Author's note: I hope you guys like this and PLEASE review. I beg you.
I'm at your mercy. If you don't like something about it or think I'm a
sucky writer, just tell me! (And also tell me why, please.) I really want
to improve.
*BTW, I'll be skipping around through point of views.
Chloe threw a funky purple beaded skirt across the room. She scanned her closet, it was almost empty. On the opposite side of the spectrum, you couldn't even see her floor because of the mass amounts of clothes covering it. There were still a few things left in the closet and she decided to try those before despairing. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she's done interviews before and she's never worried this much about her appearance. 'That's because it wasn't with Lex.' She reminded herself. 'So? I don't like Lex that way.' She retorted. 'Sure you don't.' Was the response, slathered in sarcasm. Even Chloe's thoughts were sardonic. She shook her head violently; schizophrenia was NOT good. What did it matter how she looked? It was just another interview, right? It was just Lex, no one special, just Lex. So then why was she so nervous?
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Lex was sitting in his library; book in hand, waiting for Chloe to arrive. When he heard his maid stirring to answer the door, he threw the worn leather book to the side and hurried down to stop her. He wanted to greet Chloe himself. He opened the door with a smirk and let her in. He took her in. Wow. She looked a lot better than the other night. Today, she looked really hot. 'Okay, underage girl here, really should not be thinking about her like that. Time to change the subject.' "Shall we begin, or would you like coffee first?"
Chloe smiled and held up the Styrofoam cup in her hand, plastered with the label 'The TALON', she cocked her head ever-so-slightly to the side in a very Chloe gesture. "It's my life force." She explained. "I had to be prepared in case you didn't offer."
Lex feigned hurt. "Me? Not be a perfect gentleman and observe my duties well as host? Never."
Chloe's smile brightened. "I couldn't imagine. Now what's say we go start this interview?" She didn't want to seem too anxious but she couldn't help it, this was, after all, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. She followed the Luthor heir up the extravagantly large steps to his office. He sat down in the large worn-looking leather sofa and she followed his lead.
He laid back into the seat, stretching, making himself comfortable. Then he asked, "So what do you want to know?"
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As she reached inside her purse for her camera, she tried to calm herself down. She couldn't get her heart to stop beating so quickly. It was loud, too; she was amazed Lex hadn't heard it yet. She had never been this nervous about anything before. She was very pleased with the outfit she had picked, though. She was wearing a reddish-pink shirt with billowing sleeves that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She had a deep brown, knee-length skirt on and she completed the outfit with knee- high, tan boots. She wasn't sure if she looked good but when she saw Lex's approving glance, she knew she did. She had to admit, he looked really good, too. He was wearing a pale blue tight shirt that accentuated his eyes. and his muscles. She looked up into his eyes and saw Lex looking at her expectantly. 'Right, the interview.' She thought and hoped that he hadn't seen her gawking.
She turned the camera on, hit record, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. She faced him, took a deep breath and asked him, "So, is there anything that you'd like to cover, you know, for PR reasons or whatever, first, before I go off on my tangent?" and looked up at him. It was then that she realized just how close they were sitting -not that she had a problem with it.
Lex grinned at her. "I was actually thinking that we could trade; question for question and if you don't answer mine, then I don't answer yours. How does that sound?"
She grinned back. "That sounds like a pretty fair deal; I'll go first." Lex smirked, that was obviously the answer he had been anticipating. "Why do you want to ask me questions?"
His eyebrows rose, she had caught him off guard with that question. That he hadn't been expecting. "Well," He began. "You seem to be a very interesting person, from what I've seen of you and from what Clark has told me of you, but I've never really gotten to know you. I'd like to do that." Chloe's face was now tinged with a light, lovely shade of pink; she couldn't help it, he sounded so sincere and this is Lex Luthor we're talking about. With him, compliments like that and sincerity were really hard to come by. "Now," He said. "I do believe that it's my turn to ask you a question."
He seemed to consider his question for a moment and then asked cautiously, "Do you still like Clark, despite all of the trials you two have had?"
Now it was Chloe's turn to be surprised. Quite honestly, Clark was the last person on her mind right now. She hesitated slightly and then responded. "To answer your question, no, I don't like Clark that way." She could have sworn that she saw Lex breathe a sigh of relief. "But not so much because of all of the things that he puts me through, more because he's too blinded by the ever lovely and effervescent Miss Lang to even notice that I even exist."
"That's his loss, and some other lucky man's gain. He leaned in closer to her. He was no longer looking at her eyes, but her lips. "Some guys just don't realize what they have." Then, suddenly his lips were on hers. Chloe's body, seemingly of its own volition, responded almost immediately. But then, Chloe, startled, broke away.
"I've got to go to the bathroom." She said quickly as she ran out of the room. Lex scolded himself. 'You idiot! Why'd you make a move? She obviously doesn't like you like that. Now she's never going to talk to you again. So much for having a genius IQ.'
Chloe ran as fast as she could down the corridor. After trying about seven or eight different doors, she finally found a bathroom. She ran into it, locked the door, and pressed her back against the wall. She took a deep breath. 'Now what was that?' She glanced at her reflection in the elegant full-length mirror hanging on the wall. She looked a little flushed and her hair was a little messed up, but aside from that she didn't look half bad. She breathed deeply and waited until she had regained her composure before she dared venture outside. She took slow steps on the plush, deep red rug that was most likely an antique. Finally she saw the door to Lex's office and stepped inside. She grabbed her purse and said to him, "Well, thanks so much for the interview, but I've really got to go. Bye Lex." And with that she scampered quickly down the steps and out the front door headed towards her car.
Lex looked down at the table and saw Chloe's camera. He was about to go run it out to her, but then he got an idea. His mouth spread wide in a grin. He just hoped this would work.
Chloe threw a funky purple beaded skirt across the room. She scanned her closet, it was almost empty. On the opposite side of the spectrum, you couldn't even see her floor because of the mass amounts of clothes covering it. There were still a few things left in the closet and she decided to try those before despairing. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she's done interviews before and she's never worried this much about her appearance. 'That's because it wasn't with Lex.' She reminded herself. 'So? I don't like Lex that way.' She retorted. 'Sure you don't.' Was the response, slathered in sarcasm. Even Chloe's thoughts were sardonic. She shook her head violently; schizophrenia was NOT good. What did it matter how she looked? It was just another interview, right? It was just Lex, no one special, just Lex. So then why was she so nervous?
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Lex was sitting in his library; book in hand, waiting for Chloe to arrive. When he heard his maid stirring to answer the door, he threw the worn leather book to the side and hurried down to stop her. He wanted to greet Chloe himself. He opened the door with a smirk and let her in. He took her in. Wow. She looked a lot better than the other night. Today, she looked really hot. 'Okay, underage girl here, really should not be thinking about her like that. Time to change the subject.' "Shall we begin, or would you like coffee first?"
Chloe smiled and held up the Styrofoam cup in her hand, plastered with the label 'The TALON', she cocked her head ever-so-slightly to the side in a very Chloe gesture. "It's my life force." She explained. "I had to be prepared in case you didn't offer."
Lex feigned hurt. "Me? Not be a perfect gentleman and observe my duties well as host? Never."
Chloe's smile brightened. "I couldn't imagine. Now what's say we go start this interview?" She didn't want to seem too anxious but she couldn't help it, this was, after all, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. She followed the Luthor heir up the extravagantly large steps to his office. He sat down in the large worn-looking leather sofa and she followed his lead.
He laid back into the seat, stretching, making himself comfortable. Then he asked, "So what do you want to know?"
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As she reached inside her purse for her camera, she tried to calm herself down. She couldn't get her heart to stop beating so quickly. It was loud, too; she was amazed Lex hadn't heard it yet. She had never been this nervous about anything before. She was very pleased with the outfit she had picked, though. She was wearing a reddish-pink shirt with billowing sleeves that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She had a deep brown, knee-length skirt on and she completed the outfit with knee- high, tan boots. She wasn't sure if she looked good but when she saw Lex's approving glance, she knew she did. She had to admit, he looked really good, too. He was wearing a pale blue tight shirt that accentuated his eyes. and his muscles. She looked up into his eyes and saw Lex looking at her expectantly. 'Right, the interview.' She thought and hoped that he hadn't seen her gawking.
She turned the camera on, hit record, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. She faced him, took a deep breath and asked him, "So, is there anything that you'd like to cover, you know, for PR reasons or whatever, first, before I go off on my tangent?" and looked up at him. It was then that she realized just how close they were sitting -not that she had a problem with it.
Lex grinned at her. "I was actually thinking that we could trade; question for question and if you don't answer mine, then I don't answer yours. How does that sound?"
She grinned back. "That sounds like a pretty fair deal; I'll go first." Lex smirked, that was obviously the answer he had been anticipating. "Why do you want to ask me questions?"
His eyebrows rose, she had caught him off guard with that question. That he hadn't been expecting. "Well," He began. "You seem to be a very interesting person, from what I've seen of you and from what Clark has told me of you, but I've never really gotten to know you. I'd like to do that." Chloe's face was now tinged with a light, lovely shade of pink; she couldn't help it, he sounded so sincere and this is Lex Luthor we're talking about. With him, compliments like that and sincerity were really hard to come by. "Now," He said. "I do believe that it's my turn to ask you a question."
He seemed to consider his question for a moment and then asked cautiously, "Do you still like Clark, despite all of the trials you two have had?"
Now it was Chloe's turn to be surprised. Quite honestly, Clark was the last person on her mind right now. She hesitated slightly and then responded. "To answer your question, no, I don't like Clark that way." She could have sworn that she saw Lex breathe a sigh of relief. "But not so much because of all of the things that he puts me through, more because he's too blinded by the ever lovely and effervescent Miss Lang to even notice that I even exist."
"That's his loss, and some other lucky man's gain. He leaned in closer to her. He was no longer looking at her eyes, but her lips. "Some guys just don't realize what they have." Then, suddenly his lips were on hers. Chloe's body, seemingly of its own volition, responded almost immediately. But then, Chloe, startled, broke away.
"I've got to go to the bathroom." She said quickly as she ran out of the room. Lex scolded himself. 'You idiot! Why'd you make a move? She obviously doesn't like you like that. Now she's never going to talk to you again. So much for having a genius IQ.'
Chloe ran as fast as she could down the corridor. After trying about seven or eight different doors, she finally found a bathroom. She ran into it, locked the door, and pressed her back against the wall. She took a deep breath. 'Now what was that?' She glanced at her reflection in the elegant full-length mirror hanging on the wall. She looked a little flushed and her hair was a little messed up, but aside from that she didn't look half bad. She breathed deeply and waited until she had regained her composure before she dared venture outside. She took slow steps on the plush, deep red rug that was most likely an antique. Finally she saw the door to Lex's office and stepped inside. She grabbed her purse and said to him, "Well, thanks so much for the interview, but I've really got to go. Bye Lex." And with that she scampered quickly down the steps and out the front door headed towards her car.
Lex looked down at the table and saw Chloe's camera. He was about to go run it out to her, but then he got an idea. His mouth spread wide in a grin. He just hoped this would work.