Smallville- Sorry
Author's Note: I know, this chapter is sort of short, but I thought a little is always better than nothing. Haha. I promise I'll post more as soon as I can, especially with Winter Break starting soon.
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Continued.
Next Morning:
The sun shone bright and early the next morning. It was so peaceful as the two continued to sleep. But then it all came to an end way too soon.
"Hi Lana! I'm back." Chloe shouted as she opened the door of her house. Finding Lana's bedroom empty, she looked over in the living room. Hearing that sharp, loud voice shocked Clark and Lana, two heads bobbing up from the couch where they slept. "Ahh!"
"What?" Lana said, sitting up, confused at first, but then realized why. Clark. Do their problems always have to relate with him? Seriously.
"Clark? What are you doing here?" Chloe asked, curious to know what happened.
"I was helping Lana last night 'cause she was having some trouble," Clark said, removing the blanket he and Lana had shared last night.
"Where's your dad, Chloe?" Lana asked, hoping Chloe wouldn't ask more about what had happened. Not that there was anything really wrong, but still. She knew Chloe still had a thing for Clark.
"He wanted to stay another day in Metropolis at the last minute, but I still wanted to come back. What happened?" Chloe asked, still curious.
"Um. . . nothing much," Lana said, a little too quickly.
"Uh huh, sure," Chloe replied, totally not believing her. It's already happened before, them lying to her about being together. Friends tell friends everything, right? So why do they always hide it all? But then again, she stayed quiet.
"Now that you're back, I think I'm gonna head out," he said, looking at Chloe. Then Clark turned back to Lana. "I'll take you to therapy later, alright?"
"That'll be great," Lana said with a little laugh, but still not wanting him to leave. Clark got up off the couch, said his good-byes, and headed back home, leaving Lana there with Chloe in front of her still.
"You sure nothing happened, Lana? 'Cause when I saw you guys sleeping on the couch, you two looked pretty cozy there."
"Um. . . not really."
"Come on, you can tell me. Do you really want it to turn out how it was last time I found out you and Clark were together?"
"Uh-"
"We're still friends, right? And friends tell each other everything. So, sure, it may still hurt a little, but I hate how you guys always tell me last!" Chloe said in a semi-loud voice, irritated about the situation.
"I told you, I. . . don't think there's much."
"Yeah, sure Lana. . . seeing you in Clark's arms while you wake up is nothing much."
"Chloe. . . I'm not even sure about this myself." Lana had thought about, but still uncertain about if she was actually back together with Clark.
"You don't have to lie about it."
"But I'm not even sure if it was that much. Clark just helped me out though the night."
"Help you with what? A bath?"
"No, just with getting food or something. Just little things."
"You know Lana, people who say excuses tend to use the word 'just' a lot."
"I'm not lying! I'm ju-, I mean I'm confused still. You know how Clark is."
"Forget it. I think I'm gonna go work on the Torch. See you later." Chloe just walked away, losing her limited amount of patience and annoyed with her conversation with Lana, who was just sitting on the couch still as she stomped out of the house.
Chloe's POV:
I'm gone one day to Metropolis and that brought those two together? Ugh. . . I can't stand them. I mean, at least admit it. When I first stepped inside that house and went to the living room, I saw Clark there, with Lana. He had his arms all over her while they slept. Together. Eehw. Who knows what happened. Stupid me, for ever thinking there would be anything possible with Clark. That has got to be the dumbest thing I ever thought of. All I have left in my life is journalism. Without it, I'm nothing. That's all I practically do, all day, everyday. Pathetic, isn't it? Still, the first time Clark and Lana got together was just. . . too much for me to deal with. Sure, I knew it'd probably happen. I'm sure that's all that Clark ever thinks about, but what is their problem with telling me? But it really hurts to know that, but it's worse not knowing. Screwed, that's what I am, screwed. So what now? Should I go back to talk to one of them, or should I just dig deep into a new article to occupy myself? An article on what, Smallville's favorite couple back together? Ha! I don't want to deal with either one of them anytime soon. I guess I'll go research or write something to keep me busy. That's all I ever do anyways.
To be continued. . .
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Author's Notes:
All other reviewers, thank you and please continue to submit them! Reviews are always greatly appreciated.
Next chapter coming December 20th at the latest.
Author's Note: I know, this chapter is sort of short, but I thought a little is always better than nothing. Haha. I promise I'll post more as soon as I can, especially with Winter Break starting soon.
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Continued.
Next Morning:
The sun shone bright and early the next morning. It was so peaceful as the two continued to sleep. But then it all came to an end way too soon.
"Hi Lana! I'm back." Chloe shouted as she opened the door of her house. Finding Lana's bedroom empty, she looked over in the living room. Hearing that sharp, loud voice shocked Clark and Lana, two heads bobbing up from the couch where they slept. "Ahh!"
"What?" Lana said, sitting up, confused at first, but then realized why. Clark. Do their problems always have to relate with him? Seriously.
"Clark? What are you doing here?" Chloe asked, curious to know what happened.
"I was helping Lana last night 'cause she was having some trouble," Clark said, removing the blanket he and Lana had shared last night.
"Where's your dad, Chloe?" Lana asked, hoping Chloe wouldn't ask more about what had happened. Not that there was anything really wrong, but still. She knew Chloe still had a thing for Clark.
"He wanted to stay another day in Metropolis at the last minute, but I still wanted to come back. What happened?" Chloe asked, still curious.
"Um. . . nothing much," Lana said, a little too quickly.
"Uh huh, sure," Chloe replied, totally not believing her. It's already happened before, them lying to her about being together. Friends tell friends everything, right? So why do they always hide it all? But then again, she stayed quiet.
"Now that you're back, I think I'm gonna head out," he said, looking at Chloe. Then Clark turned back to Lana. "I'll take you to therapy later, alright?"
"That'll be great," Lana said with a little laugh, but still not wanting him to leave. Clark got up off the couch, said his good-byes, and headed back home, leaving Lana there with Chloe in front of her still.
"You sure nothing happened, Lana? 'Cause when I saw you guys sleeping on the couch, you two looked pretty cozy there."
"Um. . . not really."
"Come on, you can tell me. Do you really want it to turn out how it was last time I found out you and Clark were together?"
"Uh-"
"We're still friends, right? And friends tell each other everything. So, sure, it may still hurt a little, but I hate how you guys always tell me last!" Chloe said in a semi-loud voice, irritated about the situation.
"I told you, I. . . don't think there's much."
"Yeah, sure Lana. . . seeing you in Clark's arms while you wake up is nothing much."
"Chloe. . . I'm not even sure about this myself." Lana had thought about, but still uncertain about if she was actually back together with Clark.
"You don't have to lie about it."
"But I'm not even sure if it was that much. Clark just helped me out though the night."
"Help you with what? A bath?"
"No, just with getting food or something. Just little things."
"You know Lana, people who say excuses tend to use the word 'just' a lot."
"I'm not lying! I'm ju-, I mean I'm confused still. You know how Clark is."
"Forget it. I think I'm gonna go work on the Torch. See you later." Chloe just walked away, losing her limited amount of patience and annoyed with her conversation with Lana, who was just sitting on the couch still as she stomped out of the house.
Chloe's POV:
I'm gone one day to Metropolis and that brought those two together? Ugh. . . I can't stand them. I mean, at least admit it. When I first stepped inside that house and went to the living room, I saw Clark there, with Lana. He had his arms all over her while they slept. Together. Eehw. Who knows what happened. Stupid me, for ever thinking there would be anything possible with Clark. That has got to be the dumbest thing I ever thought of. All I have left in my life is journalism. Without it, I'm nothing. That's all I practically do, all day, everyday. Pathetic, isn't it? Still, the first time Clark and Lana got together was just. . . too much for me to deal with. Sure, I knew it'd probably happen. I'm sure that's all that Clark ever thinks about, but what is their problem with telling me? But it really hurts to know that, but it's worse not knowing. Screwed, that's what I am, screwed. So what now? Should I go back to talk to one of them, or should I just dig deep into a new article to occupy myself? An article on what, Smallville's favorite couple back together? Ha! I don't want to deal with either one of them anytime soon. I guess I'll go research or write something to keep me busy. That's all I ever do anyways.
To be continued. . .
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Author's Notes:
All other reviewers, thank you and please continue to submit them! Reviews are always greatly appreciated.
Next chapter coming December 20th at the latest.