Telling You
Chapter 6: Good-Night
A/N: See! I haven't stopped writing this story! Thank the lord, I didn't. Luckily when I was editing the story so it would be more mistakes free for my fanfiction collection website named Paradox, the words came to me.
Does anyone else happen to LOVE Season 5? Except for the whole Lana/Clark thing, I'm perfectly content with it. Oh and can anyone tell me what happened in the beginning of the episode titled "Lexmas"? (the Christmas episode) I missed it, but I saw the scene where Lex goes on and on about Christmas after he and his son brought back the Christmas tree. I want to know what happened with Chloe and Clark at the tree lot or whatever they were at! I loved her long hair!
Chapter 7 probably will be a while, but I'm working on it. Wish me luck on it!
I'm sorry for this chapter being short, but I wanted to let you guys know that this story is alive again!
Italics are thoughts!
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Martha handed her one and Chloe ate it hungrily. "Thank you Mrs. Kent, I'm starving, I haven't eaten since seven o'clock this morning. These taste outstanding."
"Seven o'clock? Chloe, dear, you need to eat more then cookies! I'll heat you up some lunch." Martha said and started to look through the shelves of the Refrigerator.
"Thank you Mrs. Kent," Chloe said and took another bite of a chocolate-chip cookie. First-class, Chloe thought to her self as she licked her lips. Chocolate-chip cookies, Martha Kent's award winning cookies. They were so good and loved by anyone who ate them that it seemed like it was against a law to not like them. Chloe laughed at a thought of some guy getting arrested for disliking them. That would be interesting to watch…
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About a few hours after Chloe had eaten and talked with Martha, she excused herself, grabbed her small suitcase and made her way to the guestroom upstairs. It was a relatively small room, but it was still roomy. Walls painted a light blue, with the door and window frames were painted white. A dark brown wooden drawer stood beside the very small closet (which had a few hangers hanging in it), and a comfort chair right near the door. On the opposite side of the door stood the single bed, for there was no more room for a double bed. Chloe didn't mind one bit, as long as it was warm and comfortable. Packing away a weeks' worth of clothing in the drawers, Chloe quickly climbed into the bed. Curling up inside the nice warm blanket, Chloe let a small giggle out from her lips. Seconds later, Chloe had fallen to sleep.
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"Clark!" Martha exclaimed cheerfully, but she was a bit surprised. "I didn't think you would come tonight, you're due tomorrow."
"Nice to see you too, Mom." Clark laughed as he kissed her cheek, "Well I finished all my paper work early, and I only need to pack clean underwear as I have tons of clothes that still fit me in my room."
"All right, sweetheart. Do you want some dinner? I can heat some up if you'd like." Martha said, walking over to the refrigerator.
"Nah, I don't feel hungry, I ate two sandwiches about two hours ago. But I'll love come apple cider if you have any." Clark said, leaning against the table. Martha nodded and quickly took the apple cider out from the refrigerator and grabbed a glass and filled it up. Walking towards Clark, she handed it to him with a warm motherly smile.
"So?" Martha asked as Clark drowned the whole glass. She didn't want to know how the cider was, because she already knew it was good. But she wanted to know what was going on with him and Chloe. No matter how much she tried to ask Chloe that afternoon, she couldn't get the real reason why they both came back to Smallville.
"Yummy, mom, as always," Clark stated, grinning at her with his ear-to-ear smile.
Rolling her eyes, Martha stated, "You know that's not what I'm talking about. Now, what's going on with the two of you?"
Frowning, Clark said "Nothing much, mom, but there is something me and Chloe need to tell you something, but I think we'll wait till tomorrow or something. Anyway, where's Chloe? I haven't seen or heard her."
Frowning herself, Martha stated while cleaning up Clark's glass, "She's upstairs in the guestroom, she went back to sleep. It seems like she hasn't been sleeping all that well. And before you ask, your father is upstairs sleeping as well. He has a busy day ahead."
"All right then, I guess I'll head up now, night mom." Clark said, kissing his mother's cheek. Martha smiled up at her boy.
"Good night, Clark. Sweet dreams."
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Going up the steps, Clark quickly walked towards the guest room. He wanted to make sure she was alright. Opening the door little by little, Clark snuck his head through the opening and glanced at the bed. He could see she was asleep. She had the blanket on the floor and he could see she shiver as she curled into a human ball. Smiling to himself, he went into the room and grabbed the blanket from the floor and swung it around her. In her sleep, she quickly grabbed it and held it with all her might with a small smile lighting her face. Laughing inside his mind at how cute Chloe was at the moment, he quickly kissed her forehead. Backing away, whispering "sweet dreams" to her, Clark left the room.
After he left her room, he went to the bathroom, and then went to his room to get ready for bed. He quickly dressed and climbed into his childhood bed. Man how I missed you bed… so comfy… After his thoughts towards his bed, he quietly fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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