Part Two
CHLOE
I can't believe it, Clark's here, in my (dad's) apartment! He looks better than I remember and taller and.I love him!
Aaaahhh!
I wonder what happened to Miss. Perfect Lana Lang? No, don't think about her, she's not here and you are, remember that, you're here with him now.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, staring at him. He looks at me and my knees wobble slightly.
"Can I come in first?"
You can come in forever, if you like, I think. No, don't say that. Say something different, friendly, something Chloe.
"Only if you promise not to get mud on the carpet," I say.
He smiles broadly and I can't look at him, 'cause if I do, I'll cry.
Look at his boots, his dirty boots.
"Scout's honour," I hear Clark reply.
You know, he'd make a damn fine boy scout. I'd buy cookies off him; actually I'd buy anything off him. Oh wait, that's girl scouts.
"Where's your dad?" He asks and I watch him walk into the apartment or rather the back of him.
"He went out for dinner, with some old friends. So, it's just you and me, alone," I say in, what I hope is a flirty tone and for a second I think that Clark actually picks up on this. But then he flops onto the couch and nods sleepily, he didn't hear it. Damn.
"Coffee?" I ask, trying to snap him out of his daze. Probably day dreaming about Lana Lang.
"You know that stuff will kill you," he answers.
I raise my eyebrows at him, when he did become a hater of coffee? Lana overload must have driven him insane. How sad, I think, shaking my head.
"Fine, I'll one," he says begrudgingly.
I smile, maybe not completely insane, then.
"Right answer," I reply and walk off to the kitchen.
I put the kettle on and wait for the water to boil.
Hmm...I'm a little hungry. Make a sandwich I think, I could go for a HLT (ham, lettuce and tomato).
Now, where's the bread knife?
Ok, can't find it, so have resorted to using a normal sharp knife.
"So, where you staying?" I call, cutting the bread.
"Here," he screams back.
"What!?" I shout, "where?"
"This couch is really comfy.," Clark replies.
"Yeah, it's infested with fleas," I call back, laughing slightly, "Only joking,"
"Well, I could always snuggle up with you," I hear him say cheekily.
"What!?" I yell, my hand slipping and."shoot."
I clutch my hand and see the blood oozing out of it.
"What happened? Are you ok?" I hear Clark ask.
I didn't even hear him come in.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, his eyes focused on my finger.
"No, it's fine," I reply, placing my hand on his. I want to push it away, but I don't really. He doesn't move his hand and thoughts of him, sleeping in the apartment with me, stream into my head.
Clark on the couch sleeping, his hair lightly falling on his face. Then there's me, brushing it away slightly.
As this image envelops my thoughts, another pops in, Clark in my room, in my bed. Holding me in his strong arms, his hands on.
I recover back to reality and see, him leaning in. Oh my God, he's going to kiss me, it's happening, reality and fantasy have collided!
More thoughts hit my mind, his soft lips on mine, his fingers stroking my hair and running down my back. His mouth gently sucking my bottom lip.
"Suck it,"
"What?" Clark answers.
"What?" I answer.
Did I just say that out loud?
Clark looks at me puzzled and amused at the same time.
"Did you just tell me to suck it?" he asks, folding his arms and smirking.
"No, I meant." think Chloe, think. "I meant, I should suck my finger, to stop the bleeding," I shove my finger in my mouth and feel the taste of my blood in my mouth.
Clark seems convinced and nods.
Phew, dodged that bullet, kind of.
"Chloe, I just want to say.," he starts.
"Chloe!" my dad yells.
He walks in and stares at me and Clark.
"What's going on in here, then?" he asks, his tone implying something else.
"Chloe just cut her finger," Clark answers coolly.
I nod in agreement, my finger still lodged in my mouth.
"That all?" my dad inquires, raising his eyebrows slightly.
That man can be so, embarrassing sometimes.
"Yup, that's all," Clark replies, winking at me.
Damn, them!
CLARK
I'm lying on the Sullivan's couch, thinking about what's happened so far.
After the kitchen incident, things returned to normal and when I say that, I mean Chloe and me, just pretended that almost kiss didn't happen again. I guess, it's just like old times, exactly what I wanted, right?
If that's true, then what is this funny feeling in the pit of my heart?
Huh, what was that?
I look into the blackness and nothing.
There is nothing there, you and your overactive imagination.
Go to sleep, Clark. Go to sleep.
CHLOE
I'm lying in my bed and can't get to sleep. All I can think is that Clark is less than 20 feet away from me, sleeping.
Stop thinking about him. Stop.
But I can't! Not after that almost kiss, that almost kiss that would have happened if I hadn't of opened my big mouth. Stupid mouth! I need something to shut it up.
Maybe Clark's mouth. No, stop thinking about it.
And Chloe Sullivan, you are not going to go and watch him sleep. No, don't get out of bed, no, don't open the door. Fine, one peek.
I look out of my door and sneak down the corridor and see the figure on my couch. I watch Clark's chest rise and fall, his arms clutching the blanket. I wish that was me, he was clutching.
(Creak) Stupid floorboard! Crap, he's looking over here, go to your bedroom, go now!
Ok, I'm lying in my bed, breathing rapidly. That was a close call, what if Clark had seen me, watching him? Aaahh!
Go to sleep, Chloe. Go to sleep.
CHLOE
I can't believe it, Clark's here, in my (dad's) apartment! He looks better than I remember and taller and.I love him!
Aaaahhh!
I wonder what happened to Miss. Perfect Lana Lang? No, don't think about her, she's not here and you are, remember that, you're here with him now.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, staring at him. He looks at me and my knees wobble slightly.
"Can I come in first?"
You can come in forever, if you like, I think. No, don't say that. Say something different, friendly, something Chloe.
"Only if you promise not to get mud on the carpet," I say.
He smiles broadly and I can't look at him, 'cause if I do, I'll cry.
Look at his boots, his dirty boots.
"Scout's honour," I hear Clark reply.
You know, he'd make a damn fine boy scout. I'd buy cookies off him; actually I'd buy anything off him. Oh wait, that's girl scouts.
"Where's your dad?" He asks and I watch him walk into the apartment or rather the back of him.
"He went out for dinner, with some old friends. So, it's just you and me, alone," I say in, what I hope is a flirty tone and for a second I think that Clark actually picks up on this. But then he flops onto the couch and nods sleepily, he didn't hear it. Damn.
"Coffee?" I ask, trying to snap him out of his daze. Probably day dreaming about Lana Lang.
"You know that stuff will kill you," he answers.
I raise my eyebrows at him, when he did become a hater of coffee? Lana overload must have driven him insane. How sad, I think, shaking my head.
"Fine, I'll one," he says begrudgingly.
I smile, maybe not completely insane, then.
"Right answer," I reply and walk off to the kitchen.
I put the kettle on and wait for the water to boil.
Hmm...I'm a little hungry. Make a sandwich I think, I could go for a HLT (ham, lettuce and tomato).
Now, where's the bread knife?
Ok, can't find it, so have resorted to using a normal sharp knife.
"So, where you staying?" I call, cutting the bread.
"Here," he screams back.
"What!?" I shout, "where?"
"This couch is really comfy.," Clark replies.
"Yeah, it's infested with fleas," I call back, laughing slightly, "Only joking,"
"Well, I could always snuggle up with you," I hear him say cheekily.
"What!?" I yell, my hand slipping and."shoot."
I clutch my hand and see the blood oozing out of it.
"What happened? Are you ok?" I hear Clark ask.
I didn't even hear him come in.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, his eyes focused on my finger.
"No, it's fine," I reply, placing my hand on his. I want to push it away, but I don't really. He doesn't move his hand and thoughts of him, sleeping in the apartment with me, stream into my head.
Clark on the couch sleeping, his hair lightly falling on his face. Then there's me, brushing it away slightly.
As this image envelops my thoughts, another pops in, Clark in my room, in my bed. Holding me in his strong arms, his hands on.
I recover back to reality and see, him leaning in. Oh my God, he's going to kiss me, it's happening, reality and fantasy have collided!
More thoughts hit my mind, his soft lips on mine, his fingers stroking my hair and running down my back. His mouth gently sucking my bottom lip.
"Suck it,"
"What?" Clark answers.
"What?" I answer.
Did I just say that out loud?
Clark looks at me puzzled and amused at the same time.
"Did you just tell me to suck it?" he asks, folding his arms and smirking.
"No, I meant." think Chloe, think. "I meant, I should suck my finger, to stop the bleeding," I shove my finger in my mouth and feel the taste of my blood in my mouth.
Clark seems convinced and nods.
Phew, dodged that bullet, kind of.
"Chloe, I just want to say.," he starts.
"Chloe!" my dad yells.
He walks in and stares at me and Clark.
"What's going on in here, then?" he asks, his tone implying something else.
"Chloe just cut her finger," Clark answers coolly.
I nod in agreement, my finger still lodged in my mouth.
"That all?" my dad inquires, raising his eyebrows slightly.
That man can be so, embarrassing sometimes.
"Yup, that's all," Clark replies, winking at me.
Damn, them!
CLARK
I'm lying on the Sullivan's couch, thinking about what's happened so far.
After the kitchen incident, things returned to normal and when I say that, I mean Chloe and me, just pretended that almost kiss didn't happen again. I guess, it's just like old times, exactly what I wanted, right?
If that's true, then what is this funny feeling in the pit of my heart?
Huh, what was that?
I look into the blackness and nothing.
There is nothing there, you and your overactive imagination.
Go to sleep, Clark. Go to sleep.
CHLOE
I'm lying in my bed and can't get to sleep. All I can think is that Clark is less than 20 feet away from me, sleeping.
Stop thinking about him. Stop.
But I can't! Not after that almost kiss, that almost kiss that would have happened if I hadn't of opened my big mouth. Stupid mouth! I need something to shut it up.
Maybe Clark's mouth. No, stop thinking about it.
And Chloe Sullivan, you are not going to go and watch him sleep. No, don't get out of bed, no, don't open the door. Fine, one peek.
I look out of my door and sneak down the corridor and see the figure on my couch. I watch Clark's chest rise and fall, his arms clutching the blanket. I wish that was me, he was clutching.
(Creak) Stupid floorboard! Crap, he's looking over here, go to your bedroom, go now!
Ok, I'm lying in my bed, breathing rapidly. That was a close call, what if Clark had seen me, watching him? Aaahh!
Go to sleep, Chloe. Go to sleep.