Title- La Vie
Author- J.A.K
Rating- R: for real life feelings and real life situations that aren't always PG-13
Summary- Quite a bit of time has passed since Chloe and Clark have found their happiness in each other. This is the continuation of the goings-on in their lives including the lives of everyone else around them. This is an epic story of Life, Deception, and Tragedy; a story of how surprising life can be, and how cold, but sometimes comforting reality is. Find out what extraordinary events could break Chloe and Clark apart, and what could bring Lex and Lana together. This is a fanfic told through the eyes of every single person that has bearing on these four young people's lives.
Author's Note- A continuation of Debi's 'It's Now or Never 'and 'Monday at School'. My story has a plot and even a sub-plot that I promise will leave you wanting more. Scroll down and give it a chance.
AN part 2: Clark and Lana are 17, while Pete and Chloe are 18 years old (Chloe only three months older than Clark and Pete the oldest, scoring six months over any of them). I know this isn't exactly right, but for the purposes of my story I've made it that way. I've also made Lex 22.
AN part 3: A very SPECIAL thanks goes out to my Beta-reader Alisa West, aka AW, who is woman enough to tell me like it is- even when what it is, isn't up to par. A great big shout-out also goes to my sister, for reading it over and having the final say. Thank You!
AN part 4: Please don't be confused. All I did was break up the two parts and do a little touching up on what I've already written. All three narratives are basically the same, just…better!
^Chapter Two^
Clark
It was Saturday night in Smallville, Kansas and I was bored.
Bored!
In fact, boredom felt like if it was gonna materialize right in front of my eyes and bite me.
Every time I thought about why I was by myself this evening, I got mad. Mad at myself and Chloe for foolishly leaving her door unlocked, but most of all mad at Mr. Sullivan for forcing us apart in the first place.
By the same token, I was also very grateful towards Mr. Sullivan for not telling my parents what he had walked in on. If he had, they would've probably put two and two together and made sure that no visitors ever came to my loft after eight o'clock again.
Today was sort of that milestone day where most people say, "We passed it, we got here, but it's over now, did you catch it?" It was exactly a year to the day since Chloe and I went that extra distance and found that, while friendship was good, a physical relationship was even better.
And I wanted to be with her.
I groaned miserably into my pillow feeling the weariness that I had been pushing off crawl gradually back inside of me. I might as well get to sleep, I reasoned, even this body needs to rest sometime.
It was during this period between sleep and wake that I heard a voice that I was sure was a part of my dream.
"Clark" came the whisper.
"Huh" I felt my lips part and my body jerk towards the source of the sound, but my mind couldn't respond as it was still in a befuddled if not confused state.
The voice sounded gentler this time.
"Clark, wake up."
"Wha'?"
Now that really didn't make sense. This was my dream. How could the voices from my dream tell me that I had to wake up?
I felt the lines of my face rise in confusion.
"Clark?" There was a silence. "Clark wake up right now."
Well…that was weird, 'cause the voice sounded as if it belonged to Chloe; but that couldn't be Chloe because she wasn't allowed to come over...
...wait...
...if this is a dream, that means Chloe technically could come over whenever she wanted to.
I felt my lips rise in a smile.
"Oh, so you're smiling now? That means you must be dreaming about something good." There was another string of silence, but when the voice returned it sounded ten times louder than before.
"You better be dreaming about me Clark Kent, because if you're not I am gonna kick your-"
"Chloe?" I sprung up abruptly making our heads collide in a way that I knew was painful for her as it wasn't for me.
I sat up in my bed and took a much needed second to take in what was really happening. I saw that Chloe had backed away from her original position, and was now sitting on the edge of the bed holding a hand to the side of her head.
I tried to slide closer to her, but she leaned away from my touch.
"Chloe I'm sorry, but when you woke me up like that-"
"Clark its okay" She moved her hand so that she could look me square in the eyes. "Really, it's just that I had a headache from before and this kind of" she shrugged leaving a hint of a smile on her face "intensified it."
I looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes. I didn't want to give her that look that she said made her feel guilty, even when there was nothing to feel guilty about. She had told me that during what I'd thought to be the fight that ended our relationship. It was a big and nasty shouting match, where words were exchanged that shouldn't have been; and things were said that were extremely out of order. She hurt me and I hurt her worse. At least that's what I always thought, no matter what she said. She couldn't possibly have seen the look in her eyes when I told her the bit about never being able to compare to Lana- Lana being the reason the fight started in the first place- who was on a pedestal so high that even if she jumped twenty feet into the air, she still couldn't touch her with a ten foot pole.
I didn't know what I was thinking when I said that.
No that's a lie.
I did know what I was thinking. I was thinking that I should aim for a topic that I knew made her feel insecure, and twist it into an insult that would hurt her most- as she had hurt me. I knew some people after hearing what I said- namely Pete- wanted to beat the shit out of me for saying it, but all I had been repeating over and over in my mind was that after all this time, she still didn't trust me.
How could someone who claimed to love you so much, not trust you?
Reflecting on it today, I realize that she was and is still validated in her reasoning. How could she not have her suspicions when I continue to give her half-assed answers as to why I have to run out on a date; or explain where I had been for the last two hours, when in fact, we were supposed to meet more than three hours ago.
But I'm digressing.
After those words came out of my mouth, I had expected a slap in the face, but instead got much worse.
For the second time, for as long as I'd ever known her, Chloe started to cry. Not big heaving sobs, but tiny tremulous breaths that were accompanied by a rivulet of tears that rolled by her chin. I knew she was desperately trying to suppress her emotions and hold it all in, because I knew how much she detested crying.
I knew that in that instance, she hated me deeply, because not only had I made her cry, but I had made her cry in front of me.
"Chloe-" I had tried.
"No" She cut me off. "No more talking." She disdainfully eyed the promise ring that I had given her. "You said it all just now." After that, she took the ring off and threw it at me.
Hard.
Hard enough that if I hadn't ducked, and if my skin wasn't prone to disregarding things like cuts and bruises, I would have been bleeding from underneath my cheek bone.
And maybe if she was yelling at me like she had been before I would have felt just a little bit better. But she wasn't. She was speaking to me in a tone that I had never heard her use before. It was almost menacing.
That night she left without another word. For days- weeks I had tried to call her, but she wouldn't talk to me. How we got back together after that I would never quite understand, but I thanked God profusely for big favors and learned a valuable lesson, one that told me how stupid it was to cut off my nose to spite my face. My pride had almost made me lose someone more important than my abilities…and maybe even my parents. My pride had almost made me lose my heart.
"Clark, are you listening?"
She was talking?
I quickly lifted my eyes so that I could look at her.
"Yeah, I'm listening."
I saw irritation flood her features although it was quickly replaced by a more nonchalant sort of expression
"I guess it's not a big deal any way."
Trying to follow her, I nodded my head dumbly in a last ditch effort in appearing to have understood what she had been saying.
She shook her head from side to side, smiling, and I noticed for the first time the earrings that were dangling off her ears. I noted briefly that I had to tell her to wear them more often because they brought out the lighter shades of green in her eyes. "You are what polite society would call clueless farm boy." She scooted closer, mockingly chucking me under my chin. "Lucky for you, you carry around reserves of the Kent charm."
I saw my chance. "Lucky for me I have you." Without waiting for a reply, I leaned over, placing one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, bringing her to sit in my lap.
"See what I mean?" She put her hands around my neck and tilted closer to my face until our lips were a breath away. "Kent charm."
I slipped my left hand under the edges of her shirt while the other softly stroked the lightly bruised area.
"I am really sorry about that." I glanced swiftly at the afflicted area then back at her.
"That doesn't matter Clark." She pushed herself back, temporarily making herself out of my reach so that she could swing her leg over and straddle my lap. She inched her way towards me. "All that matters is that we're together, and that we can finally have sex."
Her wicked smile and teasing glare wasn't enough to wipe the shocked look off my face.
"Now Chloe..." My eyebrows rose mischievously. "Don't tell me you're one of those people addicted to that stuff." I moved to sit on the side of the bed, taking her with me as I let my hands settle comfortably on either side of her waist.
She raised a finger and pointed it at my chest. "I know you're not getting indignant Mr. But it could be quick."
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks in embarrassment as I remembered two days ago when I had called; asking for her to join me in what most would call "a quickie."
I didn't know what to say in response to that, so I tried to drive the blush away by staring intensely at a mole on the top column of her shoulder.
While concentrating on not blushing, I saw her discarded raincoat out of my peripheral vision.
Under the tips of my fingers I felt the soft cotton of a white pajama top and the rough edges of what was my personal favorite- her blue low rise jeans.
It was when my face became heated for an entirely different reason, that she leaned forward and slid her hands around my neck once again.
"You know Clark", I raised my eyes to look at her, only to find that she wasn't even staring at me; which meant that she didn't quite know how to express what she wanted to say. This really meant that she was gonna say something that was, for lack of a better word, mushy.
"Sometimes I think there's no way I could fall anymore in love with you, but then you do little innocent stuff like that, and I swear I just fall deeper."
I didn't say anything; I just brought her closer to me until I could feel her even breaths against the plains of my face. I wrapped my arms around her body and quickly ran my hands over her back, letting them lie at her waist where my fingertips had gone slightly beyond the top of her jeans. I planted a kiss on the side of her neck before letting my head rest there.
Her hands hung loosely on top of my shoulders as she ran her fingers through my hair.
I knew she silently understood my actions and all that they meant. I knew that she understood me.
Inhaling her scent I realized how ironic it was that I had become the less emotional one; the one whose heart wasn't left naked on their sleeve.
It wasn't that my feelings were any less than hers, it was just that I didn't really know how to handle the kind of love I was experiencing.
This kind of love made me want to tell her about my powers, about what it really meant to be me. But telling her that threatened my livelihood, which in turn threatened my family. I shut my eyes even tighter. It was just too much of a risk.
Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I lifted my head so that I could kiss her. I kissed her while her eyes were still open, and stared into them for a second before closing my own.
Reaching in between us, I unhurriedly unbuttoned her jeans.
The moan that later escaped her lips when I made the kisses deeper, let me know with a surprising sureness, that no matter where my crazy life took me, I always had to have Chloe by my side.
J.A.K- If you've made it this far then I think it's safe to assume that you are seeing this message. I know these two chapters' had a lot of scenes that took place in the past, and showed a lot of what they were thinking- but I had to give you a certain insight into how each character has changed. They're older and wiser. I also had to showcase that fight with Chloe and Clark to let you see that they have not been having a fairy tale romance. They had to fight hard to be where they are right now.
Next Chapter- The plot picks up as Sexy Lexy enters the scene.
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