(A/N: Ok, this is my first fic in a long time and my VERY first fan fic, so please be gentle!  But I do want to know what you think, and if I should continue, so please review! Oh, and I don't own Smallville Blah Blah Blah, and I don't own the song either . . . . it's on the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack.  I know it sounds incredibly teeny-boppish, but it really is a good song I promise.  Don't hold too much hope for the rest of the album though! LoL.)

This is the place where I sit

This is the part where I love you too much

Is this as hard as it gets?

'Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough

Chloe sat on her bed, the tears flowing endlessly down her cheeks.  She had just spent another night hearing Clark talk about how Lana didn't know he existed, how hard it was to not let his feelings show and how scared he was of letting Lana know how he really felt.   She finally snapped at Clark and when he asked what was wrong she made some lame excuse about being tired and came home, only to run into Lana.  She said nothing and just ran up to her room, mumbling about having to clean or something of that nature.

Chloe was broken, and no one was there to make her right. She hurt in ways she didn't know was imaginable, and the worst part was there was no shoulder for her to cry on.  She cleaned everything she could; her room was now spotless.  That's what Chloe did when she had feelings, when she had passion and couldn't shake it off.  She cleaned, and wrote.  But that wasn't happening tonight.  Things were just too screwed up in her head, and in her heart.  But now there was nothing else to focus her energy on, and reality hit her hard in the heart.  So hard she bent over, sobbing.  It hurt.  Everything hurt.  She just couldn't seem to do anything but sit there and cry.  And cry.  And cry. 

I can't take this anymore.  It's not fair.  I just can't.   The thoughts that ran through Chloe's head barely made sense, but they conveyed what she was feeling perfectly; broken, confused; used.

I'm here if you want me

I'm yours you can hold me

I'm empty and taken

And tumblin' and breakin'

All Chloe wanted was for someone to hold her.  Of course, Chloe always had wanted Clark to hold her, but anyone would be fine right now.  She wasn't like Lana, who had a guy's attention all the time.  There wasn't always someone there who wanted to know how Chloe felt and wanted to make sure she was okay.  That was what Chloe needed, but no one was there.  Chloe had never felt so alone in her life.

Chloe felt like she had wasted her life.  She kept trying and trying and trying to be a good friend hoping one day it would all pay off.  But it all seemed so incredibly hopeless.  And that was when Chloe realized she really didn't have anyone else.  If any guy had expressed even a slight interest in Chloe, she had no interest in them, because she thought one day she would have Clark.  But nights like this made it all seem so worthless.