Interviewing Basketball Stars
Author: Liz Luthor
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters and plot lines don't belong to me, and neither does the song "Barbie Girl". *grin* You'll understand soon enough...
Couples: Chloe/Whitney
Author's Note: Much more Chloe/Whitney in this one. :) Enjoy!! Oh wait—first, big thanks to DarkLexie, who corrected me in the lyrics of "Barbie Girl". :)
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She awoke gently to find that the baby was clean and wrapped in a soft blanket, ready to be held by his mother. She took him from the nurse's arms and smiled softly. He was a beautiful child.
A few minutes later, another nurse came in with a clipboard and asked for the baby's name.
"Whitney," she whispered in reply.
Chloe jerked awake to the sound of her alarm clock and leaned over to turn it off. It was only 5:00... The thing had gone off early. 'Oh well,' she thought groggily, 'More time to get ready.' After a few minutes of stretching and yawning and convincing herself to get up, she reluctantly crawled out of her big, pale yellow comforter and trudged into her bathroom to take a shower.
She was still half asleep and attempting to wash her hair when suddenly a strange feeling came over her. She remembered her dream—she was having a baby (couldn't remember who the father was in the dream), which, oddly enough, she named Whitney. 'Okay, THAT is weird...' she reflected, now exiting the shower and snatching her towel. She decided to write it down and look it up later.
.: At Whitney's :.
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wo-orld,
Life in plastic- it's fantastic!
Whitney twitched and slowly raised his head from his pillow, glaring at the radio alarm clock as it rang out happily:
You can brush my hair, undress me anywhe-ere,
Imagination- life is your creation!
He moaned and slammed his face back to the pillow, and then reached his arm out to turn off the cursed melody. He had decided to set the alarm to the radio, rather than the siren (looking back on Monday), in order to wake up more peacefully.
'This has got to be the worst way to start your day,' he complained.
.: At Chloe's :.
'Why doesn't anything look good today!?' Chloe fumed as she desperately rummaged through her closet and dresser for something to wear. For some reason, she felt like she looked horrible in everything she wore. Funny, she had never really cared before, but now... She still wasn't sure why, exactly, but now she sort of felt like she had to impress someone.
She ended up wearing black flare pants and a sleeveless blood red shirt with rose designs on it. She styled her hair the way she usually did and ate breakfast before brushing her teeth. It was still only 7:00, though, so she decided to go in early and work on the Torch.
.: Back at Whitney's :.
Whitney didn't realize until he was fully ready that he had woken up early. He sat on the couch with his backpack on, leaning his head on his knuckle and his elbow on the arm of the sofa. His unwaveringly irritated expression was fixed on the clock on the mantle.
'7:03...' he read. 'What am I supposed to do? I could go back to sleep for a little while... Nah, not tired... "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie-" Wait, what the heck was that?? I got that idiotic little song stuck in my head!' The tune continued to play over in his head as he tried to consider his choice of activity.
'....'
'....You can brush my hair, undress me anywhe-ere... Geeze, SHUT UP!!'
'...Imagination- life is your crea- That's it, I'm goin' to school.'
Whitney sat up and glanced once more at the clock—'7:12'—before heading out the door.
.: At the school :.
Chloe easily found a dream dictionary on the internet to look up the meaning of her strange dream. She searched under 'babies' and found that a clean baby can mean the coming of a "wonderful new love affair". 'Doubt that,' she told herself. Another site said it referred to happiness or rebirth, and another claimed that the baby could represent herself and a new beginning. 'I wonder why I named it Whitney, though...' Chloe considered. She shrugged and thought, 'Well, they all seem to be positive implications. That's always a good sign.'
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Whitney paced through the halls, searching for anyone he knew. He was hoping to find some of his football buddies and maybe start a game. No such luck.
He had searched almost everywhere he could think of—everywhere except the Torch office. This was his last resort, but only because he knew none of the athletes was on the staff of the newspaper. 'Might as well try,' he internally sighed.
However, as soon as he entered the office, he found only Chloe sitting at the computer, her back turned toward the door. At first he considered just leaving—she hadn't noticed him yet—but then he realized he had nothing else to do, so he approached her and said, "Hey, morning."
Chloe turned around abruptly and smiled after she saw who was speaking to her. "Good morning. How's it going?" she asked in return, trying to inconspicuously close the dream dictionary page on the computer behind her back. Luckily, Whitney wasn't paying much attention to their surroundings.
As he looked her over, noticing a lack of her usual layers of clothing, only one thing went through his mind: 'I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wo- orld... How many more times can I hear the same part of that stupid song in my head before I explode!? ...Not much longer...'
Chloe couldn't help but wonder: 'A new beginning having to do with Whitney...? Who knows...' Finally Whitney said, "Oh, uh, I'm fine. Sometimes I just wish people would stop talking about... that."
Chloe nodded and replied, "Yeah... I don't think it does anyone any good to dwell on it. Besides, from what I can tell, you're handling it pretty well. I mean, I can't even imagine what it would be like to be in your position. I know how hard it must be on you, but I honestly think you're strong enough to handle it yourself. You're probably sick of people telling you how horrible things are going, huh? I guess I just see you as a very capable person... You don't need anyone to tell you how to move on."
Whitney looked up at her reflectively and said gratefully, "Thank you... Thanks, that means a lot to me." He looked almost confused. Chloe smiled shyly and then looked up at the clock behind him.
"Looks like it's almost time to go," she declared after a minute or two, standing up and grabbing her backpack.
Once Whitney was alone in the room, he let out a confused shudder. 'Chloe? I don't... No way. Then why did I get such a weird feeling talking to her?' Somehow the thought had crept into his mind that he was attracted to Chloe Sullivan.
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On his way to school (he had missed the bus yet again, but this time he couldn't use his super-speed because he kept seeing other people along the street), Clark noticed Lindsay walking alone and called out her name. She turned around instantly and then waved, recognizing Clark from the Talon last week. "Hi," she said cheerily. She was in a particularly good mood. So far, everything had gone her way this morning.
"What's up?" he asked casually, now walking alongside her.
"Nothing," she said in reply. "Hey, you know Whitney pretty well, right?" He nodded. "Do you think he would just be weirded out if I made him a card congratulating him on his scholarship?"
"I think he'd appreciate it," Clark nodded again. "...You like him a lot, don't you?"
She would have denied it, but she felt like she could trust Clark (despite what little time she had known him). "...Yeah, I do... But, don't, uh, go around telling people, kay?"
His smile turned into a grin and he promised, "Don't worry about it." Lindsay returned a smile and put her hands in her pockets. Clark had noticed she had a habit of doing that.
She turned her face toward the ground, still smiling, and said, "I've liked him since seventh grade, actually. Pretty pathetic, huh?" She laughed. "No one else realizes it, though. Most of my friends don't really take it seriously. Everyone but Amber thinks I'm lost in a high school crush. It's not like I think I'm in love with him or anything... But, you know, my real problem is just... the people I hang out with." Her smile faded and she looked back at Clark. "I don't know why I ever wanted to be 'popular'. It seems like my only true friend nowadays is Amber..."
Clark joked, "Well, if you'd like a quick way out of the popular circle, you could always join our little band of nerds." He smiled again, and then said, "Really, though, we'd be glad to have you if you ever want to hang out with us." With a departing wave and smile from the both of them, they went their separate ways as they neared the school, Clark jogging to catch Chloe and Pete and Lindsay addressing Whitney.
.: End:.
Author's Note: Yay! Whitney's coming around! But if that happens, it might cause a few problems for Chloe dealing with a certain jealous female... This chapter didn't really include very many of the characters, but I had to advance the Chloe/Whitney relationship at SOME POINT. :)
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Author: Liz Luthor
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters and plot lines don't belong to me, and neither does the song "Barbie Girl". *grin* You'll understand soon enough...
Couples: Chloe/Whitney
Author's Note: Much more Chloe/Whitney in this one. :) Enjoy!! Oh wait—first, big thanks to DarkLexie, who corrected me in the lyrics of "Barbie Girl". :)
*~---------- + ----------~*
She awoke gently to find that the baby was clean and wrapped in a soft blanket, ready to be held by his mother. She took him from the nurse's arms and smiled softly. He was a beautiful child.
A few minutes later, another nurse came in with a clipboard and asked for the baby's name.
"Whitney," she whispered in reply.
Chloe jerked awake to the sound of her alarm clock and leaned over to turn it off. It was only 5:00... The thing had gone off early. 'Oh well,' she thought groggily, 'More time to get ready.' After a few minutes of stretching and yawning and convincing herself to get up, she reluctantly crawled out of her big, pale yellow comforter and trudged into her bathroom to take a shower.
She was still half asleep and attempting to wash her hair when suddenly a strange feeling came over her. She remembered her dream—she was having a baby (couldn't remember who the father was in the dream), which, oddly enough, she named Whitney. 'Okay, THAT is weird...' she reflected, now exiting the shower and snatching her towel. She decided to write it down and look it up later.
.: At Whitney's :.
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wo-orld,
Life in plastic- it's fantastic!
Whitney twitched and slowly raised his head from his pillow, glaring at the radio alarm clock as it rang out happily:
You can brush my hair, undress me anywhe-ere,
Imagination- life is your creation!
He moaned and slammed his face back to the pillow, and then reached his arm out to turn off the cursed melody. He had decided to set the alarm to the radio, rather than the siren (looking back on Monday), in order to wake up more peacefully.
'This has got to be the worst way to start your day,' he complained.
.: At Chloe's :.
'Why doesn't anything look good today!?' Chloe fumed as she desperately rummaged through her closet and dresser for something to wear. For some reason, she felt like she looked horrible in everything she wore. Funny, she had never really cared before, but now... She still wasn't sure why, exactly, but now she sort of felt like she had to impress someone.
She ended up wearing black flare pants and a sleeveless blood red shirt with rose designs on it. She styled her hair the way she usually did and ate breakfast before brushing her teeth. It was still only 7:00, though, so she decided to go in early and work on the Torch.
.: Back at Whitney's :.
Whitney didn't realize until he was fully ready that he had woken up early. He sat on the couch with his backpack on, leaning his head on his knuckle and his elbow on the arm of the sofa. His unwaveringly irritated expression was fixed on the clock on the mantle.
'7:03...' he read. 'What am I supposed to do? I could go back to sleep for a little while... Nah, not tired... "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie-" Wait, what the heck was that?? I got that idiotic little song stuck in my head!' The tune continued to play over in his head as he tried to consider his choice of activity.
'....'
'....You can brush my hair, undress me anywhe-ere... Geeze, SHUT UP!!'
'...Imagination- life is your crea- That's it, I'm goin' to school.'
Whitney sat up and glanced once more at the clock—'7:12'—before heading out the door.
.: At the school :.
Chloe easily found a dream dictionary on the internet to look up the meaning of her strange dream. She searched under 'babies' and found that a clean baby can mean the coming of a "wonderful new love affair". 'Doubt that,' she told herself. Another site said it referred to happiness or rebirth, and another claimed that the baby could represent herself and a new beginning. 'I wonder why I named it Whitney, though...' Chloe considered. She shrugged and thought, 'Well, they all seem to be positive implications. That's always a good sign.'
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Whitney paced through the halls, searching for anyone he knew. He was hoping to find some of his football buddies and maybe start a game. No such luck.
He had searched almost everywhere he could think of—everywhere except the Torch office. This was his last resort, but only because he knew none of the athletes was on the staff of the newspaper. 'Might as well try,' he internally sighed.
However, as soon as he entered the office, he found only Chloe sitting at the computer, her back turned toward the door. At first he considered just leaving—she hadn't noticed him yet—but then he realized he had nothing else to do, so he approached her and said, "Hey, morning."
Chloe turned around abruptly and smiled after she saw who was speaking to her. "Good morning. How's it going?" she asked in return, trying to inconspicuously close the dream dictionary page on the computer behind her back. Luckily, Whitney wasn't paying much attention to their surroundings.
As he looked her over, noticing a lack of her usual layers of clothing, only one thing went through his mind: 'I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wo- orld... How many more times can I hear the same part of that stupid song in my head before I explode!? ...Not much longer...'
Chloe couldn't help but wonder: 'A new beginning having to do with Whitney...? Who knows...' Finally Whitney said, "Oh, uh, I'm fine. Sometimes I just wish people would stop talking about... that."
Chloe nodded and replied, "Yeah... I don't think it does anyone any good to dwell on it. Besides, from what I can tell, you're handling it pretty well. I mean, I can't even imagine what it would be like to be in your position. I know how hard it must be on you, but I honestly think you're strong enough to handle it yourself. You're probably sick of people telling you how horrible things are going, huh? I guess I just see you as a very capable person... You don't need anyone to tell you how to move on."
Whitney looked up at her reflectively and said gratefully, "Thank you... Thanks, that means a lot to me." He looked almost confused. Chloe smiled shyly and then looked up at the clock behind him.
"Looks like it's almost time to go," she declared after a minute or two, standing up and grabbing her backpack.
Once Whitney was alone in the room, he let out a confused shudder. 'Chloe? I don't... No way. Then why did I get such a weird feeling talking to her?' Somehow the thought had crept into his mind that he was attracted to Chloe Sullivan.
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On his way to school (he had missed the bus yet again, but this time he couldn't use his super-speed because he kept seeing other people along the street), Clark noticed Lindsay walking alone and called out her name. She turned around instantly and then waved, recognizing Clark from the Talon last week. "Hi," she said cheerily. She was in a particularly good mood. So far, everything had gone her way this morning.
"What's up?" he asked casually, now walking alongside her.
"Nothing," she said in reply. "Hey, you know Whitney pretty well, right?" He nodded. "Do you think he would just be weirded out if I made him a card congratulating him on his scholarship?"
"I think he'd appreciate it," Clark nodded again. "...You like him a lot, don't you?"
She would have denied it, but she felt like she could trust Clark (despite what little time she had known him). "...Yeah, I do... But, don't, uh, go around telling people, kay?"
His smile turned into a grin and he promised, "Don't worry about it." Lindsay returned a smile and put her hands in her pockets. Clark had noticed she had a habit of doing that.
She turned her face toward the ground, still smiling, and said, "I've liked him since seventh grade, actually. Pretty pathetic, huh?" She laughed. "No one else realizes it, though. Most of my friends don't really take it seriously. Everyone but Amber thinks I'm lost in a high school crush. It's not like I think I'm in love with him or anything... But, you know, my real problem is just... the people I hang out with." Her smile faded and she looked back at Clark. "I don't know why I ever wanted to be 'popular'. It seems like my only true friend nowadays is Amber..."
Clark joked, "Well, if you'd like a quick way out of the popular circle, you could always join our little band of nerds." He smiled again, and then said, "Really, though, we'd be glad to have you if you ever want to hang out with us." With a departing wave and smile from the both of them, they went their separate ways as they neared the school, Clark jogging to catch Chloe and Pete and Lindsay addressing Whitney.
.: End:.
Author's Note: Yay! Whitney's coming around! But if that happens, it might cause a few problems for Chloe dealing with a certain jealous female... This chapter didn't really include very many of the characters, but I had to advance the Chloe/Whitney relationship at SOME POINT. :)
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