A/N: I must say, that after the previous chapter, I didn't know where to
take the story from where it was left off and reviews weren't too positive
causing a cramp in my writing. Never the less, an idea broad sided me in
the middle of Algebra that I quickly punched into my calculator to remember
for later. So.here is the result of those notes. Sorry it's been so long.
Back to basics: I don't own them. You must be silly to think I do. I am just 'borrowing' them for my own pleasure'
And now..
~Remembering Rushes Past~
Clark sped home. Arriving at his loft, he began to pace.
"My God Kent," he thought to himself, "You HAD to go and make a scene. Now Chloe will KNOW something is wrong, you were transparent enough to let that on." This was too much. He was upset, yes, but besides that, he was frightened. Frightened at how this might look to her.
"What does she think about me now?" Clark said to no one in particular. Sighing, he looked out the loft window hoping that the answer to his problems would come out and face him.
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Chloe knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer. She liked Clark, a lot. For goodness sake, she told him how she felt. Chloe snorted back a laugh. It wasn't HER fault he was unconscious. She didn't want him to never look at her again. If she couldn't have him romantically, she at least wanted to be friends. And at this point, she was willing to settle for only friends.
Chloe came to a red stoplight. "This is pointless you know," she told herself at as she blinked back the tears threatening to fall. "You shouldn't feel this way. It isn't your fault. Why are you going to apologize to Clark? Why are you-" Chloe stopped abruptly. She wiped the tears out of her eyes, and turned up the radio to drown out the sound of her confused and feuding mind.
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Clark watched as Chloe pulled her car up in front of his house. "Oh great," he thought, "Here it comes."
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Chloe climbed the steps leading up to Clark's front door. She paused before knocking on the door for fear HE might answer it. Summing up every bit of guts in her, Chloe knocked softly, but firmly, on the front door. She felt waves of relief when Martha answered the door.
"Well, Hello Chloe," Martha said, looking surprised.
"Hello Martha," Chloe answered, "Is Clark here?"
A wave of confusion washed over Martha's face. "I thought he was at the Torch with you."
"He was," Chloe explained, "But then he.ran out. I thought he might have come back home."
"If he's home, he's probably in the loft," Martha said. "You can go on up there and see."
"Okay, thank you," Chloe turned and walked down the stairs heading toward the barn wondering exactly what she was to say to Clark.
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Clark was reading when Chloe reached the landing. She ran her hand over the railing and then looked down noticing how high the loft really was. Turning her attention back to Clark, she saw him looking at her.
"I suppose that you have come to pry further into my life," Clark said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"No, actually, I came to apologize for asking questions you couldn't answer. I guess sometimes my reporter instincts get the best of me," Chloe shoved her hands in her pockets and began to pace around the loft. "Considering I'm using pure speculation and my own dreams as a reference, I shouldn't demand answers out of you."
Clark sighed. "Chloe, I should be the one apologizing. I kinda over reacted and then left when I didn't like what was going on. I'm sorry."
Chloe was taken aback. Clark was apologizing? She smiled. "Friends?" She asked extending her hand. Clark took it
"Friends," he agreed.
Chloe smiled. "So.If what do you think is making me dream of you doing amazing feats like take a baseball bat across the back or catching a car in mid-air?" She turned to him, "Our usual culprit?"
Clark looked at her trying to suppress a big smile. "I have no idea."
Just then, Chloe's cell phone chirped. She rushed to answer it. "Hello?...Yes...No Dad, I'm at Clark's...Dinner?...Yeah...I'll be home...I'll leave now...no, that's okay...Bye Dad." She turned to Clark with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Clark, I have to go home for-"
"Dinner. Yeah, I heard," Clark finished for her. "I'll see you tomorrow? At the Torch?"
"Bright and early," she responded. "Oh, and have your article too." She gave one last smile before she started fishing out her car keys from her purse. As she did, some lip gloss fell out of her purse and rolled onto the floor and next to a hay bale. Stooping to pick it up, something caught her eye. It was a piece of splintered wood. Normally, something like this would never have caught her attention, but the shard had writing on it. Brushing off the dust she made out a few letters: R-A-W-L. Now recognizing the shard as a piece of baseball bat, she stood up.
"Clark?" She turned around holding the piece of bat in front of her. "Still think I'm dreaming up stories about you?"
Clark visibly tensed knowing he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
Back to basics: I don't own them. You must be silly to think I do. I am just 'borrowing' them for my own pleasure'
And now..
~Remembering Rushes Past~
Clark sped home. Arriving at his loft, he began to pace.
"My God Kent," he thought to himself, "You HAD to go and make a scene. Now Chloe will KNOW something is wrong, you were transparent enough to let that on." This was too much. He was upset, yes, but besides that, he was frightened. Frightened at how this might look to her.
"What does she think about me now?" Clark said to no one in particular. Sighing, he looked out the loft window hoping that the answer to his problems would come out and face him.
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Chloe knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer. She liked Clark, a lot. For goodness sake, she told him how she felt. Chloe snorted back a laugh. It wasn't HER fault he was unconscious. She didn't want him to never look at her again. If she couldn't have him romantically, she at least wanted to be friends. And at this point, she was willing to settle for only friends.
Chloe came to a red stoplight. "This is pointless you know," she told herself at as she blinked back the tears threatening to fall. "You shouldn't feel this way. It isn't your fault. Why are you going to apologize to Clark? Why are you-" Chloe stopped abruptly. She wiped the tears out of her eyes, and turned up the radio to drown out the sound of her confused and feuding mind.
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Clark watched as Chloe pulled her car up in front of his house. "Oh great," he thought, "Here it comes."
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Chloe climbed the steps leading up to Clark's front door. She paused before knocking on the door for fear HE might answer it. Summing up every bit of guts in her, Chloe knocked softly, but firmly, on the front door. She felt waves of relief when Martha answered the door.
"Well, Hello Chloe," Martha said, looking surprised.
"Hello Martha," Chloe answered, "Is Clark here?"
A wave of confusion washed over Martha's face. "I thought he was at the Torch with you."
"He was," Chloe explained, "But then he.ran out. I thought he might have come back home."
"If he's home, he's probably in the loft," Martha said. "You can go on up there and see."
"Okay, thank you," Chloe turned and walked down the stairs heading toward the barn wondering exactly what she was to say to Clark.
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Clark was reading when Chloe reached the landing. She ran her hand over the railing and then looked down noticing how high the loft really was. Turning her attention back to Clark, she saw him looking at her.
"I suppose that you have come to pry further into my life," Clark said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"No, actually, I came to apologize for asking questions you couldn't answer. I guess sometimes my reporter instincts get the best of me," Chloe shoved her hands in her pockets and began to pace around the loft. "Considering I'm using pure speculation and my own dreams as a reference, I shouldn't demand answers out of you."
Clark sighed. "Chloe, I should be the one apologizing. I kinda over reacted and then left when I didn't like what was going on. I'm sorry."
Chloe was taken aback. Clark was apologizing? She smiled. "Friends?" She asked extending her hand. Clark took it
"Friends," he agreed.
Chloe smiled. "So.If what do you think is making me dream of you doing amazing feats like take a baseball bat across the back or catching a car in mid-air?" She turned to him, "Our usual culprit?"
Clark looked at her trying to suppress a big smile. "I have no idea."
Just then, Chloe's cell phone chirped. She rushed to answer it. "Hello?...Yes...No Dad, I'm at Clark's...Dinner?...Yeah...I'll be home...I'll leave now...no, that's okay...Bye Dad." She turned to Clark with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry Clark, I have to go home for-"
"Dinner. Yeah, I heard," Clark finished for her. "I'll see you tomorrow? At the Torch?"
"Bright and early," she responded. "Oh, and have your article too." She gave one last smile before she started fishing out her car keys from her purse. As she did, some lip gloss fell out of her purse and rolled onto the floor and next to a hay bale. Stooping to pick it up, something caught her eye. It was a piece of splintered wood. Normally, something like this would never have caught her attention, but the shard had writing on it. Brushing off the dust she made out a few letters: R-A-W-L. Now recognizing the shard as a piece of baseball bat, she stood up.
"Clark?" She turned around holding the piece of bat in front of her. "Still think I'm dreaming up stories about you?"
Clark visibly tensed knowing he'd have a lot of explaining to do.