Part One
CHOLE
I've been here in Metropolis for 3 weeks now and all I can think about is that damn kiss between Clark and Lana. Aaahhhh!!!
This is so, stupid! It's got nothing to do with me, nothing.
Ok, what was I doing? Aaah, yes, doing some research for Perry on the environmental issues for.why doesn't he like me? I mean, am I that repulsive?
Yes, my hair could be silkier, my eyes could be bigger and more fawn-like (Lana Lang style), but I'm alright, I'm pretty.kind of. I have wit and humour and.I have nothing compared to Lana. I hate her, but I like her! Aaaahhh!!!!
Ok, I'm stopping now, Clark is back in Smallville and I'm here, doing what I want to do, journalism, reporting.
Who cares if he hasn't rung or e-mailed for a week. a whole week, a whole, lonely week. Who cares?
Ok, I do. I care!
(Knock on door)
Wonder who's that? Pizza guy? Or maybe coffee guy? (and yes, I know they don't exist).
CLARK
What number was it again? 22? 24? Oh yeah, 21.
Can't wait to see Chloe's face.
It was such a good idea to come up for a surprise visit. Pat myself on the back, well done Clark.
Smallville has not been the same without Chloe; she's the fire behind the smoke, so, to speak. It's weird but without Lana to mooch over or Chloe to talk to, I felt really lonely.But now, I get to spend some time with my friend, my best friend Chloe, my Chloe.
And here we are.21.
(Knocks on door)
"Clark!" Chloe yells, her mouth wide open. She rushes over to me and bear hugs me or tries to.
"Hi Chloe," I say, looking at the blonde mass of hair. It's so, good to see her.
"What are you doing here?" She says, still shocked.
"Can I come in first?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious about standing out in the hallway.
"Only if you promise not to get mud on the carpet," Chloe replies, eyeing my dirty farm boots.
"Scout's honour," I say, laughing.
God, I've missed her.
"Where's your dad?" I ask, looking around the Sullivan's' apartment. It's exactly what a city apartment should be, smart and stylish. A lot like Chloe, I guess.
"He went out for dinner, with some old friends. So, it's just you and me, alone," Chloe says quite flirtatiously or am I imagining things? Must be, Chloe's my friend not.
I nod and sit on the couch and look down at the papers on the table, Daily Planet stuff, I guess. I feel a little nervous, Chloe's comment's thrown me a little, I wonder if she thinks about that almost kiss, we had? I know, I do, once in awhile, every now and then, sometimes. I wonder what it would be like to have her as my.
"Coffee?" She asks, jolting me out of my trance.
"You know that stuff will kill you," I answer.
She raises her eyebrows at me and shakes her head.
"Fine, I'll have one," I say begrudgingly, instant smile on her face. I like making Chloe smile.
"Right answer," She replies and walks off to the kitchen. I hear her making a racquet and settle back into the couch.
"So, where you staying?" Chloe calls from the kitchen.
"Here," I yell back.
"What!?" She shouts, "where?"
"This couch is really comfy.," I say, patting the seat.
"Yeah, it's infested with fleas," she calls back.
I instantly leap off the couch.
"Only joking,"
I shake my head for being so, gullible.
"Well, I could always snuggle up with you," I say cheekily, sniggering slightly. A little payback for the flea comment.
"What?!" She yells and I hear a clatter, "shoot."
I laugh again and walk to the kitchen, to find Chloe clutching her hand.
"What happened? Are you ok?" I ask concerned. I look down at her finger and see it's bleeding. I grab her hand and inspect the wound, "does it hurt?"
"No, it's fine," Chloe replies, placing her other hand on mine, pushing it away slightly.
I think I should let go of her hand but I don't want to and keep hold of it tightly. Chloe looks at me puzzled, her blue eyes shining with life. I'm getting that feeling I had when we were at the dance together, the one where I want to kiss her and I want to act on it so, much.
You know what? I'm going to do it, I'm going to lean forward and kiss her. I've been thinking about this ever since she left and now, I have the chance to find out. Come on, Clark. I start to lean forward and I can feel her do the same, I can feel her breath on my face and.
"Suck it,"
"What?" I ask.
CHOLE
I've been here in Metropolis for 3 weeks now and all I can think about is that damn kiss between Clark and Lana. Aaahhhh!!!
This is so, stupid! It's got nothing to do with me, nothing.
Ok, what was I doing? Aaah, yes, doing some research for Perry on the environmental issues for.why doesn't he like me? I mean, am I that repulsive?
Yes, my hair could be silkier, my eyes could be bigger and more fawn-like (Lana Lang style), but I'm alright, I'm pretty.kind of. I have wit and humour and.I have nothing compared to Lana. I hate her, but I like her! Aaaahhh!!!!
Ok, I'm stopping now, Clark is back in Smallville and I'm here, doing what I want to do, journalism, reporting.
Who cares if he hasn't rung or e-mailed for a week. a whole week, a whole, lonely week. Who cares?
Ok, I do. I care!
(Knock on door)
Wonder who's that? Pizza guy? Or maybe coffee guy? (and yes, I know they don't exist).
CLARK
What number was it again? 22? 24? Oh yeah, 21.
Can't wait to see Chloe's face.
It was such a good idea to come up for a surprise visit. Pat myself on the back, well done Clark.
Smallville has not been the same without Chloe; she's the fire behind the smoke, so, to speak. It's weird but without Lana to mooch over or Chloe to talk to, I felt really lonely.But now, I get to spend some time with my friend, my best friend Chloe, my Chloe.
And here we are.21.
(Knocks on door)
"Clark!" Chloe yells, her mouth wide open. She rushes over to me and bear hugs me or tries to.
"Hi Chloe," I say, looking at the blonde mass of hair. It's so, good to see her.
"What are you doing here?" She says, still shocked.
"Can I come in first?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious about standing out in the hallway.
"Only if you promise not to get mud on the carpet," Chloe replies, eyeing my dirty farm boots.
"Scout's honour," I say, laughing.
God, I've missed her.
"Where's your dad?" I ask, looking around the Sullivan's' apartment. It's exactly what a city apartment should be, smart and stylish. A lot like Chloe, I guess.
"He went out for dinner, with some old friends. So, it's just you and me, alone," Chloe says quite flirtatiously or am I imagining things? Must be, Chloe's my friend not.
I nod and sit on the couch and look down at the papers on the table, Daily Planet stuff, I guess. I feel a little nervous, Chloe's comment's thrown me a little, I wonder if she thinks about that almost kiss, we had? I know, I do, once in awhile, every now and then, sometimes. I wonder what it would be like to have her as my.
"Coffee?" She asks, jolting me out of my trance.
"You know that stuff will kill you," I answer.
She raises her eyebrows at me and shakes her head.
"Fine, I'll have one," I say begrudgingly, instant smile on her face. I like making Chloe smile.
"Right answer," She replies and walks off to the kitchen. I hear her making a racquet and settle back into the couch.
"So, where you staying?" Chloe calls from the kitchen.
"Here," I yell back.
"What!?" She shouts, "where?"
"This couch is really comfy.," I say, patting the seat.
"Yeah, it's infested with fleas," she calls back.
I instantly leap off the couch.
"Only joking,"
I shake my head for being so, gullible.
"Well, I could always snuggle up with you," I say cheekily, sniggering slightly. A little payback for the flea comment.
"What?!" She yells and I hear a clatter, "shoot."
I laugh again and walk to the kitchen, to find Chloe clutching her hand.
"What happened? Are you ok?" I ask concerned. I look down at her finger and see it's bleeding. I grab her hand and inspect the wound, "does it hurt?"
"No, it's fine," Chloe replies, placing her other hand on mine, pushing it away slightly.
I think I should let go of her hand but I don't want to and keep hold of it tightly. Chloe looks at me puzzled, her blue eyes shining with life. I'm getting that feeling I had when we were at the dance together, the one where I want to kiss her and I want to act on it so, much.
You know what? I'm going to do it, I'm going to lean forward and kiss her. I've been thinking about this ever since she left and now, I have the chance to find out. Come on, Clark. I start to lean forward and I can feel her do the same, I can feel her breath on my face and.
"Suck it,"
"What?" I ask.