All Along
Chapter 4 - - Escape
Pairing: eventually Clark/Chloe (but first some angst & some obstacles)
Author's Note: Thanks you for all your reviews. I'm so glad that you guys recieved James Marsden as Adam Gellar as Clark's competition so well, but it's just for a little while. I have to keep C/C apart for a while longer while I set up Clark's tranforming feelings. But don't worry I'll give you moments to tide you over along the way. Here goes:
Clark stood idle outside the Torch Office hoping he'd get a chance to talk to Chloe. He scanned the halls, searching for the ever familiar petite frame of her body, outrageous clothes, bouncing blone hair, and wide smile. Clark had not spoken to her at all in three whole days. 72 hours. 4320 minutes. 259200 seconds. And counting. He had not actually seen her around since that Saturday when she informed him that she couldn't go to the dance. And that was pretty bad considering the size of Smallville. Hence the name of the town.
It was not like he didn't try to get a hold of her. He had left Chloe's private line exactly 12 messages. All of which failed to emit a reply or a call back. He began to worry and called Pete who wasn't worrying at all. Finally, on Sunday, he called her father knowing he would be unable to fall asleep without knowing for sure she was okay. Chloe had been in danger too many times before for Clark's comfort. Gabe reassured Clark that Chloe was safe, but all he needed was to see her and talk to her. So he could know for himself.
Chloe's melodic laugh rang in his ears as she rounded the corner at the end of the long hall. And Clark could feel his mood pick up. There was something about her that always did that to him. She was laughing with Pete when they reached her locker and she proceded to take out some books.
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"So what's going on with you?" Pete asked, the mood between Chloe and Pete suddenly turning serious. "What do you mean? There is nothing going on with me." Chloe laughed unconvincingly, out of the corner of her eye she watched Clark and Pete's eyes followed. "Sure....now, tell me the actual truth. You have been dreaming of going out with Clark since you first moved here, what's the deal?"
"Look Pete," Chloe breathed a long exasperated sigh. "I'm just tired of it all, ok? I'm tired of feeling second best...if I went to the dance with Clark I would end up hating it." Pete gave her that look that told her he knew she had more.
"Alright, alright...." she exclaimed in surrender throwing up her arms. "I know that Clark asked Lana at the Talon. It was Friday night and -" Pete finished off her sentence and nodded sympathetically. "Your dad always picks you up in town because you hate being alone in the house by yourself and he works late..."
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Chloe," "I know, Pete....as much as I wanted to be angry...I had no one to blame but myself. So I figured I'd save myself the humiliation and break the date with a little pride left over."
"Don't look now but here he comes..."
Chloe hurriedly gathered her things. "I have to go....I can't face him just yet, Pete. I have to go..." She repeated before speeding down the hall in the opposite direction.
"Where is she going?" Clark watched as Chloe's body slowly escaped his view as she got further away. "I think maybe it's a good idea for us to give her a little space Clark,"
"Why did she say something to you?"
"No...I just think we could give her some time to herself...she deserves it." Pete said nonchalantly. "We take up too much of her energy sometimes..."
Clark reluctantly dropped the subject and began to walk with Pete. "I think she's avoiding me..." "You're overreacting..." Pete scoffed trying to sound convincing. "It's no big deal,"
"I guess your right," Clark replied with hands stuffed inside his pockets and a slump in his shoulder.
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After school Clark offered to walk with Pete home, knowing very well that Chloe's home would be on the way to his house using that winding dirt road. He didn't know where the sudden melancholy was stemming from...but he knew that talking with Chloe always made him feel better. Stopping in front of her curb, Clark looked up at the large country house with blue exterior and white washed patio.
Little brick stepping stones led out onto a little garden in her backyard from the front. And a white porch swing swayed by her doorway. Clark thought of pre-adolescence. Tree houses. Group sleepovers. Basically, life before high school. Before all the complications.
Her car was there. An old dark blue car with the paint chipping off. She was home. She couldn't escape him now.... and he was almost desperate to see her. Using his x-ray vision, Clark peered through the exterior of the house and into the inside.
Curled up on the sofa in her living room, she was fast asleep against the cushions. A colorful knit blanket half-draped over her body. The vision of her caused a smile to tug at his lips. She looked so peaceful. So angelic. So pretty.
The last thought caused Clark to shake abruptly from his thoughts. Pretty? When did he start thinking of Chloe as pretty? Well...ok...he HAD eyes. But pretty? Pretty is not a word you use to describe your best friend. Would he call Pete pretty? Definately NOT!
Starting the tread back to the Kent Farm, Clark concluded he was thinking WAY too much about all of this. Pete was right, maybe Chloe just needed some alone time. Pete and Clark often did take up a lot of her energy. He was just missing her...
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FEEDBACK!!! I love to hear from you! Don't disappointment me! Haven't I been good to you??; )
Chapter 4 - - Escape
Pairing: eventually Clark/Chloe (but first some angst & some obstacles)
Author's Note: Thanks you for all your reviews. I'm so glad that you guys recieved James Marsden as Adam Gellar as Clark's competition so well, but it's just for a little while. I have to keep C/C apart for a while longer while I set up Clark's tranforming feelings. But don't worry I'll give you moments to tide you over along the way. Here goes:
Clark stood idle outside the Torch Office hoping he'd get a chance to talk to Chloe. He scanned the halls, searching for the ever familiar petite frame of her body, outrageous clothes, bouncing blone hair, and wide smile. Clark had not spoken to her at all in three whole days. 72 hours. 4320 minutes. 259200 seconds. And counting. He had not actually seen her around since that Saturday when she informed him that she couldn't go to the dance. And that was pretty bad considering the size of Smallville. Hence the name of the town.
It was not like he didn't try to get a hold of her. He had left Chloe's private line exactly 12 messages. All of which failed to emit a reply or a call back. He began to worry and called Pete who wasn't worrying at all. Finally, on Sunday, he called her father knowing he would be unable to fall asleep without knowing for sure she was okay. Chloe had been in danger too many times before for Clark's comfort. Gabe reassured Clark that Chloe was safe, but all he needed was to see her and talk to her. So he could know for himself.
Chloe's melodic laugh rang in his ears as she rounded the corner at the end of the long hall. And Clark could feel his mood pick up. There was something about her that always did that to him. She was laughing with Pete when they reached her locker and she proceded to take out some books.
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"So what's going on with you?" Pete asked, the mood between Chloe and Pete suddenly turning serious. "What do you mean? There is nothing going on with me." Chloe laughed unconvincingly, out of the corner of her eye she watched Clark and Pete's eyes followed. "Sure....now, tell me the actual truth. You have been dreaming of going out with Clark since you first moved here, what's the deal?"
"Look Pete," Chloe breathed a long exasperated sigh. "I'm just tired of it all, ok? I'm tired of feeling second best...if I went to the dance with Clark I would end up hating it." Pete gave her that look that told her he knew she had more.
"Alright, alright...." she exclaimed in surrender throwing up her arms. "I know that Clark asked Lana at the Talon. It was Friday night and -" Pete finished off her sentence and nodded sympathetically. "Your dad always picks you up in town because you hate being alone in the house by yourself and he works late..."
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Chloe," "I know, Pete....as much as I wanted to be angry...I had no one to blame but myself. So I figured I'd save myself the humiliation and break the date with a little pride left over."
"Don't look now but here he comes..."
Chloe hurriedly gathered her things. "I have to go....I can't face him just yet, Pete. I have to go..." She repeated before speeding down the hall in the opposite direction.
"Where is she going?" Clark watched as Chloe's body slowly escaped his view as she got further away. "I think maybe it's a good idea for us to give her a little space Clark,"
"Why did she say something to you?"
"No...I just think we could give her some time to herself...she deserves it." Pete said nonchalantly. "We take up too much of her energy sometimes..."
Clark reluctantly dropped the subject and began to walk with Pete. "I think she's avoiding me..." "You're overreacting..." Pete scoffed trying to sound convincing. "It's no big deal,"
"I guess your right," Clark replied with hands stuffed inside his pockets and a slump in his shoulder.
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After school Clark offered to walk with Pete home, knowing very well that Chloe's home would be on the way to his house using that winding dirt road. He didn't know where the sudden melancholy was stemming from...but he knew that talking with Chloe always made him feel better. Stopping in front of her curb, Clark looked up at the large country house with blue exterior and white washed patio.
Little brick stepping stones led out onto a little garden in her backyard from the front. And a white porch swing swayed by her doorway. Clark thought of pre-adolescence. Tree houses. Group sleepovers. Basically, life before high school. Before all the complications.
Her car was there. An old dark blue car with the paint chipping off. She was home. She couldn't escape him now.... and he was almost desperate to see her. Using his x-ray vision, Clark peered through the exterior of the house and into the inside.
Curled up on the sofa in her living room, she was fast asleep against the cushions. A colorful knit blanket half-draped over her body. The vision of her caused a smile to tug at his lips. She looked so peaceful. So angelic. So pretty.
The last thought caused Clark to shake abruptly from his thoughts. Pretty? When did he start thinking of Chloe as pretty? Well...ok...he HAD eyes. But pretty? Pretty is not a word you use to describe your best friend. Would he call Pete pretty? Definately NOT!
Starting the tread back to the Kent Farm, Clark concluded he was thinking WAY too much about all of this. Pete was right, maybe Chloe just needed some alone time. Pete and Clark often did take up a lot of her energy. He was just missing her...
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FEEDBACK!!! I love to hear from you! Don't disappointment me! Haven't I been good to you??; )