Chapter 8: Carpe Diem
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Oh God. I hear the footfalls on the stairs indicating the return of my tormenter. I rack my brain for a method of escape, but alas my mind fails me. I'm at the mercy of a dangerous delusional lesbian who has me tied up in my own bed. The longer I'm here, the dirtier I feel. I pray for superhuman strength as I pull at my restraints once again, but my attempt is futile as expected.
"Hey, Sweetie. Sorry for leaving so long. You hungry? I brought you some refreshments."
I stare at her and scowl at the tray she's holding. Strawberries and champagne. I'm famished, so I allow her to feed me the strawberries, but I draw the line at the champagne. I can only guess as to why she wants to liquor me up. The loving look she has on makes me realize that my only hope of escape is to play along. I'm not much of an actress, but she is crazy, so maybe I have a chance.
"How did things get so messed up, Tina?" I ask, trying the best I can to mask the disdain in my voice.
"You know I've asked myself the same question a million times. I'm not really sure - "
She stops mid-sentence before moving over to the window. She sports a look of disappointment before returning to my side and gagging me once again.
"Sorry, dear. Looks like we've got company."
She leaves me alone once again. The moment the door shuts, I'm tugging at my restraints again, as well as trying to scream. I make as much noise as I possibly can, but to no avail. I silently wonder with a slight shudder just how far I'm willing to play along.
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It's not that cold out, but I'm shaking in my boots. I can't believe I'm going to do this. My hands shake as I reach to knock on the door. My fist freezes before making contact. Why am I so nervous? I've never been this nervous in my entire life. Well it's not everyday you realize that you've been lying to yourself for ten years. And making a rash decision that could affect everyone around you is just - well, crazy. This isn't like me at all, but I realize I have to do this, if not just to help figure out who I am. I take out my compact and check my make-up and hair before reaching for the door once again.
The door quickly swings open without warning. There she is, the woman of my dreams in a sexy black number. I am frozen in place as I take her all in. She stands there barefoot, each toe painted carefully crimson red. Her slender but firm legs vanish into the bottom of her dress, the slits in the sides leaving much to mystery. My eyes make their way upward, admiring the narrow hips, the flat stomach, and the perky breasts. I peruse the supple nape of her neck, the flawless skin on her face, and the full lips begging to be ravished. Her hair frames her face perfectly and her eyes - mesmerizing. I could so easily drown in them.
"Chloe, what the hell are you doing here?" she asks, her voice breaking my concentration.
I feel the brood rushing to my face as a deep blush invades my cheeks. My mouth runs dry, my hands clench up. I gaze into her eyes, trying to come up with the right words. Instead, I say the first thing that comes to mind, and regret it the moment I utter them.
"Lana, I'm in love with you."
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At this point, I don't know whether to laugh or scream. How is it that in this world, Lana Lang can treat people like total crap, and then have them running to her doorstep and declaring their undying love for her? Is her life so damn charmed? Chloe continues to stand there, giving me a pleading look. I need to sit down, so I do. She follows me in, not waiting an invitation.
"Okay, that didn't come out the way I wanted it to. It's sort of a long story."
"Oh, I've got to hear this."
"You see, it all started with my mom. The reason she left my dad was because she fell in love with someone else. a woman. Now, as long as I remember I've had this huge crush on Clark, who wouldn't give me the time of day, cuz he was always mooning over you. But, Clark isn't even my type - he's all muscular and sweet, but he's too nice, and a bit of a dork. Sure I like sensitive guys, but I also like them to be insightful, to speak their mind, and to challenge me, you know? And I figured out it wasn't Clark I wanted. it was you all along."
"I projected my feelings for you onto Clark, because I wanted so bad to believe I was different from my mother. She ran out on my Dad, she ran out on me, and I never wanted to be like her. But I have to live up to who I am. I don't know if I'm a lesbian, or what, but I do know that the moment you broke it off with Clark, I should have been happy, I should have jumped Clark in his loft, but I couldn't. Because all I could think about at that moment was you."
I'm speechless. I stare at her. This incredibly smart, confident woman is breaking down in my living room, releasing all her secrets, letting herself be vulnerable in the most dangerous way. She's already half-crying and starting to shake as well. Then it hits me. All these people loving Lana, it wasn't right. She didn't deserve all this love. She really doesn't know how great her life is, all this time taking for granted the many people who care about her. Suddenly, I didn't feel so great about Lana Lang. She had the perfect life, and didn't even know it.
Overcome with emotion, I start to cry as well. Chloe closes the distance between us, and we cry together for completely different reasons. I could feel it in her embrace, the true love she had for Lana. My entire outlook changes, as I come upon an important realization: it's much better to be Lana Lang, than to be with Lana Lang. Now there's just one problem that needed to be dealt with: Smallville isn't big enough for the both of us. I look up at the stairs with a devilish grin and decide there's only one thing left to do.
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Oh God. I hear the footfalls on the stairs indicating the return of my tormenter. I rack my brain for a method of escape, but alas my mind fails me. I'm at the mercy of a dangerous delusional lesbian who has me tied up in my own bed. The longer I'm here, the dirtier I feel. I pray for superhuman strength as I pull at my restraints once again, but my attempt is futile as expected.
"Hey, Sweetie. Sorry for leaving so long. You hungry? I brought you some refreshments."
I stare at her and scowl at the tray she's holding. Strawberries and champagne. I'm famished, so I allow her to feed me the strawberries, but I draw the line at the champagne. I can only guess as to why she wants to liquor me up. The loving look she has on makes me realize that my only hope of escape is to play along. I'm not much of an actress, but she is crazy, so maybe I have a chance.
"How did things get so messed up, Tina?" I ask, trying the best I can to mask the disdain in my voice.
"You know I've asked myself the same question a million times. I'm not really sure - "
She stops mid-sentence before moving over to the window. She sports a look of disappointment before returning to my side and gagging me once again.
"Sorry, dear. Looks like we've got company."
She leaves me alone once again. The moment the door shuts, I'm tugging at my restraints again, as well as trying to scream. I make as much noise as I possibly can, but to no avail. I silently wonder with a slight shudder just how far I'm willing to play along.
~~~
It's not that cold out, but I'm shaking in my boots. I can't believe I'm going to do this. My hands shake as I reach to knock on the door. My fist freezes before making contact. Why am I so nervous? I've never been this nervous in my entire life. Well it's not everyday you realize that you've been lying to yourself for ten years. And making a rash decision that could affect everyone around you is just - well, crazy. This isn't like me at all, but I realize I have to do this, if not just to help figure out who I am. I take out my compact and check my make-up and hair before reaching for the door once again.
The door quickly swings open without warning. There she is, the woman of my dreams in a sexy black number. I am frozen in place as I take her all in. She stands there barefoot, each toe painted carefully crimson red. Her slender but firm legs vanish into the bottom of her dress, the slits in the sides leaving much to mystery. My eyes make their way upward, admiring the narrow hips, the flat stomach, and the perky breasts. I peruse the supple nape of her neck, the flawless skin on her face, and the full lips begging to be ravished. Her hair frames her face perfectly and her eyes - mesmerizing. I could so easily drown in them.
"Chloe, what the hell are you doing here?" she asks, her voice breaking my concentration.
I feel the brood rushing to my face as a deep blush invades my cheeks. My mouth runs dry, my hands clench up. I gaze into her eyes, trying to come up with the right words. Instead, I say the first thing that comes to mind, and regret it the moment I utter them.
"Lana, I'm in love with you."
~~~
At this point, I don't know whether to laugh or scream. How is it that in this world, Lana Lang can treat people like total crap, and then have them running to her doorstep and declaring their undying love for her? Is her life so damn charmed? Chloe continues to stand there, giving me a pleading look. I need to sit down, so I do. She follows me in, not waiting an invitation.
"Okay, that didn't come out the way I wanted it to. It's sort of a long story."
"Oh, I've got to hear this."
"You see, it all started with my mom. The reason she left my dad was because she fell in love with someone else. a woman. Now, as long as I remember I've had this huge crush on Clark, who wouldn't give me the time of day, cuz he was always mooning over you. But, Clark isn't even my type - he's all muscular and sweet, but he's too nice, and a bit of a dork. Sure I like sensitive guys, but I also like them to be insightful, to speak their mind, and to challenge me, you know? And I figured out it wasn't Clark I wanted. it was you all along."
"I projected my feelings for you onto Clark, because I wanted so bad to believe I was different from my mother. She ran out on my Dad, she ran out on me, and I never wanted to be like her. But I have to live up to who I am. I don't know if I'm a lesbian, or what, but I do know that the moment you broke it off with Clark, I should have been happy, I should have jumped Clark in his loft, but I couldn't. Because all I could think about at that moment was you."
I'm speechless. I stare at her. This incredibly smart, confident woman is breaking down in my living room, releasing all her secrets, letting herself be vulnerable in the most dangerous way. She's already half-crying and starting to shake as well. Then it hits me. All these people loving Lana, it wasn't right. She didn't deserve all this love. She really doesn't know how great her life is, all this time taking for granted the many people who care about her. Suddenly, I didn't feel so great about Lana Lang. She had the perfect life, and didn't even know it.
Overcome with emotion, I start to cry as well. Chloe closes the distance between us, and we cry together for completely different reasons. I could feel it in her embrace, the true love she had for Lana. My entire outlook changes, as I come upon an important realization: it's much better to be Lana Lang, than to be with Lana Lang. Now there's just one problem that needed to be dealt with: Smallville isn't big enough for the both of us. I look up at the stairs with a devilish grin and decide there's only one thing left to do.
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