So, here were the results more or less: 1)5 picks 2) 1 pick 3) 3 picks. So the Eiffel Tower choice is the one. It will mostly span over the next two chapters.
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The first night was quiet, but Clark Kent was uncomfortable. Lana Lang had the only bed in the room because Clark had insisted on it. So he was stuck with a couch that did not fit his six foot three frame. His neck was sore from laying in a bad position. His back ached from behind bent, and his legs hung over the edge. And he was tired. So the lack of need sleep was making him cranky.
Clark tried to just lay awake, hoping eventually he would fall into a much needed slumber. But then he looked over at Lana who was stirring. Clark pulled himself up onto his feet, and moved over to her. Lana was tossing and turning, a fearful look on her face.
Nightmares, thought Clark. As much as he dreamed about his origins and parents, he hadn't really taken into consideration how much Lana probably had nightmares. Not just because of her parents' death that she had witnessed, but because of all the other things as well. Some many people had tried to hurt her, or were obsessed with her. She lost Whitney as well, and when Tina Greer had imposed as her deceased boyfriend, the realizations had probably stirred her nightmares.
Lana was not saying anything or talking in her sleep, so Clark had no idea what was haunting her. But he knew what he had to do. Clark slowly laid himself on the bed behind Lana's back. He put his arm around her ,and she curled up against him, pressing against his chest. Clark stroked her hair, and rested his cheek against her head. Lana snuggled against him more, and a single tear slid down her cheek. Clark looked at her with a sorrowful gaze.
"Clark?!" A light flicked on. Clark flipped around to see who it was, while the edge of the bed started to sink. He fell of the bed, and the mattress snapped upward, bouncing a sleeping Lana into the air and off the bed. Chloe slapped her hand over her mouth to keep her from cracking up. "Wow Clark, I never thought you and Lana would share a bed." Chloe stated with a smile.
"We weren't. Lana was just having a bad dream, and---"
"You were gonna wake her? Yeah, right Clark, of course." Chloe cut him off.
"Chloe, I wasn't doing anything sneaky." Clark pleaded with his friend. Chloe just laughed softly. Lana suddenly popped up on the other side of the bed. Her hair was really messy and clinging to her mouth. Her smile was turned upside down in a frown.
"What's going on?" She asked grouchily.
"Well, sorry to wake you guys from your tender moment." Lana gave Chloe a confused laugh. "But Charlie and I were going to take a trip to the Eiffel Tower, and were wondering if you guys wanted to come with us. I hear it's really beautiful in the middle of the night. So, what do you say?"
"Wait a minute Chloe. You and Charlie are still together? I thought you were following him or something." Clark asked as he walked toward the girls.
"Actually Clark, I met him a few months ago in Metropolis, on a trip. He told me about this trip and asked me to go along. And no Clark, he didn't use his powers to make me like him. He only did that on the plane because I asked him to. And really, he's not the actual meteor rock affected person I was following. It was someone else who's staying here. He's going to the Eiffel Tower tonight, so we're going to follow him."
"Chloe!" Clark exclaimed quickly. "You're going to follow him? You don't know how dangerous he is!"
"So that's why Charlie is coming with me and that's why I aked you guys." She retorted, holding her ground. Lana, now more awake and less grumpy, smiled.
"Sure Chloe, that sounds great. I'll go." Lana replied. Then she looked at Clark.
"Fine, I'll go too. But be careful, Chloe." Clark warned. Chloe sighed, knowing that the only reason Clark was going because Lana had offered. "Thank you, Lana." She said, looking away from Clark.
"We'll meet in ten minutes in the lobby."
"Hey, Chloe." Clark called after her before she disappeared into her room. "Are you and Charlie sleeping in the same bed?"
"No, he's on the couch." She answered as someone groaned.
"No kidding."
Clark exited the room in his new clothes that Lana had fitted him for with her money. Clark had insisted he would pay her back, but she denied it saying that what he had already done was enough to pay her back.
Clark stood with a tight, solid green T-shirt with an open dark brown jacket, and baggy black jeans. He had even messed with his hair a little for Lana.
"Wow Clark Kent, I did know I could bring the farmer's mentality out of you." Lana said as she looked him over again.
"It's just that I don't go shopping for clothes that much. I see you like your new clothes too, Lana." Clark beamed as he stared at her. Lana nodded with a pearly white smile.
She wore a dark purple blouse that stopped at her midriff, with short sleeves. She also had a black denim jacket that fitted loosely on her, then long sleeves reaching past her wrists. She had on black jeans to match as well. Her hair was pulled back along the sides with a clip, and the rest hung partly on her shoulders and down her back.
"Well, let's go find Chloe and Charlie." Lana suggested, stepping into the nearest elevator. Clark followed her and pressed the lobby floor button. After descending to the lobby, the two found Chloe and Charlie standing near the entrance, waiting. Chloe and Charlie had on new clothes as well.
Chloe had a bight red top with thin sleeves that only covered part of her shoulders. Over it, she wore a dark blue denim jacket. She also had a mixed dark and light blue skirt over black pants.
Charlie had a white muscle shirt with a black jacket over it, and brown baggy pants. The two saw them and met.
"Let's hurry, I want to get there fast." Chloe uttered quickly, making her way out the door. Clark reluctantly followed.
I hate heights.
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A/N: Thanks to everyone who sumbited their choices. And thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far. Thanks, and please keep reviewing.