Title: Us
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG13-R
Disclaimer: Who'd be dumb enough to think I own them? PS No offence to people who think I do.
Spoilers: tiny itty bit of 'Kinetic', but this is just to be sure
Pairing: Chloe/Whitney
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: romance
Summary: Us. How can two people be so different but be so similar? Chloe/Whitney, a pair of walking contradictions.
Author's notes: OK, this was originally a one chapter fic, but I just got an idea I could build up from it, so here it is. I love you reviewers, you are my reason for being. :- )
".Digging up my soul now, goin' down, excavation, I am now, in the sky, you make me feel like I can fly, so high, el-e-va-tion!" Chloe danced around in her short fuzzy robe, singing to one of her favourite songs. She knew she would be late for school, but this song hadn't been on the radio for so long and she had to take advantage.
As for Whitney, she hadn't seen him since Friday. Since he rescued her. She still had trouble believing it, but it was true. They had both let some things off their chests, relieving a lot of pent up frustration building up in both of them.
She realised Whitney wasn't as dumb as she first mistook him for, he was actually alright, but she couldn't see a real relationship coming out of this. He was still the popular jock, and she was still the weird newspaper chick with an out-there sense of dress. They would probably just share a nod in the hallway, acknowledge each other with a sense of acceptance, and generally go back to the way things were.
But they'd be a bit more understanding of each other, that she knew for sure.
"El-e-Whitney?" her eyes grew to the size of golf balls as she saw the object of her thoughts staring at her through the window, an amused smile on his face. He pried open the window and stuck one leg in, she looked at him with open mouthed shock.
"Great performance, Sullivan" he said, moving under the window frame "Are you available for birthdays and other social functions?" Her cheeks grew hot and she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly felling vulnerable in her short robe covering only a small portion of her body. Whitney moved to her wardrobe, and she finally had the power of speech
"What are you doing? Y-You can't be in here!" she stammered, he turned towards her and sighed, looking at her almost pityingly.
"Don't be such an amazing prude, Chloe"
"What are you doing in here?" she repeated feebly, dropping her hands to her sides. He smacked the side of his head and flopped down on her unmade bed.
"Oh yeah, forgot" he said sheepishly "I want to...ask something of you, a favour if you will"
"Depends on what it is" all embarrassment was gone and was replaced with apprehension.
"Y'know how Lana and Clark...y'know"
"Yes" she said slowly, not needing that painful reminder
"Well, I still want her back" he explained earnestly "and I thought you could help"
"How? Hold her at gunpoint?" she had her hands on her hips, not liking where this conversation was going.
"No, I thought we could make her jealous" he was growing uncomfortable "together"
"How?"
He rolled his eyes "Guess" She moved back, imagining exactly what he was thinking, he nodded.
"No"
"why not?" he jumped up
"first of all, you broke into my house so I don't know if I can trust you, second of all, it's immoral-"
"Ah, so now I'm addressing Chloe, the queen of ethics?" he snapped. She ignored him and continued to count the reasons on her hand.
"third of all, I don't even know you, fourth of all, what about-"
"Clark?" he interrupted "He's with Lana, unless..."
"Unless?" she prompted, fuming but wanting to hear the rest.
"You help me break them up, using plan A: jealousy" she thought for a moment. She would be betraying all her morals, she would be a back-stabbing bitch and a fraud. But, she decided, it would be worth it to get Clark away from Lana.
"Fine, I'll do it" she sighed "Just let me get ready for school"
"hold on, let me pick out your clothes today" he looked her over "keep the underwear on"
"wait a minute!" she said angrily "I'll pick out my own clothes!"
"listen, you need to look like a slut of some kind"
"and I suppose you're the expert on that" she snorted
"as a matter of fact I am" he snapped "and if you want to attract Clark's attention, this is the way to do it"
Chloe faltered "I just wish he would notice me with having to be dressed like a hooker"
Whitney felt a pang of guilt "look, this is just to initiate it, if he's unreelable from there, he's not worth it"
Chloe smiled weakly and he returned to her wardrobe, rifling through it rather roughly.
"Watch it!" she said, wincing as her favourite top fell off the metal coathanger.
"Damn, Sullivan, you have so much good stuff" he said, throwing three or four skirts on the bed "why don't you ever wear any of it?"
She rolled her eyes "Despite what you and the rest of the male population think, we do not enjoy walking around in something even more risqué than our underwear in front of you animals"
He laughed "you don't seem to mind doing it now"
"Yeah, but you don't seem to care" she strutted over and looked at the clothes he'd chosen, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
"Who says I don't care?" he grumbled, satisfied with the small pile of garments, he shut both doors "now, you should wear this"
He held up an extra small skirt made out of black satin, the light bounced off the shiny material.
"Are you serious?" she squeaked "I wore that when I was six"
His brows rose so they disappeared under his fringe "You were quite a precocious child, weren't you?"
"Well it was bigger on me then!" she snapped, holding up the skirt in disbelief.
"Put it on" he said impatiently, reaching for a matching top "and this"
"No way" she looked at the low cut, skin tight, red singlet. She had once worn it as part of a devil costume when she was eight, but she had worn a long sleeved shirt underneath "It's-It's-"
"Small? Tight? Snug?" he offered, tossing it to her "It's supposed to be"
"how do girls do this?" she asked herself, hanging it over her arm. He smirked.
"Just get changed" she crossed her arms and waited for him to get out, but he began to make himself comfortable. She cleared her throat and he looked at her with a smiling indulgence, then returned to rummaging through her magazine collection, frowning every time he found a magazine he disliked.
"AHEM!" she said a little more obviously, he seemed annoyed now.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late"
"Get out!" she screeched, he jumped up.
"Sorry, it's just I thought-"
"What? That I'd let you see me get dressed?"
"Well-"
"Get out!" she repeated just as loudly, pointing to the window. He held up his hands in defeat.
"Fine, I'm going" he headed back to the way he came in. As he climbed out, Chloe let out a breath of air she had been holding for a long time. She dropped her robe and was thankful for the panties and bra she was wearing underneath because he popped back up and she screamed. His gaze dropped to her breasts and she grabbed her robe and ran to the window, slipping it on as she went.
"Bastard!"
"Huh?" he blinked, dazed.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I-I" he stuttered "Meet me at my car in ten minutes"
"Is that all?" she was too angry to be embarrassed "Get lost!" He went away quickly, imagining Chloe slipping that robe from her shoulders and running her hands over her stomach as she just did. Whitney slapped his cheek as he rested his hip on the car, begging himself to get those dirty Chloe thoughts out of his now filled head. Moments later he saw Chloe climbing out the window, backside fist. He looked away and crushed his lids together, thinking of a bath of ice, ice with frogs, snakes eating frogs, writhing around below him, Chloe writhing around below him...
"Hey, wake up" Chloe snapped her fingers in front of him, his eyes opened.
"Sorry" he opened the door for her, she hopped straight in, slamming it behind her so it was ripped out of his grasp. He jogged around and opened his door, sliding in with ease and vrooming the engine before starting.
"Look, I'm-"
"Sorry?" she said huffily "God, you're as predictable as you are annoying"
"That's unfair, it was an accident"
"sure it was" she said sarcastically
"It's not like that" he said sternly, not enjoying that accusation one bit.
"Oh? What is it like?"
"You're OK, Sullivan, I want to help you, and you want to help me, why can't you just accept that I have no ulterior motives? Why can't you just accept that this arrangement will benefit both of us?"
"Because it never does, I barely know you and we have to act like a couple, and all I wanted was clark and now it's all complicated"
"Stop with the dramatics, Chloe, you get to watch Clark squirm and you get to wear some tight clothes" she laughed at that, he was pleased he brought her out of that self-pitying demeanour that he hated.
"an added bonus" she admitted, tugging at her shirt, trying to cover the flat plain of her stomach. "Is it meant to be-" "yes" he interrupted, turning on the corner leading to the school. She pulled on her skirt and he grabbed her hand with his free one "Is it meant to be this-"
"Yes, stop wiggling about"
She grinned "I thought you like it when I wiggled"
"I do, just not that way" he said suggestively, she swatted his arm. "Remember to act lovey-dovey"
"huh? What do you mean 'lovey-dovey?'"
He looked uneasy "Holding hands and hugging and..er, kissing"
"kissing? But-but"
"I'll just do light ones" he said hastily "and you have to, um, look in my eyes" Chloe froze and then burst out laughing, she held her stomach as it began to hurt.
"Well, you have to" he said, clearly annoyed. She didn't stop laughing
"Hey, cut that out!" Whitney snapped, she clutched his shoulder, gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry" she wheezed "but when you said to look in to your..." she began a new round of laughter.
"We're here" he said, snapping her out of her laughter instantly.
They both climbed out and were relieved to find out that most of the student body had moved inside to building to avoid the immense heat and have full use of the air-conditioning. The moved to the front of the school and paused before entering, glancing at each other uncomfortably.
"Um, how should we?..."
"Uh, I'll just put my arm around here" he wrapped his long arm around her tiny waist and rested his hand on her hip. She tentatively put her arm around his back and her hand rested just beside his backside, he bit his lip but Chloe was too nervous to notice.
They both forced smiles as they prepared to enter "Remember" Whitney said through clenched teeth "Lovey-dovey"
They entered and chloe felt self-conscious as nearly all eyes turned to them, silence deafened her but she managed to walk confidently beside Whitney until the sound level returned to normal.
"now" said Whitney, looking at her lovingly "to face our friends" Chloe mirrored his look and nodded as they weaved through the crowd, most of the students parting before them.
OK, I can't believe this plot hasn't been used before, so if you recognise it and object to it, tell me now so I don't get sued. Reviews wanted and craved.
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG13-R
Disclaimer: Who'd be dumb enough to think I own them? PS No offence to people who think I do.
Spoilers: tiny itty bit of 'Kinetic', but this is just to be sure
Pairing: Chloe/Whitney
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: romance
Summary: Us. How can two people be so different but be so similar? Chloe/Whitney, a pair of walking contradictions.
Author's notes: OK, this was originally a one chapter fic, but I just got an idea I could build up from it, so here it is. I love you reviewers, you are my reason for being. :- )
".Digging up my soul now, goin' down, excavation, I am now, in the sky, you make me feel like I can fly, so high, el-e-va-tion!" Chloe danced around in her short fuzzy robe, singing to one of her favourite songs. She knew she would be late for school, but this song hadn't been on the radio for so long and she had to take advantage.
As for Whitney, she hadn't seen him since Friday. Since he rescued her. She still had trouble believing it, but it was true. They had both let some things off their chests, relieving a lot of pent up frustration building up in both of them.
She realised Whitney wasn't as dumb as she first mistook him for, he was actually alright, but she couldn't see a real relationship coming out of this. He was still the popular jock, and she was still the weird newspaper chick with an out-there sense of dress. They would probably just share a nod in the hallway, acknowledge each other with a sense of acceptance, and generally go back to the way things were.
But they'd be a bit more understanding of each other, that she knew for sure.
"El-e-Whitney?" her eyes grew to the size of golf balls as she saw the object of her thoughts staring at her through the window, an amused smile on his face. He pried open the window and stuck one leg in, she looked at him with open mouthed shock.
"Great performance, Sullivan" he said, moving under the window frame "Are you available for birthdays and other social functions?" Her cheeks grew hot and she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly felling vulnerable in her short robe covering only a small portion of her body. Whitney moved to her wardrobe, and she finally had the power of speech
"What are you doing? Y-You can't be in here!" she stammered, he turned towards her and sighed, looking at her almost pityingly.
"Don't be such an amazing prude, Chloe"
"What are you doing in here?" she repeated feebly, dropping her hands to her sides. He smacked the side of his head and flopped down on her unmade bed.
"Oh yeah, forgot" he said sheepishly "I want to...ask something of you, a favour if you will"
"Depends on what it is" all embarrassment was gone and was replaced with apprehension.
"Y'know how Lana and Clark...y'know"
"Yes" she said slowly, not needing that painful reminder
"Well, I still want her back" he explained earnestly "and I thought you could help"
"How? Hold her at gunpoint?" she had her hands on her hips, not liking where this conversation was going.
"No, I thought we could make her jealous" he was growing uncomfortable "together"
"How?"
He rolled his eyes "Guess" She moved back, imagining exactly what he was thinking, he nodded.
"No"
"why not?" he jumped up
"first of all, you broke into my house so I don't know if I can trust you, second of all, it's immoral-"
"Ah, so now I'm addressing Chloe, the queen of ethics?" he snapped. She ignored him and continued to count the reasons on her hand.
"third of all, I don't even know you, fourth of all, what about-"
"Clark?" he interrupted "He's with Lana, unless..."
"Unless?" she prompted, fuming but wanting to hear the rest.
"You help me break them up, using plan A: jealousy" she thought for a moment. She would be betraying all her morals, she would be a back-stabbing bitch and a fraud. But, she decided, it would be worth it to get Clark away from Lana.
"Fine, I'll do it" she sighed "Just let me get ready for school"
"hold on, let me pick out your clothes today" he looked her over "keep the underwear on"
"wait a minute!" she said angrily "I'll pick out my own clothes!"
"listen, you need to look like a slut of some kind"
"and I suppose you're the expert on that" she snorted
"as a matter of fact I am" he snapped "and if you want to attract Clark's attention, this is the way to do it"
Chloe faltered "I just wish he would notice me with having to be dressed like a hooker"
Whitney felt a pang of guilt "look, this is just to initiate it, if he's unreelable from there, he's not worth it"
Chloe smiled weakly and he returned to her wardrobe, rifling through it rather roughly.
"Watch it!" she said, wincing as her favourite top fell off the metal coathanger.
"Damn, Sullivan, you have so much good stuff" he said, throwing three or four skirts on the bed "why don't you ever wear any of it?"
She rolled her eyes "Despite what you and the rest of the male population think, we do not enjoy walking around in something even more risqué than our underwear in front of you animals"
He laughed "you don't seem to mind doing it now"
"Yeah, but you don't seem to care" she strutted over and looked at the clothes he'd chosen, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
"Who says I don't care?" he grumbled, satisfied with the small pile of garments, he shut both doors "now, you should wear this"
He held up an extra small skirt made out of black satin, the light bounced off the shiny material.
"Are you serious?" she squeaked "I wore that when I was six"
His brows rose so they disappeared under his fringe "You were quite a precocious child, weren't you?"
"Well it was bigger on me then!" she snapped, holding up the skirt in disbelief.
"Put it on" he said impatiently, reaching for a matching top "and this"
"No way" she looked at the low cut, skin tight, red singlet. She had once worn it as part of a devil costume when she was eight, but she had worn a long sleeved shirt underneath "It's-It's-"
"Small? Tight? Snug?" he offered, tossing it to her "It's supposed to be"
"how do girls do this?" she asked herself, hanging it over her arm. He smirked.
"Just get changed" she crossed her arms and waited for him to get out, but he began to make himself comfortable. She cleared her throat and he looked at her with a smiling indulgence, then returned to rummaging through her magazine collection, frowning every time he found a magazine he disliked.
"AHEM!" she said a little more obviously, he seemed annoyed now.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late"
"Get out!" she screeched, he jumped up.
"Sorry, it's just I thought-"
"What? That I'd let you see me get dressed?"
"Well-"
"Get out!" she repeated just as loudly, pointing to the window. He held up his hands in defeat.
"Fine, I'm going" he headed back to the way he came in. As he climbed out, Chloe let out a breath of air she had been holding for a long time. She dropped her robe and was thankful for the panties and bra she was wearing underneath because he popped back up and she screamed. His gaze dropped to her breasts and she grabbed her robe and ran to the window, slipping it on as she went.
"Bastard!"
"Huh?" he blinked, dazed.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I-I" he stuttered "Meet me at my car in ten minutes"
"Is that all?" she was too angry to be embarrassed "Get lost!" He went away quickly, imagining Chloe slipping that robe from her shoulders and running her hands over her stomach as she just did. Whitney slapped his cheek as he rested his hip on the car, begging himself to get those dirty Chloe thoughts out of his now filled head. Moments later he saw Chloe climbing out the window, backside fist. He looked away and crushed his lids together, thinking of a bath of ice, ice with frogs, snakes eating frogs, writhing around below him, Chloe writhing around below him...
"Hey, wake up" Chloe snapped her fingers in front of him, his eyes opened.
"Sorry" he opened the door for her, she hopped straight in, slamming it behind her so it was ripped out of his grasp. He jogged around and opened his door, sliding in with ease and vrooming the engine before starting.
"Look, I'm-"
"Sorry?" she said huffily "God, you're as predictable as you are annoying"
"That's unfair, it was an accident"
"sure it was" she said sarcastically
"It's not like that" he said sternly, not enjoying that accusation one bit.
"Oh? What is it like?"
"You're OK, Sullivan, I want to help you, and you want to help me, why can't you just accept that I have no ulterior motives? Why can't you just accept that this arrangement will benefit both of us?"
"Because it never does, I barely know you and we have to act like a couple, and all I wanted was clark and now it's all complicated"
"Stop with the dramatics, Chloe, you get to watch Clark squirm and you get to wear some tight clothes" she laughed at that, he was pleased he brought her out of that self-pitying demeanour that he hated.
"an added bonus" she admitted, tugging at her shirt, trying to cover the flat plain of her stomach. "Is it meant to be-" "yes" he interrupted, turning on the corner leading to the school. She pulled on her skirt and he grabbed her hand with his free one "Is it meant to be this-"
"Yes, stop wiggling about"
She grinned "I thought you like it when I wiggled"
"I do, just not that way" he said suggestively, she swatted his arm. "Remember to act lovey-dovey"
"huh? What do you mean 'lovey-dovey?'"
He looked uneasy "Holding hands and hugging and..er, kissing"
"kissing? But-but"
"I'll just do light ones" he said hastily "and you have to, um, look in my eyes" Chloe froze and then burst out laughing, she held her stomach as it began to hurt.
"Well, you have to" he said, clearly annoyed. She didn't stop laughing
"Hey, cut that out!" Whitney snapped, she clutched his shoulder, gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry" she wheezed "but when you said to look in to your..." she began a new round of laughter.
"We're here" he said, snapping her out of her laughter instantly.
They both climbed out and were relieved to find out that most of the student body had moved inside to building to avoid the immense heat and have full use of the air-conditioning. The moved to the front of the school and paused before entering, glancing at each other uncomfortably.
"Um, how should we?..."
"Uh, I'll just put my arm around here" he wrapped his long arm around her tiny waist and rested his hand on her hip. She tentatively put her arm around his back and her hand rested just beside his backside, he bit his lip but Chloe was too nervous to notice.
They both forced smiles as they prepared to enter "Remember" Whitney said through clenched teeth "Lovey-dovey"
They entered and chloe felt self-conscious as nearly all eyes turned to them, silence deafened her but she managed to walk confidently beside Whitney until the sound level returned to normal.
"now" said Whitney, looking at her lovingly "to face our friends" Chloe mirrored his look and nodded as they weaved through the crowd, most of the students parting before them.
OK, I can't believe this plot hasn't been used before, so if you recognise it and object to it, tell me now so I don't get sued. Reviews wanted and craved.