A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, including qwertygirl. To answer your
question would be giving away the best part of the story though! I might
have to hold off and let you find out for yourself.
On a different note, I am kind of "borrowing" an idea from another fanfic writer, butterfly starr. If you can tell me who sings these lyrics, I will give you a special character in the story. Email me @ goldengirl04@sbcglobal.net with your answers. Ok, here we go:
I'd like to buy you flowers everyday,
Make everyday a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you and the things you do
The things you do.
Hint: gutterball!!!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. . . I don't own Smallville, so don't sue me!
ON WITH THE STORY!
Clark started running down the halls of the school until his figure was just a blur. He caught up to Chloe first.
"Chloe, what happened? Why are you running?"
Chloe's eyes were red and tears still streamed from them.
"Clark, I'm tired of Lana always being one step ahead of me."
Clark grabbed her hand and said, "Chloe, why would you say that? You know you are one of my best friends. . ."
"I heard everything you told Lana, Clark. Just tell me one thing: why did you tell her first?"
Hearing no response from Clark, Chloe started backing away.
Realizing she was about to walk out on what might be something great, he said, "Chloe, up until today, I always thought of you as just a friend. It's hard for me to think of you as anything else."
"Clark, unlike Lana, I'm not scared of you. You've never done anything to me that would make me afraid of you. I just want a chance as your girlfriend."
Clark had no idea how to handle the situation. "Chloe, I honestly don't know what to say," he couldn't stop himself from continuing, "but you know I have always loved Lana. And to find out that she loves me back. . . I would like to give the two of us a chance."
"Then that's all I need to know for now." She turned slowly around and started walking away. With one last glance, Chloe quietly said, "You've lost something great, Clark. I don't know if I will still be here when you come looking for me again." A lone tear escaped from her eyelid and Clark wiped it away.
"Clark, don't. . . I have to go." Chloe left Clark standing in the middle of the deserted hallways.
As Clark watched Chloe walk away, he realized how lonely he had become. Would he be alone all his life because he was different?
Clark glanced at the clock and realized it was only about 12:30, or lunchtime. Somehow it felt a lot later, like he had aged a lifetime. This wish was becoming one of his worst nightmares.
Clark hurriedly ran out of the building. It was a good thing he had lunch, because he had to talk to Lex.
***********
As Clark headed over to the Luthor mansion, he dialed Lex's cell phone. Lex answered with a distracted, "Hello? Lex Luthor speaking."
"Lex, it's Clark? I need to talk to you."
Hearing it was Clark, Lex pushed away the papers he was studying.
"Clark, where are you?"
"It's lunch at school. Do you think I could drop by for a while?"
Lex tapped a finger on his oak desk and said, "You know you're welcome here, Clark. Do you need a ride. . ."
At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring. Lex grinned ruefully, for if it was anyone other than Clark Kent he would wonder how someone could get over so fast.
Clark jogged into the room as the butler let him in. He paced back and forth across the expensive Persian rug until he saw Lex.
"Clark, why don't we go into my office?"
Lex lead the way and Clark followed.
Clark started off by saying, "Lex, I know you constantly wonder about the day I saved your life. Today, you will finally find out the truth. . ."
A/N: This chapter is fairly short, and I'm sorry for it. However, I felt that I cleared up some things and it was long enough. Please leave a review so I know if I'm doing things right, and to leave an idea for the story. All comments are appreciated.
On a different note, I am kind of "borrowing" an idea from another fanfic writer, butterfly starr. If you can tell me who sings these lyrics, I will give you a special character in the story. Email me @ goldengirl04@sbcglobal.net with your answers. Ok, here we go:
I'd like to buy you flowers everyday,
Make everyday a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you and the things you do
The things you do.
Hint: gutterball!!!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. . . I don't own Smallville, so don't sue me!
ON WITH THE STORY!
Clark started running down the halls of the school until his figure was just a blur. He caught up to Chloe first.
"Chloe, what happened? Why are you running?"
Chloe's eyes were red and tears still streamed from them.
"Clark, I'm tired of Lana always being one step ahead of me."
Clark grabbed her hand and said, "Chloe, why would you say that? You know you are one of my best friends. . ."
"I heard everything you told Lana, Clark. Just tell me one thing: why did you tell her first?"
Hearing no response from Clark, Chloe started backing away.
Realizing she was about to walk out on what might be something great, he said, "Chloe, up until today, I always thought of you as just a friend. It's hard for me to think of you as anything else."
"Clark, unlike Lana, I'm not scared of you. You've never done anything to me that would make me afraid of you. I just want a chance as your girlfriend."
Clark had no idea how to handle the situation. "Chloe, I honestly don't know what to say," he couldn't stop himself from continuing, "but you know I have always loved Lana. And to find out that she loves me back. . . I would like to give the two of us a chance."
"Then that's all I need to know for now." She turned slowly around and started walking away. With one last glance, Chloe quietly said, "You've lost something great, Clark. I don't know if I will still be here when you come looking for me again." A lone tear escaped from her eyelid and Clark wiped it away.
"Clark, don't. . . I have to go." Chloe left Clark standing in the middle of the deserted hallways.
As Clark watched Chloe walk away, he realized how lonely he had become. Would he be alone all his life because he was different?
Clark glanced at the clock and realized it was only about 12:30, or lunchtime. Somehow it felt a lot later, like he had aged a lifetime. This wish was becoming one of his worst nightmares.
Clark hurriedly ran out of the building. It was a good thing he had lunch, because he had to talk to Lex.
***********
As Clark headed over to the Luthor mansion, he dialed Lex's cell phone. Lex answered with a distracted, "Hello? Lex Luthor speaking."
"Lex, it's Clark? I need to talk to you."
Hearing it was Clark, Lex pushed away the papers he was studying.
"Clark, where are you?"
"It's lunch at school. Do you think I could drop by for a while?"
Lex tapped a finger on his oak desk and said, "You know you're welcome here, Clark. Do you need a ride. . ."
At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring. Lex grinned ruefully, for if it was anyone other than Clark Kent he would wonder how someone could get over so fast.
Clark jogged into the room as the butler let him in. He paced back and forth across the expensive Persian rug until he saw Lex.
"Clark, why don't we go into my office?"
Lex lead the way and Clark followed.
Clark started off by saying, "Lex, I know you constantly wonder about the day I saved your life. Today, you will finally find out the truth. . ."
A/N: This chapter is fairly short, and I'm sorry for it. However, I felt that I cleared up some things and it was long enough. Please leave a review so I know if I'm doing things right, and to leave an idea for the story. All comments are appreciated.