CLARK:
"Chloe, what is going on?" I ask, getting directly to the point.
She looks at the sidewalk for a moment before answering.
"I just.I'm jealous okay!" she answers, looking nervously at me and biting her bottom lip.
"Jealous? What of?" I ask in astonishment, squinting a little against the harsh glare of the sun behind Chloe's head.
"Well." She hesitates again, this time focusing on her white sneakers. "Lana's more important to you than I am."
I can't help but wonder if there is a little truth behind her statement. True, I spend every moment I can with Lana. But it's not because she's more important to me then Chloe. Well, she is, but in a different way. Lana is the girl I love, and Chloe is my friend.
"Chloe.Lana isn't more important to me than you. You're my best friend, and no one could ever replace you. Comparing yourself to Lana is just stupid, your two different people with different qualities. You're both very important to me."
I look at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Is she still mad with me? She flicks back her blonde hair and looks at me with determined blue eyes.
"But you love her don't you." She says, more of a statement than a question.
"You already know the answer to that." I say, hoping Lana can't hear this conversation.
I sneak a peek at her through the Talons windows. She's busy serving, a bright smile on her face as she fixes orders. I watch the way she deftly moves through the crowed café, how she brings a radiance with her where ever she goes.
"Clark?" Chloe asks, looking angry once more.
"Yes Chloe?" I answer, focusing my attention back on the stubborn blonde figure.
"I am not just as important to you! You were just staring at Lana while I was trying to tell you something!"
"I'm sorry Chloe, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't listening." I answer, hoping that Chloe will get over it. "Now what did you want to tell me?"
"Nothing! It doesn't matter!" she shouts, and strides off down the street.
How can this be? It's been what, 16 hours, and I've managed to have a fight with two of my best friends. Is this all my fault? Am I just a terrible person?
"Clark? How did it go?" A feminine voice is a welcome intrusion from my thoughts.
I turn to face my raven-haired angel, the sight of her taking my breath away.
"It could have gone better." I answer.
"That bad huh? Tell me about, I'm on my break." She says, walking towards me.
We walk over to a nearby table, isolated because of the weather. I briefly wonder why Lana isn't cold, then smile as I see my coat still wrapped around her slender frame. She must have forgotten about it.
"Well, Chloe's jealous of you."
"Of me? Why?" She asks, a puzzled expression crossing her face.
I laugh at this. Another reason why I love this girl so much is because she's so modest. She doesn't realize just how special, just how perfect she really is.
"I guess that means she didn't really mean all that stuff about me being a bimbo then?" Lana muses, looking hopeful at the thought.
"Of course not. Chloe just needed an excuse to hate you."
"Why does she hate me?" Lana asks, a flicker of hurt crossing her beautiful eyes.
"She doesn't." I try to reassure her. "She was just jealous because.come to think of it, she never really told me. She did say that it was because she felt that you were more important to me then her, but even after I told her it wasn't true she didn't seem to like you."
"Now why would she think that I was more important to you than her?" Lana questions, gazing into my eyes.
"I don't know." I trail off, lost in her hypnotic eyes.
Subconsciously I move closer, dreaming about the touch of her soft, sweet lips. She continues to gaze at me, her gentle eyes pleading with me to continue.
At least that's what I want to see reflected there. It's moments like this I think I have a chance with Lana, moments like this that make my heart quicken in my chest as I dream about her tender kisses, her silken skin.
She's the one edging closer this time, causing my breath to quicken. I notice her eyes on my lips. maybe, just maybe.
"Lana, breaks over. We need you in here now." Nell's voice harshly interrupts the moment.
Lana gets up reluctantly to resume work, leaving me alone at the table. On the walk home I replay the moment over and over in my mind. Maybe one day it will be a reality.
~~~***~~~
"Chloe, what is going on?" I ask, getting directly to the point.
She looks at the sidewalk for a moment before answering.
"I just.I'm jealous okay!" she answers, looking nervously at me and biting her bottom lip.
"Jealous? What of?" I ask in astonishment, squinting a little against the harsh glare of the sun behind Chloe's head.
"Well." She hesitates again, this time focusing on her white sneakers. "Lana's more important to you than I am."
I can't help but wonder if there is a little truth behind her statement. True, I spend every moment I can with Lana. But it's not because she's more important to me then Chloe. Well, she is, but in a different way. Lana is the girl I love, and Chloe is my friend.
"Chloe.Lana isn't more important to me than you. You're my best friend, and no one could ever replace you. Comparing yourself to Lana is just stupid, your two different people with different qualities. You're both very important to me."
I look at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Is she still mad with me? She flicks back her blonde hair and looks at me with determined blue eyes.
"But you love her don't you." She says, more of a statement than a question.
"You already know the answer to that." I say, hoping Lana can't hear this conversation.
I sneak a peek at her through the Talons windows. She's busy serving, a bright smile on her face as she fixes orders. I watch the way she deftly moves through the crowed café, how she brings a radiance with her where ever she goes.
"Clark?" Chloe asks, looking angry once more.
"Yes Chloe?" I answer, focusing my attention back on the stubborn blonde figure.
"I am not just as important to you! You were just staring at Lana while I was trying to tell you something!"
"I'm sorry Chloe, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't listening." I answer, hoping that Chloe will get over it. "Now what did you want to tell me?"
"Nothing! It doesn't matter!" she shouts, and strides off down the street.
How can this be? It's been what, 16 hours, and I've managed to have a fight with two of my best friends. Is this all my fault? Am I just a terrible person?
"Clark? How did it go?" A feminine voice is a welcome intrusion from my thoughts.
I turn to face my raven-haired angel, the sight of her taking my breath away.
"It could have gone better." I answer.
"That bad huh? Tell me about, I'm on my break." She says, walking towards me.
We walk over to a nearby table, isolated because of the weather. I briefly wonder why Lana isn't cold, then smile as I see my coat still wrapped around her slender frame. She must have forgotten about it.
"Well, Chloe's jealous of you."
"Of me? Why?" She asks, a puzzled expression crossing her face.
I laugh at this. Another reason why I love this girl so much is because she's so modest. She doesn't realize just how special, just how perfect she really is.
"I guess that means she didn't really mean all that stuff about me being a bimbo then?" Lana muses, looking hopeful at the thought.
"Of course not. Chloe just needed an excuse to hate you."
"Why does she hate me?" Lana asks, a flicker of hurt crossing her beautiful eyes.
"She doesn't." I try to reassure her. "She was just jealous because.come to think of it, she never really told me. She did say that it was because she felt that you were more important to me then her, but even after I told her it wasn't true she didn't seem to like you."
"Now why would she think that I was more important to you than her?" Lana questions, gazing into my eyes.
"I don't know." I trail off, lost in her hypnotic eyes.
Subconsciously I move closer, dreaming about the touch of her soft, sweet lips. She continues to gaze at me, her gentle eyes pleading with me to continue.
At least that's what I want to see reflected there. It's moments like this I think I have a chance with Lana, moments like this that make my heart quicken in my chest as I dream about her tender kisses, her silken skin.
She's the one edging closer this time, causing my breath to quicken. I notice her eyes on my lips. maybe, just maybe.
"Lana, breaks over. We need you in here now." Nell's voice harshly interrupts the moment.
Lana gets up reluctantly to resume work, leaving me alone at the table. On the walk home I replay the moment over and over in my mind. Maybe one day it will be a reality.
~~~***~~~
