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Rating: PG-13…cause then the rabbits can come…0_0

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A/N: Aiiieee!!!! Thank you ALL for your encouraging and supportive reviews. And for those who I didn't mention in the last chapter – I'm worry. It was late and I really wanted to get it out, and I couldn't figure out the best way to work it in right. Who knows? I might do something like that planned for the future…I do plan on doing this for a long while. :D. Expect unexpected twists come Spring Formal time. Anyways, here's the standard apology for not writing this for a long time – busy with school, art, friends, blah blah blah. I'll try to remember this more often though…yay!  

NOW…on with the show!!!!

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Of Mice and Men

Calette

Ahhh, the sweet sound of success. Is that Chloe Sullivan's panicked shriek I hear piercing the evening air? Clark must have gotten my letter.

Oh.

Pity.

He didn't read it.

Too bad, it was *quite* an interesting read. Something to do with himself, Chloe, the loft, and a lack of clothes and abundence of chocolate body paint…

Oh well.

That was just for fun anyways.

The REAL fun is next week.

Do I need a corsage for the formal?

It's going to be one hell of a night…

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Martha and Clark just stared at Chloe in shock.

"Are you sure this is your diary page Chlo?" Asked Clark.

"No Clark, this is not my handwriting. I am completely imagining this." Chloe's voice dripped with scarasm. She found a nearby mound of hay to flop on. "This freak has my diary, and I don't know what to do if he starts sending pages to everyone!"

"Chloe, just calm down – "

"Calm down Clark? There is seriously personal stuff in there!" Chloe said, exasperated.

"Let's call the police, maybe they can do something." Offered Martha. This just generated stares from the two teens.

"Mom, if there's *one* thing you've learned in Smallville, what is it?"

"Metor rocks have strange effects on people?"

"No Mrs. Kent. The police can't do anything. As is demonstrated countless times this year…"

"Ahh. I see. I'm going to..uhhh…go check on your father." Martha rushed out of there. She sensed she had intruded upon something before between them…

"So C – man, what are we going to do?" Chloe said, calling Clark a nickname nobody had used but her for years.

"We need clues first to be able to actually do anything." Clark pointed out.

"We do. The hair."

"Chloe. You cannot find someone only on a single piece of hair."

"What about DNA?"

"Oh yes Chloe, let's just take it behind that wall right there where I keep my secret CAN lab for things just like this." Clark said, his eyes staring down at Chloe, the absurdness of her statement bearing down upon her.

"Humph. And you say I'm scarastic."

"Yes, yes I do." Ugh, that infruating – and irrisestable – million watt Kent smile. It should be outlawed for Clark to use that smile at anytime.

"So, anyways, getting back on track…" Clark started off.

"Track? We had a track now? I was not aware of this track." Chloe said innocently.

"You know what I mean. The dance."

"Ahhh yes, the dance…what about it?""

"What's you're dress like?"

"Argh! Clark! We have been through this. I don't have dress yet!"

Clark stood up, offering his hand to Chloe.

"What are you doing Clark?"

"You're not going to be able to get that dress just sitting down." He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up.

"Clark. You're forgetting two very important things."

"And what are those?"

"You need money to buy a dress."

"No you don't!" He said, a lopsided grin painted on his face. Chloe just laughed at him.

"You also need a open store."

"There's none open?"

"Clark, look at the time. It's Sunday. Past 6. No, there are not any stores open then."

"Well then." Clark just said, as be began to push her out towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Chloe said, laughing, her voice light and musical.

"You have to go home now."

"And why is that?"

"You need your sleep if you're going to get up bright and early to get to the store!" Clark said cheerfully as he pushed her out of the barn door.

Chloe just stared back at him for a minuite, laughed, then headed home. Maybe Dad was back by now…

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A/N: Alright alright alright. I get it. This is an insanly short chapter. But I just wanted to end this scene. And it dragged on enough. Next chapter will be up soon. I PROMISE. I'll even start working on it now…