Oh, just stop. Please, do not go on, for the sake of my virgin ears, I am his cousin!"
"Your virgin ears," Chloe asked, untouched by the joke.
"Yes my virgin ears! Hey, it works in Canada!" She explained.
"You are a virgin?" Chloe asked sceptically,
"I sure hope so! I am the abstinence queen! Though of course, there are times…"
"Oh, I know, I know…" Chloe conceded. "Hey, your paramour is strutting his stuff over here! God this is going to be hilarious, I have got to see you in action girl!" She whispered.
Nicole laughed, and stuck another piece of cotton candy into her mouth.
"Hey Nicole," Whitney said, leaning on the side of a carnie stand. He stared appraisingly at Nicole. He might have glanced in Chloe's way once, but he was basically acting as if she was invisible.
"Hey there Whitney!" Chloe announced brightly,
"Cleo." He said, nodding her way in acknowledgement. She stifled a laugh. She and Whitney didn't hang out much, but he knew her name around Clark or even Lana. God, this girl was good.
"So Whitney, what brings you over here?" Nicole asked, playing with her cotton candy like a coquette,
"It's a carnival, and I thought I'd like to win you a stuffed animal," he stated. But Nicole wasn't looking over at Whitney; she was looking at the glaring brunette behind him.
"Whitney? What are you doing?" Lana questioned aghast,
"Why do you care? We aren't going out anymore, and it's none of your business," he said, just a tad rude.
"But that's what I wanted to talk to you about," She purred, rubbing his arm. Nicole saw this coming a mile away. Reaching out her hand, she latched onto Whitney's.
"So Whitney, about that stuffed animal?" She gave him her most alluring smile, and he was almost pulled in.
"But Whitney," Lana purred, running her hand down his chest until it stopped, just inches away from his belt. Nicole saw him gulp, and she knew it was either all or nothing, and so, she figure, why not just jump right in?
"Whitney, you know it's not a stuffed animal I really want," She murmured, pulling him closer, so that he was standing between her legs as she sat on the table top, "it's you," She ran her hands up his strong fore arms and over his biceps. She brushed along his shoulders and put her hands in a hug position around his neck.
"So what do you say?" She said, turning her sexiest smile on full tilt.
In an instant, Lana was forgotten, and there was, was Nicole.