Title: Your Secret Side – Chapter Two
Author: winterfirestorm
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nicodemus
Keywords: Chlex, fluff, love letters, Chloe POV
Category: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, no matter how much I wish they did.
Author's Notes: This chapter is more on Chloe's thoughts, than the actual storyline, but I get back to it next chapter. Please review!
Was it just me or was Clark nicer to me today? He seemed friendlier than usual. And did anyone else notice Lex sitting next to me, and not Clark in the Talon? Maybe I should see a doctor. I think someone's been slipping something into my food. You never know what's really in that cafeteria food. Clark or Lex. Seriously.
During lunch Pete asked me who I hoped had sent it. I told him I didn't know. And I didn't at the time. But now I've thought about it a bit, I think I know. And I know what you're thinking. Clark, right? Wrong. At first I thought it was him, but I wondered if I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him. I couldn't. His farm boy naiveté may be cute now but it won't be in a few years. And it's not Pete, and definitely not Ken. Don't tell me you're wondering 'Oh my God, I can't believe she likes Whitney'. But it's not him either. Believe it or not it was Lex. Well, actually Mr. Luthor, but after his persistent attempts for me to call him Lex, I gave in.
If anyone ever finds out, I think I'll have to run away and join the circus. But then again, he probably knows I like him. I mean, every teenage girl in Smallville is in love with him. Hell, even Lana is. Suave, intelligent and rich. That's what women really want. But he didn't fall for Amy, or Lana (she told me what she had done), so what makes me think he's fallen for me? Well, I don't. It's just a hope.
I think it was Ken though; he would do something like that. But I hope it wasn't. He's too sleazy for me.
When I got home the letter I had placed in the mailbox was gone. Either the person had come and got it or a stranger had taken it. I don't know which one I hoped for more. This secret admirer thing was new to me, and I couldn't help but get frustrated - and scared. I really wanted to know who sent it to me, while hoping I wouldn't have to let anyone down or personally deal with any meteor freaks.
There wasn't a note there when I got home so I figured I wouldn't hear from the person today. Just before my Dad came home though, I went into the kitchen, and there under the front door was another letter, just like the first.
It read:
Dear Chloe,
I trust you. People wouldn't like anything more than a friendship between us though, and possibly not even that, for so many reasons. When you are older I may be able to tell you who I am, but until that time, we will have to be satisfied with these letters.
Anonymous.
After that all I could think of Lex. I mean, who else would people, in particular my Dad be really against me dating? Unless there is someone I haven't thought of yet. I just don't know anymore.
Dear Anonymous,
I don't care what people think. Well, at least not the people who don't like me, and those who do would deal with it. If you are who I have started to think you are, then I'm sure the people who matter to me will like you. They actually already like you (if you are who I think you are), and I don't think it would take much for them to accept you us.
But you sound so reluctant about it all. Does this mean you wanted to tell me you like me, but not go anywhere with it?
Please let me know,
Chloe
There, I'd said I think I know who that is. Maybe that will prompt him (assuming it is a 'him' – in this town it could be an 'it') to tell me who he is. What I really need is some advice. Times like this I really wish my Mum were still alive. I mean, Dad's excellent when it comes to raising me, but sometimes a girl just needs a mother.
I'm going to visit Mrs. Kent. She's always been like a mother to me. Even though she hasn't known me my whole life, she still tells me I can talk to her whenever I need to. And right now, I need someone I can talk to, that won't discourage me from pursuing a relationship with a stranger (my Dad) or just take it as a joke (Clark and Pete).