Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I've either been really sick or
really busy for the last few weeks. Also, I must admit, I didn't really
have a plot figured out yet so that added to the wait, but now I've got it.
By the way, this is in Chloe's POV. As always, I beg you to review.
Clark just kept fidgeting nervously and staring at his foot so he could avoid looking me in the eye. I finally grew tired of just staring at him, waiting for him to speak, so I spoke first. "I know your shoe is probably fascinating, but could you please tell me what your parents want you to confess?"
He looked up at me guiltily, as though caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar and finally said, "I have something that I never told you."
God, he's being melodramatic. "Yes, I am aware of that. That's what you're going to tell me now, right?"
Why does he look so nervous? Now I'm reverting back to my original fear that he's a meteor freak. Please, God, don't let him be. Why do all the cute ones have to be meteor freaks? I hate this town. Wait, he's looking at me expectantly. I think he just told me. Don't tell me that I was so busy rambling on in my head that I missed the confession. I look him in the eyes and smile, embarrassed -I don't think my cheeks could get much redder- and ask, "Could you please repeat that? I didn't catch what you said."
He hesitates and then says, "I'm allergic to meteor rocks." That's it??? That's the big confession??? Why was he so nervous about that??? I break out of my thoughts and see him staring at me funny. That's when I realize that I had just said that out loud. Oops. On closer inspection, he seems relieved at how I've taken the news. "You don't think I'm a freak?" He asked hopefully.
"No more than I already did." I reply with a smile. "Come on; let's go find your parents." He smiles back with all his heart and we link arms and exit the cave.
************ Author's Note: I know, I know, it's REALLY short. But that's why I posted the next chapter too. Don't forget to review. (hint, hint)
Clark just kept fidgeting nervously and staring at his foot so he could avoid looking me in the eye. I finally grew tired of just staring at him, waiting for him to speak, so I spoke first. "I know your shoe is probably fascinating, but could you please tell me what your parents want you to confess?"
He looked up at me guiltily, as though caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar and finally said, "I have something that I never told you."
God, he's being melodramatic. "Yes, I am aware of that. That's what you're going to tell me now, right?"
Why does he look so nervous? Now I'm reverting back to my original fear that he's a meteor freak. Please, God, don't let him be. Why do all the cute ones have to be meteor freaks? I hate this town. Wait, he's looking at me expectantly. I think he just told me. Don't tell me that I was so busy rambling on in my head that I missed the confession. I look him in the eyes and smile, embarrassed -I don't think my cheeks could get much redder- and ask, "Could you please repeat that? I didn't catch what you said."
He hesitates and then says, "I'm allergic to meteor rocks." That's it??? That's the big confession??? Why was he so nervous about that??? I break out of my thoughts and see him staring at me funny. That's when I realize that I had just said that out loud. Oops. On closer inspection, he seems relieved at how I've taken the news. "You don't think I'm a freak?" He asked hopefully.
"No more than I already did." I reply with a smile. "Come on; let's go find your parents." He smiles back with all his heart and we link arms and exit the cave.
************ Author's Note: I know, I know, it's REALLY short. But that's why I posted the next chapter too. Don't forget to review. (hint, hint)