A/N2: Dec 7, 2012: I'm on roll today; here's another re-vamped chapter.

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A/N: Hi guys! Yeah I know I suck at updating regularly. I hope to write more in the next week, which is my last week of holidays. Maybe they'll actually be in Metropolis by next week! Thanks for the great reviews! R&R! Anyways, here's chapter 6. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 6:


Chloe eyed a red, short, sleeveless dress, hanging in her closet, dubiously. She was contemplating its appropriateness to wear to dinner with Lex later tonight. Still unsure, she pulled it out of her closet and threw it on the pile that was now her bed.

She took a glance inside her closet only to find there was nothing else. Everything she owned now lay on her bed.

"How is this possible? I own a massive load of clothes and I've nothing to wear?" Chloe exclaimed in frustration.

The only thing left to do was re-check the pile of discarded clothes. There must be something…

But to her total dismay, she finally conceded that she really didn't own anything suitable at all. She flopped backwards onto the pile not caring that she was wrinkling her wardrobe.

After a few minutes of lamenting how she was like Cinderella, meeting her prince for the first time, in major need of a Fairy Godmother, when two thoughts suddenly hit her. One, save it for Disney, Chloe… And two, she had someone who could fit the bill of Fairy Godmother for tonight.

"I'll call Lana; she can help me find something to wear!"

Just as she began to dial the number to the Talon, she heard someone call out, "Chloe, Mr. Sullivan, anyone home?"

Lana! she thought happily. Not only was she a Fairy Godmother, she was psychic too!

"Lana!" she called out desperately. "I'm up here."

A concerned looking Lana appeared in Chloe's door way a second later. "Chloe, are you all—Whoa, what happened in here?"

Lana's eyes surveyed Chloe's disaster zone room.

"Um… I couldn't find anything to wear," Chloe replied sheepishly

"Where are you going?" Lana asked.

"Dinner… with Lex," she answered tentatively.

Lana's face took on a wondrous look. "You have a date with Lex?"

"It's not a date," she said automatically. "We're going as friends."

"Yeah, sure you are… If it's not a date then why are you worrying about what to wear?" Lana countered.

"Who said I'm worrying?" Chloe replied defensively.

"Chloe, your clothes are in a pile on your bed. I happen to know that they are all nice, wearable clothes," Lana said laughingly.

"All right, I'm worrying." She pleaded with her wide, green eyes. "Now, are you going to help me find something to wear or do you want to stand there laughing at me all day?" Chloe asked, annoyed and anxious.

"I'll help," Lana replied, very amused with herself.

Lana began to sort through the pile, making two piles: the possibilities and the no way's.

After an hour of sorting, they finally decided on a short, navy blue dress, made from a shiny material, held up by two thin straps. Chloe found shoes to match. And Lana had a filmy scarf to match that they threw around her neck.

Together they fixed up Chloe's hair, choosing to leave it down but to clip part of it back behind the ear. Her make-up was also simple, a little blush, light lip color and black eyeliner and she was good to go.

By the time she was done getting ready she had fifteen minutes to spare before Lex would be arriving. Her father had arrived by that time, too. When Chloe came downstairs to greet him, he seemed speechless at the sight of her.

"Dad?" she prompted.

"Sorry, honey," he said sheepishly, a glowing look overcoming his face. "Chloe, you look beautiful!"

"Thanks Dad," she replied, actually blushing.

At seven sharp, the doorbell rang, causing Chloe's nerves to flare up. She looked to her dad and Lana before getting up to answer the door before, God forbid, her dad did.

Opening the door, she found Lex standing there, back to her. When he turned around at the sound of the door opening, she saw that he was holding a bouquet of red roses. Chloe's blush from earlier resurfaced.

She watched him watch her. His mouth parted slightly as if he were about to say something, but no words came out. After a few more seconds of staring Lex finally spoke, "These are for you," holding out the flowers to her.

She smiled brightly, taking them from him. "They're beautiful Lex, thank you," Chloe replied.

Her dad suddenly appeared at her side and Chloe instantly cringed. "Mr. Luthor, How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Sullivan, and please call me Lex," Lex said congenially.

Chloe took the moment during their exchange just to take in how good Lex looked. He wore a black suit, tailored to fit perfectly. He looked like a bald-headed double-o-seven, hot.

"I trust you'll be bringing Chloe home at a reasonable time, say before
midnight," her dad suggested. "Anyways, not much else to do around here after that, right?"

"Dad!" Chloe exclaimed. He was making her sound like the teenager that she was. She didn't want to make her age that obvious.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sullivan," Lex assured. "Chloe will be safe with me."

Before her dad could say anything else, Chloe actually took Lex's hand, pulling him towards the walkway. "We should get going, Lex."

She shut the door behind them, ignoring her dad's frowning face. She was a big girl now and could take care of herself. Her dad would just have to deal.

Reaching the limo—he'd picked her up in an honest-to-goodness limo—she turned to face him; he was watching her with a look on his face that she couldn't decipher.

"You look absolutely stunning, Chloe," he breathed out.


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