Nothing Like You And I
By: trory-goddess

DISCLAIMER: Nope...still don't own a damn thing.

A/N: Yeah. So you all are going to have to become accustomed to my updating habits...they're foul. I suck at updating. This is due to the fact that my muse is an evil, tempermental, slave-driving biatch, but whatever I won't place blame. It's her fault, though. Just so it's clear.

Anywho, hope you guys like this chapter. It's relatively short, but just meant to move the plot along. So...R&R!

SHOUT-OUT(S): My Chlark beta, Tanya I know you didn't get to read this first, but I figured you'd just be happy with an update...hehe...and to all my loves with whom I chat on the regular (Sur, Maz, Mere, Lisa, Grant, etc. etc.) much mushies.


CHAPTER II: Like, BFF!


Sitting on his bed surrounded by textbooks and loose-leaf paper, Clark heard a knock at his bedroom door.

"Come in," he called, not looking up from the task at hand.

Chloe peeked her head inside and beamed at the sight of him being so diligent. "Wow, you really weren't kidding about that studying thing, were you?"

Clark's vision shot up at the sound of her voice, and his face broke out into that patented million-dollar smile. "Hey."

"Hey there – the front door was open so…"

"Oh that's fine," he waved off, shifting things around on the bed so he could actually get up and walk over to her. "You…want something to drink?"

She made a pseudo-pensive face. "Hmm…not so much. I would like a kiss though…"

"Chlo…" he whined, even though he continued to walk closer, "I've got so much work to do."

"And giving me a kiss will just – screw all that up."

He wrapped one hand around her waist, cradling her face with the other. "Yes…NO," he immediately corrected when he saw her eyebrow lift, "…no, it'll just…delay it a little."

"Or a lot," she teased, passing by his mouth and standing on her toes to take his earlobe lightly between her teeth.

Groaning, he rested his forehead on her shoulder. "I should just give up, shouldn't I?"

"Mhm," she nodded, threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and starting the kissing process.

It didn't take much for him to succumb to Chloe's feminine wiles, helping her out of her jean jacket and tossing it somewhere in his room to be forgotten then letting her do the same with his white T. He wondered why she pulled back from the kiss only to find she was staring him down like…a really starving person looking at a table full of…food…lots of food.

He gulped and grinned shyly. "What?"

Chloe tore her eyes away from his torso and looked at him, chuckling. "You're honestly going to tell me you've never noticed how your body just doesn't stop?"

"Doesn't stop what," he questioned with a lilt of laughter in his voice, totally oblivious.

Enamored, she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her tongue along and inside his mouth before finishing with a kiss. "They don't make anymore like you, do they?"

Clark managed to smirk knowingly and answered, "I don't think so," while he walked them back to the edge of his bed, where he then sat and she straddled his lap, more than happy to continue with the heated make-out session. And it did continue…for a long, long time. Well, in the make-out sense, of course.

She accidentally shifted her hips to get more comfortable, but decided based on his loud reaction to have a few more "accidents" and play it off as innocently as possible. Even with all the kissing that commenced, he'd barely gotten her shirt off, too distracted with his hands roaming under it. Then there was a knock at the door. The two of them exchanged panicked glances then scrambled for their absent clothing.

He was a bit faster, tugging on his T-shirt and cracking open the door, just wide enough so his upper body could be seen. "Mom…"

Mrs. Kent smiled, and he returned the gesture tightly, clearing his throat. "You're home already?"

"Already? Clark, it's almost 6:00."

"Oh." Wow…time really flies when you're making out.

"I just wanted to tell you that dinner'll be ready in about 15 minutes…we're having leftovers tonight."

Clark nodded in a stiff-necked manner, looking warily over his shoulder to assess the status of Chloe's dress while Martha patted the pile of folded laundry in her hands and asked, "Is Chloe here?"

"What?" How could she know that!

On cue, Chloe popped up behind Clark, fully-clothed and fresh-faced. "Mrs. Kent – Clark and I were just, um…studying."

He didn't respond immediately, his brain still fogged over, so she gave him a little friendly nudge. "Yeah, we've got a lot of stuff to do for…school, so we were…studying."

Chloe's plastered smile faltered for an instant at how lame and forced he sounded, but Martha obviously had other things on her mind and didn't notice. "Well, you're welcome to stay for dinner, Chloe – I can call your dad for you and let him know."

"Thanks, Mrs. Kent, that would be great."

With that, Martha headed to the linen closet then downstairs to the kitchen to finish up the meal preparation.

Clark looked back at Chloe's amused expression just long enough for her to pull him back into the room by his shirt and kiss away what little bit of resolve he had left. Thankfully, his foot did the honors of closing the door behind them.


"Martha, once again – you've outdone yourself," Jonathan broke into the comfortable silence as the Kents and Chloe sat around the dinner table.

She beamed at her husband. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying it, dear…so…Clark, how was your day?"

Clark looked up wide-eyed at the sound of his voice, just in time to catch Chloe's concealed smirk and grin in return. "Uh…it was good. Y'know. School, homework –"

"Making out on newspaper room desks," a small, almost unheard voice chimed in. Clark's expression turned panicky.

Martha cleared her throat and glanced in the direction of the voice, completely oblivious. "I'm sorry, what was that Chloe?"

Chloe's enjoyment of her brilliantly laid comment was short-lived, and she was quickly gaping for an appropriate response. Now it was Clark's turn to feel enjoyment at her expense. "Uuuummm…lots of students…sitting in desks."

"Oh," she replied, grinning pleasantly and taking another bite, for which Chloe was thankful so her face could crumble in embarrassment without being seen.

Quick, change the subject. "So Clark, I hear the football team's been giving you a break lately."

Clark caught eyes with the desperate blonde and took the hint that the conversation needed saving. "Oh…yeah. Feels good not to be such an outsider for once. I think they've learned to deal with the fact that I'm not goin' anywhere. And the points I make mean just as much as the ones they make. Plus, I've gotten better at learning to control my abi – "

Jonathan and Martha both sent visual silencers Clark's way the instant the word began to form in his mouth. Oops. Forgot it wasn't just them tonight. Uh…thinking on one's feet….

"My…uh…absent-minded…ness…"

Chloe gave him a piteous expression. "Good luck trying to control that one, Buster. You, the award-winning king of strategically occurring tardiness."

His playful glare was met with her challenging eyebrow, half-feigning innocence, none-too-lessened by the accompanying chortles from his parents.

"Chloe's right," Martha interjected, shooting her son a knowing eye message, "Clark does seem to have a problem with being all the places he wants to be at the same time. But, maybe the more he hangs out with you, Chloe, the better his chances are at finding what his priorities are and sticking to them."

The grin on Chloe's face turned subtly smug, and she poked at her food in triumph. "Well, y'know…I'm a busy woman, but I'll see what I can do to fit him in…make a few calls, maybe move some things around on my schedule."

If you were sitting at the table, looking at the top, you'd think Clark was smiling at her jest. But, if you were positioned under the table, you'd know that he was smiling because her hand had found its way to his inner thigh and was rubbing it in quite a suggestive manner.

Jonathan chuckled. "That's good of you, Chloe. But in all seriousness, it's been great, you being around Clark, growing up…he's really lucky to have such an honest, genuine friend like you in his life."

And, with a pained cringing of Clark's face, all suggestive rubbing had stopped.

He hadn't told them.

She'd waited most of her childhood and teenage/not-quite-an-adult-yet life for him to wake up and grab a clue from the smart peoples' pile, maybe realize she was more than just the quippy blonde chum who was always around for a good laugh and a mean game of Undercover Brother. He'd finally done just that, and he hadn't even bothered to tell the two people she was sure to whom he told everything. He had a whole day and a half to take care of that crap, and he couldn't even do that right. Now she was going to be pissed.

Trying not to appear so crestfallen, Chloe casually used her newly unoccupied hand to run her fingers through her hair and appear completely normal. "Friend…yeah. Yeah, we're great friends. Smashing, in fact. Off the charts. Right…buddy?"

Clark winced even further at her bitter dig, knowing he deserved it. "Yeah. Off the charts."

The room was now divided – one part was all smiles and blissfully unaware, one part was seeing red, and one part was up to his eyebrows in some deep ass shit.

This was going to be a long night.


Yes. So that was Ch. 2, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Leave me some droppings, and also...

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