Interviewing Basketball Stars
Author: Liz Luthor
Disclaimer: The characters in this fan fic do not belong to me, they belong to the Smallville people... Well, except for Amber and Lindsay... But you get the point.
Couples: Chloe/Whitney
Author's Notes: Alright, well, since the WB (along with the internet, might I add) is against me, my fan fic no longer seems to have any relevance to Smallville. However, I do plan on continuing it... despite their attempts to stop me ^^ ("I love you Lana..." –Whitney [they make it just a tad harder to write a Chloe/Whitney fic!]). So, please keep reviewing so that I know SOMEONE'S still reading it... Thanks. :) Oh yeah!! One more thing—I took this first paragraph from chapter 7 cuz I wanted it to end on the kiss. *smile* Just to make you aware.
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When he released, she looked past him at Clark, standing in the doorway, and gasped. Whitney immediately turned around; shocked to find the one person there he least wanted to see. Quickly, he grabbed his things and walked past Clark and out the door. The latter slammed it shut behind him.
"What was that about?" Clark demanded.
Chloe looked both shocked and hurt at the same time. "Look, for one thing, he kissed me, not the other way around, and for another thing—since when is that a problem??"
"Since—" he cut himself off. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell her about the scarecrow incident. "...You deserve better," he reasoned.
"Better than Whitney!? What are you talking about—I thought he was your friend!" she fumed. Clark didn't respond. "...This is ridiculous! If you don't want to tell me what your problem is, then I'm just gonna leave, okay? Bye," she said as she flew out the door.
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'I definitely overreacted.' Chloe sighed, walking down the hall to the exit. 'But it's not fair of him to tell me that Whitney doesn't deserve me and then not tell me why! I know those two used to have problems, but I thought they were friends now... What does Clark have against him?' She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought as she neared her car in the parking lot. She backed out of the space and drove away from the school, finally headed for home.
'He's been so nice lately... How could I deserve better than Whitney?'
'...And that kiss... I had no idea he even had feelings for me until today. But, do I like him back...?'
.: Whitney's house :.
No one was home. 'Good,' Whitney thought. 'I really don't feel like talking to anyone today.' He threw his backpack onto his bed and sat down, visibly stressed. 'I'm an idiot. Why did I have to kiss her? I should have let her go... Now Clark's gonna tell her about that stupid prank and she'll think I'm a jerk...... Geeze, I am a jerk...' he sighed. This was not what he needed now. He so desperately wished he could go back and correct his horrible mistake. 'And what if she doesn't like me? Then I just screwed not only my friendship with her, but also with Clark. This sucks.'
He didn't know what to do. He was so mad at himself for kissing Chloe that he couldn't concentrate on anything. 'I've gotta calm down,' he told himself. '...I'll just go take a shower.' He got up lazily and walked into his bathroom to see if his towel was there (which it was), and turned the knob in the shower to release hot water. While waiting for it to heat up, he began to peel off his clothing.
Suddenly, and of course this HAD to happen while Whitney was wearing nothing but a towel, the doorbell rang. 'Oh, great,' he thought sarcastically. His robe was in the laundry and he couldn't necessarily answer the door in a towel. Quickly, he slipped his boxers and under-shirt back on, along with his jeans, which he barely managed to pull on before approaching the front door.
"Yes?" he asked as he opened the door, impatient to get back upstairs. Surprisingly enough, it was none other than Lana who stood in front of him.
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She couldn't keep herself from thinking, 'He's wearing a tank top! That's different.' She only stared at him for a moment before realizing he would soon notice. "Oh, um... I think I might have left my sweater here a long time ago. I haven't seen it in forever and I just thought..." Lana trailed off. Whitney signaled her to come inside.
"Just a minute," he requested, and then ran upstairs. When he returned a few minutes later, he held her sweater in his hand and swiftly shoved it into her arms and rushed her out the door.
Lana stuttered, "I-if this was a bad time, I'm-"
"Ah, no, I was just getting ready to take a shower," Whitney hurriedly waved at her and started to close the door, but she interrupted him.
"Whitney. Calm down. I wanted to ask you a question."
"Okay..." he glanced upstairs briefly, as though he could tell whether or not the bathtub was overflowing.
"Have you spoken to Clark lately? He was kind of in a bad mood this afternoon, and he wouldn't tell me what was wrong..." Whitney shifted his weight uncomfortably and gulped.
"...It's got something to do with..." he sighed. "We had a talk about the scarecrow thing, and I-..." How could he tell Lana that he liked Chloe so shortly after their break-up? It was obvious to him that she liked Clark, but still... "He's just still really cynical about the whole thing. I can understand why, though. It was a horrible thing to do... I deserved having my truck stacked on, however that happened," he laughed. Lana was hesitant. She looked at the ground solemnly.
"...I'm glad you've come to realize what a terrible incident that was. But I understand that it might take Clark a little while to forgive you. You know, I really thought that was over between you two."
Whitney was silent. He didn't know what to say—the truth was, it was over. Clark was just being protective of Chloe. Which was understandable.
.: At the market :.
When she had returned home, Chloe had found a grocery list and a short note from her father- "Please do the shopping, honey, I left the money on top of the fridge. Thanks! Love, Dad", - so off she was to the Smallville market.
Unfortunately, as had become quite clear already, this was not her day. She bumped into three people, knocked down most of the foil in stock, and forgot at least four items on the list. She tried as hard as she could to shrug it off and think: 'It's okay... At least it's Friday.'
When she returned home, she found her father present. She told him grimly about her clumsy grocery venture, but he was sympathetic. After all was settled and she was lying drowsily in her bed upstairs, Chloe concentrated on her biggest problem.
'Do I like Whitney? He's really a nice guy... Okay, maybe he was sort of a jerk before, but he's changed since his father died... And he's so freakin' hot... No, that's not why I like him. He's nice. Wait, I like him?? Huh. Problem solved.'
.: Clark's house :.
Clark turned stiffly in his bed, clinging to his bitter thoughts. He couldn't get comfortable, and he certainly wouldn't be able to sleep.
'Chloe defended Whitney. Does she like him back? Maybe I should just mind my own business and let them hook up. But what about Whitney? Can I trust him to take good care of her? This is stupid. Chloe's not my responsibility, I can't decide who she dates. But I also can't decide if she's making a mistake...' He was incredibly troubled over the whole matter. Whitney did apologize to him—and maybe he meant it. Maybe he was really falling for Chloe, and he wanted to make sure the atmosphere was calm before he asked her out. 'Guess I sort of put a dent in his plans...'
.: End :.
Author's Notes: Yay! Sorry I took longer than usual in getting up this chapter—finals, you know how it is. ^^ But anyway, I'd appreciate some feedback! I was thinking after watching "Tempest", and, like I said before, this fan fic only continues to stray further and further from the truth of the show, making it a little harder to write, seeing as I'd have to go off of my own story-line almost entirely. Basically, I just want to make sure there are still people reading this and getting something out of it, so PLEASE review and give me your opinions if you're reading this! Thanks a whole bunch, and, once again, thank you for the wonderful feedback as of yet. :)
PS- The foil thing at the grocery store with Chloe—that happened to me yesterday. ^^
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Author: Liz Luthor
Disclaimer: The characters in this fan fic do not belong to me, they belong to the Smallville people... Well, except for Amber and Lindsay... But you get the point.
Couples: Chloe/Whitney
Author's Notes: Alright, well, since the WB (along with the internet, might I add) is against me, my fan fic no longer seems to have any relevance to Smallville. However, I do plan on continuing it... despite their attempts to stop me ^^ ("I love you Lana..." –Whitney [they make it just a tad harder to write a Chloe/Whitney fic!]). So, please keep reviewing so that I know SOMEONE'S still reading it... Thanks. :) Oh yeah!! One more thing—I took this first paragraph from chapter 7 cuz I wanted it to end on the kiss. *smile* Just to make you aware.
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When he released, she looked past him at Clark, standing in the doorway, and gasped. Whitney immediately turned around; shocked to find the one person there he least wanted to see. Quickly, he grabbed his things and walked past Clark and out the door. The latter slammed it shut behind him.
"What was that about?" Clark demanded.
Chloe looked both shocked and hurt at the same time. "Look, for one thing, he kissed me, not the other way around, and for another thing—since when is that a problem??"
"Since—" he cut himself off. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell her about the scarecrow incident. "...You deserve better," he reasoned.
"Better than Whitney!? What are you talking about—I thought he was your friend!" she fumed. Clark didn't respond. "...This is ridiculous! If you don't want to tell me what your problem is, then I'm just gonna leave, okay? Bye," she said as she flew out the door.
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'I definitely overreacted.' Chloe sighed, walking down the hall to the exit. 'But it's not fair of him to tell me that Whitney doesn't deserve me and then not tell me why! I know those two used to have problems, but I thought they were friends now... What does Clark have against him?' She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought as she neared her car in the parking lot. She backed out of the space and drove away from the school, finally headed for home.
'He's been so nice lately... How could I deserve better than Whitney?'
'...And that kiss... I had no idea he even had feelings for me until today. But, do I like him back...?'
.: Whitney's house :.
No one was home. 'Good,' Whitney thought. 'I really don't feel like talking to anyone today.' He threw his backpack onto his bed and sat down, visibly stressed. 'I'm an idiot. Why did I have to kiss her? I should have let her go... Now Clark's gonna tell her about that stupid prank and she'll think I'm a jerk...... Geeze, I am a jerk...' he sighed. This was not what he needed now. He so desperately wished he could go back and correct his horrible mistake. 'And what if she doesn't like me? Then I just screwed not only my friendship with her, but also with Clark. This sucks.'
He didn't know what to do. He was so mad at himself for kissing Chloe that he couldn't concentrate on anything. 'I've gotta calm down,' he told himself. '...I'll just go take a shower.' He got up lazily and walked into his bathroom to see if his towel was there (which it was), and turned the knob in the shower to release hot water. While waiting for it to heat up, he began to peel off his clothing.
Suddenly, and of course this HAD to happen while Whitney was wearing nothing but a towel, the doorbell rang. 'Oh, great,' he thought sarcastically. His robe was in the laundry and he couldn't necessarily answer the door in a towel. Quickly, he slipped his boxers and under-shirt back on, along with his jeans, which he barely managed to pull on before approaching the front door.
"Yes?" he asked as he opened the door, impatient to get back upstairs. Surprisingly enough, it was none other than Lana who stood in front of him.
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She couldn't keep herself from thinking, 'He's wearing a tank top! That's different.' She only stared at him for a moment before realizing he would soon notice. "Oh, um... I think I might have left my sweater here a long time ago. I haven't seen it in forever and I just thought..." Lana trailed off. Whitney signaled her to come inside.
"Just a minute," he requested, and then ran upstairs. When he returned a few minutes later, he held her sweater in his hand and swiftly shoved it into her arms and rushed her out the door.
Lana stuttered, "I-if this was a bad time, I'm-"
"Ah, no, I was just getting ready to take a shower," Whitney hurriedly waved at her and started to close the door, but she interrupted him.
"Whitney. Calm down. I wanted to ask you a question."
"Okay..." he glanced upstairs briefly, as though he could tell whether or not the bathtub was overflowing.
"Have you spoken to Clark lately? He was kind of in a bad mood this afternoon, and he wouldn't tell me what was wrong..." Whitney shifted his weight uncomfortably and gulped.
"...It's got something to do with..." he sighed. "We had a talk about the scarecrow thing, and I-..." How could he tell Lana that he liked Chloe so shortly after their break-up? It was obvious to him that she liked Clark, but still... "He's just still really cynical about the whole thing. I can understand why, though. It was a horrible thing to do... I deserved having my truck stacked on, however that happened," he laughed. Lana was hesitant. She looked at the ground solemnly.
"...I'm glad you've come to realize what a terrible incident that was. But I understand that it might take Clark a little while to forgive you. You know, I really thought that was over between you two."
Whitney was silent. He didn't know what to say—the truth was, it was over. Clark was just being protective of Chloe. Which was understandable.
.: At the market :.
When she had returned home, Chloe had found a grocery list and a short note from her father- "Please do the shopping, honey, I left the money on top of the fridge. Thanks! Love, Dad", - so off she was to the Smallville market.
Unfortunately, as had become quite clear already, this was not her day. She bumped into three people, knocked down most of the foil in stock, and forgot at least four items on the list. She tried as hard as she could to shrug it off and think: 'It's okay... At least it's Friday.'
When she returned home, she found her father present. She told him grimly about her clumsy grocery venture, but he was sympathetic. After all was settled and she was lying drowsily in her bed upstairs, Chloe concentrated on her biggest problem.
'Do I like Whitney? He's really a nice guy... Okay, maybe he was sort of a jerk before, but he's changed since his father died... And he's so freakin' hot... No, that's not why I like him. He's nice. Wait, I like him?? Huh. Problem solved.'
.: Clark's house :.
Clark turned stiffly in his bed, clinging to his bitter thoughts. He couldn't get comfortable, and he certainly wouldn't be able to sleep.
'Chloe defended Whitney. Does she like him back? Maybe I should just mind my own business and let them hook up. But what about Whitney? Can I trust him to take good care of her? This is stupid. Chloe's not my responsibility, I can't decide who she dates. But I also can't decide if she's making a mistake...' He was incredibly troubled over the whole matter. Whitney did apologize to him—and maybe he meant it. Maybe he was really falling for Chloe, and he wanted to make sure the atmosphere was calm before he asked her out. 'Guess I sort of put a dent in his plans...'
.: End :.
Author's Notes: Yay! Sorry I took longer than usual in getting up this chapter—finals, you know how it is. ^^ But anyway, I'd appreciate some feedback! I was thinking after watching "Tempest", and, like I said before, this fan fic only continues to stray further and further from the truth of the show, making it a little harder to write, seeing as I'd have to go off of my own story-line almost entirely. Basically, I just want to make sure there are still people reading this and getting something out of it, so PLEASE review and give me your opinions if you're reading this! Thanks a whole bunch, and, once again, thank you for the wonderful feedback as of yet. :)
PS- The foil thing at the grocery store with Chloe—that happened to me yesterday. ^^
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