Title: Slipping Away
Author: Reia
Disclaimer: Smallville does not belong to me. Sad but true.
Summary/Rating: Chlark PG13 - Journals have been known to help one express their feelings. A Smallvillian makes use of that expression when a teacher assigns the class to writing a journal over the summer,
Author's Note: Songs used in this chapter belong to Aaliyah (rip 2001) & Pink. Slightly AU using bits of season 1 and even smaller bits of season 2.
Shadows are falling, all over town
I am not stupid, nor am I an idiot. I am very much aware of my surroundings and the people that I come into contact with daily. When something goes wrong I can pretty much pinpoint the moment that it started to unravel. Most people do not notice when their life starts to fall apart. As for me I that was the only thing I could focus on.
Another night and these blues got me down
I blame myself for the rift in my life. Funny thing about people, they never want to take the blame for their own actions. I do not seem to have that problem. My pain is just as much my fault as it is anyone else's. I refuse to throw a pity party. I am satisfied in keeping it as just a solitary affair.
Oh misery, I sure could use some company
My life started to unravel during a moment that I thought would go down as one of the greatest and happiest memories of my teenage years. Now I realize that I should have said no. At least that would have just left me with questioning myself about What if?. Instead I am left in shambles.
Since you've been gone I aint been the same
. . . . . . . . . .
"Hey Clark. How's it going?" Clark smiled at the lovely dark haired girl standing before him.
"Hey Lana. Everything's great."
She glanced down at the writing notebook in front of him. Getting started on Mr. Polish's writing assignment?"
"Yeah. I might as well get started."
"Writing a summer journal should be fun." Lana said as she sat down. "So what are you plans for the summer?"
Clark shrugged. "The usual. Work around the fall. Hang out with Pete whenever I can. What about you? Are you going to visit Nell still?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow. Gabe is going to drive me into Metropolis since he needs to go there anyway for some business with the plant."
"Chloe already left for the Daily Planet?"
"Didn't she tell you? She didn't get the internship this year."
"No, she didn't." He shrugged. "I guess I've been a little to preoccupied lately. So who's going to manage the Talon while you're gone?"
"Lex hired someone to look after the place." Lana stood up. "I really have to get going. I'll call and email you as much as possible. Kay?"
"Kay. Have fun see you later."
Chloe watched Clark as he watched Lana leaving the café. She sighed and went back to her own writing. Neither Clark nor Lana had noticed her sitting alone in the corner.
I carry this weight like an old ball and chain
. . . . . . . . . .
The house was silent and empty when Chloe woke the next morning. She rolled out of bed and shoved her feet into her favorite pair of Scooby Doo slippers. Not able to deny the pleas of her stomach she ignored the teasing of her bladder and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
As she prepared breakfast she grabbed the spatula and pretended to be a famous TV personality. "Well Chloe, baby, you have the whole house to yourself for the summer. What are your plans?"
"Well Regis, darling, my plans are to do the unplanned. Carpe diem is my motto."
She smelled something burning. "Oh crap, my eggs."
After getting rid of the burnt product and starting over she sat down to breakfast. Once she finished eating she cleared away the dishes and headed back to her room. One hour later she emerged clean and smelling oh so good.
It dawned on her as she stood in the empty living room, "Gee, all cleaned up with nothing to do." She sighed and sat down on the living room sofa. Picking up the remote she began to flip through the stations.
After ten minutes of aimless flipping she threw the remote at the TV missing it by scarce centimeters.
"Who am I kidding? Being alone sucks." She screamed.
. . . . . . . . . .
What would I do if one strange morning
I don't know, maybe I am an idiot. Or just someone who doesn't recognize a good thing when it's staring you right in the face. Is loss of friendship worth all this crap? I know I made a mistake. So, why does it have to be different from all the others? Why can't a simple apology just make it go away? Regret is not a good feeling.
I opened my eyes to find you gone
Never again will I take some precious to me for granted. But it's now to late for what I have already lost. It hurts so much. This is the most pain that I have ever experienced in my life.
I can't imagine how I would survive
I should stop pitying myself though. It is my fault that I am in this predicament. I should have never opened my big mouth. I opened my big mouth and made the biggest mistake of my life. For that I suffer.
I can't imagine how I would go on
. . . . . . . . . .
Clark closed his journal and set it aside. He stood up and walked over to his telescope. Instead of looking through the lenses he picked up the telephone next to it and dialed a very familiar number.
Chloe paused in her writing to answer the phone on its third ring, "Hello?"
Silence answered. Clark was at lost for words.
"Hello?"
He had no reason for calling.
"Hey buster, I can here you breathing."
Clark hung up.
Chloe listened to the dial tone. "Idiot."
She tapped the phone's antenna against her chin in a thoughtful manner. Then she began to dial.
Clark stared at the phone through two rings before picking it up on the third. "Hello?"
Chloe couldn't find the voice to speak.
"Hello?"
She could not think of a reason for calling him.
"Listen, I know…"
She hung up.
"…it's you Chloe. I just want to say that I…" Clark realized he was talking to a dial tone.
TBC
Author: Reia
Disclaimer: Smallville does not belong to me. Sad but true.
Summary/Rating: Chlark PG13 - Journals have been known to help one express their feelings. A Smallvillian makes use of that expression when a teacher assigns the class to writing a journal over the summer,
Author's Note: Songs used in this chapter belong to Aaliyah (rip 2001) & Pink. Slightly AU using bits of season 1 and even smaller bits of season 2.
Shadows are falling, all over town
I am not stupid, nor am I an idiot. I am very much aware of my surroundings and the people that I come into contact with daily. When something goes wrong I can pretty much pinpoint the moment that it started to unravel. Most people do not notice when their life starts to fall apart. As for me I that was the only thing I could focus on.
Another night and these blues got me down
I blame myself for the rift in my life. Funny thing about people, they never want to take the blame for their own actions. I do not seem to have that problem. My pain is just as much my fault as it is anyone else's. I refuse to throw a pity party. I am satisfied in keeping it as just a solitary affair.
Oh misery, I sure could use some company
My life started to unravel during a moment that I thought would go down as one of the greatest and happiest memories of my teenage years. Now I realize that I should have said no. At least that would have just left me with questioning myself about What if?. Instead I am left in shambles.
Since you've been gone I aint been the same
. . . . . . . . . .
"Hey Clark. How's it going?" Clark smiled at the lovely dark haired girl standing before him.
"Hey Lana. Everything's great."
She glanced down at the writing notebook in front of him. Getting started on Mr. Polish's writing assignment?"
"Yeah. I might as well get started."
"Writing a summer journal should be fun." Lana said as she sat down. "So what are you plans for the summer?"
Clark shrugged. "The usual. Work around the fall. Hang out with Pete whenever I can. What about you? Are you going to visit Nell still?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow. Gabe is going to drive me into Metropolis since he needs to go there anyway for some business with the plant."
"Chloe already left for the Daily Planet?"
"Didn't she tell you? She didn't get the internship this year."
"No, she didn't." He shrugged. "I guess I've been a little to preoccupied lately. So who's going to manage the Talon while you're gone?"
"Lex hired someone to look after the place." Lana stood up. "I really have to get going. I'll call and email you as much as possible. Kay?"
"Kay. Have fun see you later."
Chloe watched Clark as he watched Lana leaving the café. She sighed and went back to her own writing. Neither Clark nor Lana had noticed her sitting alone in the corner.
I carry this weight like an old ball and chain
. . . . . . . . . .
The house was silent and empty when Chloe woke the next morning. She rolled out of bed and shoved her feet into her favorite pair of Scooby Doo slippers. Not able to deny the pleas of her stomach she ignored the teasing of her bladder and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
As she prepared breakfast she grabbed the spatula and pretended to be a famous TV personality. "Well Chloe, baby, you have the whole house to yourself for the summer. What are your plans?"
"Well Regis, darling, my plans are to do the unplanned. Carpe diem is my motto."
She smelled something burning. "Oh crap, my eggs."
After getting rid of the burnt product and starting over she sat down to breakfast. Once she finished eating she cleared away the dishes and headed back to her room. One hour later she emerged clean and smelling oh so good.
It dawned on her as she stood in the empty living room, "Gee, all cleaned up with nothing to do." She sighed and sat down on the living room sofa. Picking up the remote she began to flip through the stations.
After ten minutes of aimless flipping she threw the remote at the TV missing it by scarce centimeters.
"Who am I kidding? Being alone sucks." She screamed.
. . . . . . . . . .
What would I do if one strange morning
I don't know, maybe I am an idiot. Or just someone who doesn't recognize a good thing when it's staring you right in the face. Is loss of friendship worth all this crap? I know I made a mistake. So, why does it have to be different from all the others? Why can't a simple apology just make it go away? Regret is not a good feeling.
I opened my eyes to find you gone
Never again will I take some precious to me for granted. But it's now to late for what I have already lost. It hurts so much. This is the most pain that I have ever experienced in my life.
I can't imagine how I would survive
I should stop pitying myself though. It is my fault that I am in this predicament. I should have never opened my big mouth. I opened my big mouth and made the biggest mistake of my life. For that I suffer.
I can't imagine how I would go on
. . . . . . . . . .
Clark closed his journal and set it aside. He stood up and walked over to his telescope. Instead of looking through the lenses he picked up the telephone next to it and dialed a very familiar number.
Chloe paused in her writing to answer the phone on its third ring, "Hello?"
Silence answered. Clark was at lost for words.
"Hello?"
He had no reason for calling.
"Hey buster, I can here you breathing."
Clark hung up.
Chloe listened to the dial tone. "Idiot."
She tapped the phone's antenna against her chin in a thoughtful manner. Then she began to dial.
Clark stared at the phone through two rings before picking it up on the third. "Hello?"
Chloe couldn't find the voice to speak.
"Hello?"
She could not think of a reason for calling him.
"Listen, I know…"
She hung up.
"…it's you Chloe. I just want to say that I…" Clark realized he was talking to a dial tone.
TBC