"So, we're going to pretend as if nothing happened? Chloe asked Whitney, as
he opened the car door for her.
Whitney stared at the road.
"What's there to talk about?"
"Your shameless burst into my personal life."
"You'd thank me one day."
Chloe got pissed. "And why would I thank you, Whitney Fordman?" She asked with the best sarcastic tone she could manage. "By interrupting my afternoon with a brilliant, sexy, innocent farm boy?"
"No, because I interrupting your afternoon with a guy who broke your heart once and will do it again, if you let him. You can't fall for him again, Chloe."
"Again?"
"Yeah, again. I think you just got over him. Now he's doing his thing again, and you're falling for the same old tricks. "
"You don't know Clark. He doesn't have those "tricks" other guys have. He'd never hurt me on purpose."
"He did a good job last time, with purpose or without it. You were heartbroken"
Chloe went quiet, trying to come up with an answer.
In a way, he was right. But she couldn't accept it.
Clark represented for her everything that good in the world. He was painfully naive, he had a good heart, he helped the needy, and he was completely unaware of his good looks.
"It wasn't his fault, Fordman. I fell for him, he never encouraged. He had eyes only for Lana"
"I'm not saying it was his fault. I'm saying you got hurt, that's all. Do you want to get hurt again?"
"Not really" Chloe admitted.
"So do yourself a favor and get away from Kent. Take some time for yourself."
They arrived at the school's parking lot. Whitney stopped the car.
"On last thing, Fordman." Chloe stopped him.
"Yeah?"
"Why do you care so much? We've been friends for what, three months? Why would you mind if he breaks my heart or not?"
Whitney took a deep breath.
"Because I love you, Chloe Sullivan."
Then he leaned to her and kissed her slightly on the lips.
There was a lone figure near the football field. Some players noticed her, and got nervous by the minute.
What is she on this time?
They didn't cheated on their last midterm- The new coach refused to continue this not-so-honorable tradition, such a shame. So why was the annoying reporter in their practice? Did she want to join the cheerleading squad?
"Ok" Called the coach at last. "That's all for today, good job."
Whitney Fordman began to take off his helmet, but stopped midway.
Was she.she was there, indeed, probably waiting another dose of her famous snark. He guessed he deserved it. Not for the first time he wished to be someone else. Clark Kent, for example.
Chloe entered the field. She had to talk to him now, before he hit the showers.
"Whitney!" She shouted, "Wait up!"
He stood there, helmet in hand, his hair all messed up and sticky with sweat, the way Clark's hair never was.
She ran to him, and so did he. They met halfway inside the field.
"Listen, Chloe" Whitney began "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things"
Chloe seemed stunned.
"Are you sorry for kissing me?" she asked without breath.
"I didn't say that."
"Are you?" She demanded
"No. I love you. I know you don't feel the same, but I do."
"Who told you I don't feel the same?"
"Well, you do have that crush on Kent."
"Had." Chloe corrected him
"Are you really in love with me?"
Whitney nodded. "I'll get over it, don't worry. In a year or two."
Chloe never found out what would happen in a year or two, because she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him
"You're all sweat" she told him as they stopped for air.
"Sorry"
"I like it."
Epilogue
The deans of Colombia University never realize why young Professor Fordman's literature classes were so popular among female students.
Alas, to the students' disappointment, the professor was as married as one could get.
His wife, the famous investigation reporter, Chloe Sullivan, taught a class in journalism that was equally popular between the male students of the distinguished institute.
Professor Fordman, who used to play for the Metropolis' Sharks, also did a part-time commentary job on the TV, becoming a nation-wide known figure.
They named their first born Clark, after the investigator reporter who married Chloe's cousin, Lois.
They knew who he really was, of course- did he think that suit would deceive anybody who really knew him?
They kept his secret, of course, and Clark and Lois knew they always have a place to stay when they come to New York.
And they lived happily ever after (as far as I know!)
So, that's it. It's been a great fun writing this story. Thanks for all the kind reviewers.
My intention was to describe the less-then-perfect people of Smallville, who are as great, in their own, slightly fucked-up way, as TV characters could get.
Thank you all.
Lucy Majere.
Whitney stared at the road.
"What's there to talk about?"
"Your shameless burst into my personal life."
"You'd thank me one day."
Chloe got pissed. "And why would I thank you, Whitney Fordman?" She asked with the best sarcastic tone she could manage. "By interrupting my afternoon with a brilliant, sexy, innocent farm boy?"
"No, because I interrupting your afternoon with a guy who broke your heart once and will do it again, if you let him. You can't fall for him again, Chloe."
"Again?"
"Yeah, again. I think you just got over him. Now he's doing his thing again, and you're falling for the same old tricks. "
"You don't know Clark. He doesn't have those "tricks" other guys have. He'd never hurt me on purpose."
"He did a good job last time, with purpose or without it. You were heartbroken"
Chloe went quiet, trying to come up with an answer.
In a way, he was right. But she couldn't accept it.
Clark represented for her everything that good in the world. He was painfully naive, he had a good heart, he helped the needy, and he was completely unaware of his good looks.
"It wasn't his fault, Fordman. I fell for him, he never encouraged. He had eyes only for Lana"
"I'm not saying it was his fault. I'm saying you got hurt, that's all. Do you want to get hurt again?"
"Not really" Chloe admitted.
"So do yourself a favor and get away from Kent. Take some time for yourself."
They arrived at the school's parking lot. Whitney stopped the car.
"On last thing, Fordman." Chloe stopped him.
"Yeah?"
"Why do you care so much? We've been friends for what, three months? Why would you mind if he breaks my heart or not?"
Whitney took a deep breath.
"Because I love you, Chloe Sullivan."
Then he leaned to her and kissed her slightly on the lips.
There was a lone figure near the football field. Some players noticed her, and got nervous by the minute.
What is she on this time?
They didn't cheated on their last midterm- The new coach refused to continue this not-so-honorable tradition, such a shame. So why was the annoying reporter in their practice? Did she want to join the cheerleading squad?
"Ok" Called the coach at last. "That's all for today, good job."
Whitney Fordman began to take off his helmet, but stopped midway.
Was she.she was there, indeed, probably waiting another dose of her famous snark. He guessed he deserved it. Not for the first time he wished to be someone else. Clark Kent, for example.
Chloe entered the field. She had to talk to him now, before he hit the showers.
"Whitney!" She shouted, "Wait up!"
He stood there, helmet in hand, his hair all messed up and sticky with sweat, the way Clark's hair never was.
She ran to him, and so did he. They met halfway inside the field.
"Listen, Chloe" Whitney began "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things"
Chloe seemed stunned.
"Are you sorry for kissing me?" she asked without breath.
"I didn't say that."
"Are you?" She demanded
"No. I love you. I know you don't feel the same, but I do."
"Who told you I don't feel the same?"
"Well, you do have that crush on Kent."
"Had." Chloe corrected him
"Are you really in love with me?"
Whitney nodded. "I'll get over it, don't worry. In a year or two."
Chloe never found out what would happen in a year or two, because she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him
"You're all sweat" she told him as they stopped for air.
"Sorry"
"I like it."
Epilogue
The deans of Colombia University never realize why young Professor Fordman's literature classes were so popular among female students.
Alas, to the students' disappointment, the professor was as married as one could get.
His wife, the famous investigation reporter, Chloe Sullivan, taught a class in journalism that was equally popular between the male students of the distinguished institute.
Professor Fordman, who used to play for the Metropolis' Sharks, also did a part-time commentary job on the TV, becoming a nation-wide known figure.
They named their first born Clark, after the investigator reporter who married Chloe's cousin, Lois.
They knew who he really was, of course- did he think that suit would deceive anybody who really knew him?
They kept his secret, of course, and Clark and Lois knew they always have a place to stay when they come to New York.
And they lived happily ever after (as far as I know!)
So, that's it. It's been a great fun writing this story. Thanks for all the kind reviewers.
My intention was to describe the less-then-perfect people of Smallville, who are as great, in their own, slightly fucked-up way, as TV characters could get.
Thank you all.
Lucy Majere.
