Chapter 3: Off to Lana's House We Go

Well isn't this just dandy. Chloe looked at her list, looked at the door, and double-checked her list. Writing things down doesn't help if you can't read what you've written. She could barely distinguish the 'Lana Lang' part, let alone the bit reminding her what she had to do here. Dammit! This idea wasn't working out too smartly at the moment.

Oh well, Let's give it a whirl. Just knock on the door and ask for Lana. Maybe she'll know what the hell I'm doing here.

"Hi Chloe. What can I do you for?" Nel answered the door. She's such an annoying git, thought Chloe. I'm so glad I didn't just say that out loud. Oh crap, maybe I did. Are those bluebells over there. Blue flowers are-

"Chloe, are you there?"

"Oh right" She was woken out of her daze. She flashed her million dollar smile, and asked if she could see Lana.

"Lana is at the Talon, she works there everyday after school."

Chloe smacked her forehead. Duh! I knew that. I've only watched her walk over there every single day for the past six months.

"Thanks Nel. Sorry for the bother" and she flashed another smile and left.

~*~*~ at the Talon ~*~*~

"Hi Lana" there goes the smiling. She couldn't help it. Whenever Lana was around, she couldn't help smiling. The sort of smile that comes from nowhere, and brightens your day.

"What can I get for you today Chlo?" Lana stood over her, with a smile which was definitely a product of Collgate. Wow. You have good teeth.

"Thanks"

Oh crap. I just said that out loud. Not good. She started blushing. I'll have a cappuccino please.

"With just a sprinkle of cinnamon on top"

they both said at the same time.

"Be right back"

Did Lana hold her glance for a little longer than she should have? Does my hair look all right. Dammit! That seemed to be the word of the day. She quickly ran her hands through her hair, and then it struck her. I have a thing for Lana Lang. Oh my god. When did that happen. Well…I suppose she's off Clark's market.

"Here" Thanks Lana. You look great in that apron. It brings out your eyes. Dammit! I need to stop have conversations with myself out loud.

Hey. Maybe you can read what this says? I wrote it down earlier, and, I'm, erm, not sure what it says. It's my list, and I see your name on it, I'm just not sure exactly what I'm supposed to be doing with you. Or for you. Or whatever. Chloe started blushing. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, it sounded really bad.