This is my first attempt at any sort of fan fiction. I hope you like it, but if you don't…I understand. R&R would be nice (but try to be constructive, please). Sorry if some of this is confusing (it made sense to me when I typed it!). This is from Chloe's point of view…how she feels about Clark.
I didn't see it at first. When I looked at you, it was different, but maybe I wanted it to be the same. Being afraid inside was something I'd always been good at. I could never be afraid on the outside. Look at me and you'd see a strong person; a laughing person. You made me so nervous at first that the laughter froze within me. You were the typical male, and the kind that I tried to avoid. I tried hard, but I couldn't avoid your searing stare or your bright smile.
When you did laugh with me, it felt like a million stars had exploded in my head. My hands went numb when you sat too close to me. When you touched my hands, I had to draw back. You couldn't have done it on purpose. We laughed too hard that one time. People we knew stared at us; me in particular, because it seemed strange to them. They never saw me giggling like a school girl. Just the sight of your mouth smiling made my heart beat a hundred times faster then it ever had. It seemed strange to me that I couldn't stop laughing. My eyes connected with yours, and suddenly I didn't know why we were laughing in the first place. I couldn't be scared of you; just scared of the possibilities. But there was never any sort of possibilities in reality, I believed then. If I were to forever look in your eyes…But no, I was never deserving of such a thing. You might have told me I was deserving. Perhaps in my weakened state, I didn't hear anything your eyes were saying. I saw only what you'd never want. Me. I had nothing to offer, and maybe you didn't either. I never gave you the chance to show me if you did. Would you have showed me?
It didn't matter, because you got a phone call that day. The laughter died in my throat. You squeezed my leg as you stood up to answer the phone. If you never touched me again, I'd still never forget the searing pain of that touch. I reveled in the contact of your hand until I heard the tone of your voice. She called you, and you had to answer. I didn't even consider that she was a possibility for you. I should have known better.
When you hung up the phone and sat back down, pressing your body close to mine, I moved away from you-just enough so that we weren't touching. But I could still feel your soul. You didn't laugh anymore, and neither did I. Instead I folded my arms across my chest. Across my heart.