Chapter
Eighteen
Chloe quickly picked off some undies from the top of her huge dresser, tossing them aside and showed Lana her make-up case. It was really her pencil and pen case. Lana opened it, pushed aside Chloe's bitten-up Bic pens and Ticondaroga pencils. She smiled when she finally saw Chloe's newish bottle of ox-blood polish, but that smile turned into a frown whe she got to the some of the cosmetics: a near-empty bottle of clear polish, four stix of eyeliner pencils, and a jar of concealer that now housed pencil shavings.
"You actually spent money on that horrible 'Metropolis Girl' brand?" Lana asked, incredulously. 'Metropolis Girl' was highly promoted, but was of such inferior quality that it was scrapped within a year. "Is this 'Hello Kitty' lipsgloss?" Lana turned and held the black little container with the white kitten face and pink paws up with disgust. "Chloe...that's so 4th grade."
"I'm from Metropolis, Chloe said lamely, like that was a good reason for buying some 'Metropolis Girl' cosmetics. "And that 'Hello Kitty' lipgloss...Clark gave it to Me on Valentine's Day last year..."
"Oh...well that's ok then," Lana said and dropped the gloss back in the case. "Hey! This can work," Lana smiled when she saw Maybelline VolumExpress mascara. It was a good brand and Lana loved the pink barrel. She opened it up; the liquid was all gunky and old. "Ew!"
"Sorry," Chloe said. Lana quickly tightened the mascara top and hid it under the pencils. "I just got that, too."
"Where's the rest?" Lana asked with a sigh, handing back the case.
"That's it," Chloe said, opened the case, took a unmarked #2 pencil and bit into it nervously.
"No, really," Lana said, looking at Chloe's dresser for signs of anything cosmetic. "Where's the rest of it?"
"Honest," Chloe said. "That's it." Lana gave Chloe a face of supreme disapproval. "At my old school," Chloe said quickly, "I wore lots of make-up."
"Yes," Lana said, looked at old class pictures of Chloe stuck on her dresser mirror, and noticed in each snapshot Chloe's clean, untouched face. "Tons of it. You look whorish."
"Well," Chloe said, chagrined, "maybe not like before. I'm more worried about this."
"Worried about what?" Lana asked; Chloe's total lack of cosmetics was mind-warping to Lana.
"RIGHT.HERE." Chloe stepped in front of Lana and pointed to the zit.
"That?" Lana asked, trying not to make a big deal about what looked like the makings of a boil, possibly a goiter. "I ...I thought it was a mole."
"I have 3 on this cheek," Chloe pointed out; Clark liked the triangular shape they made on her skin. "On this side: This. Is. A. ZIT!"
"Yeesh." Lana winced, forced to stare at it; she really, really didn't want to looked at that zit.
"OH GOD! It's worse than I thought!" Chloe flopped back onto her bed and covered her face with one of her many pillows.
"Calm down," Lana simply said. Chloe said something in anguish, but the pillow muffled her words. "Chloe, move the pillow so I can hear you."
"I take care of My skin!" Chloe shouted after moving the pillow. "Clark says I have perfect skin!"
"Do you use Neutrogena?" Lana asked and sat on the edge of the bed. "I use it all the time."
"Ummm...I like Clinique," Chloe said, propping herself up on her pillows.
"Here," Lana said and dug into her bag. She handed Chloe small samples of Neutrogena soaps and astringents.
"Samples?" Chloe asked when she took them from Lana. "And I thought Pete's love of product placement was bad."
"Huh?" Lana wondered.
"Nothing," Chloe whispered; the samples were a nice gesture. "But what about the zit?"
"Don't worry," Lana smiled, "I can cover any blemish you may have... plus it's not that big and pointy...I think I have some type of putty to build around it to smooth it out."
"Oh god." In Chloe's mind, she was becoming the female version of The Elephant Man.
"I need to bring in some reinforcements," Lana said.
"Reinforcements?" An image of Lana in safari clothing and wielding an elephant rifle popped in Chloe's head.
"Yeah," Lana said. "I'll be right back."
Lana ran to her car, grabbed her CD case and put that atop her make-up "case" once she got it from the back of the Corvette. The case was actually a HUGE black trunk, had multi-levels to it, contained everything a professional make-up artist would possibly have in it. Lana loved doing the make-up for all her friends and every girl on the cheerleading squad. She groaned while she dragged it into the house and upstairs; the trunk weighed a less than half than her own weight.
"You CAN'T have just one shade of pink in there," Chloe snarked when Lana made it into her room. Lana smiled. She let the trunk drop and rubbed her lower back. "Can you?" Chloe asked worriedly.
"Jeeze!" Lana grumbled. "Wear pink predominately for 15 years and you get typecast! I happen have every single color you could possibly imagine and all sorts of cosmetics in this damn thing."
"Impressive," Chloe nodded, and wondered just where Lana wore those different colors.
"I need music." Lana opened her CD carrier and helped herself to Chloe's stereo-system, taking out the Dave Matthews CD and slipped in a Joan Jett CD. Chloe's eyes went wide when she saw Lana suddenly sing with Joan Jett:
"I don't give a damn...'Bout my reputation...I've never been afraid of any deviation...An' I don't really care...If ya think I'm strange..I ain't gonna change...An' I'm never gonna care...'Bout my bad reputation...Oh no, not me...Oh no, not me"
"You DON'T have a bad reputation," Chloe giggled.
"What?" Lana said, snapped out of her reverie.
"You have like this spotless rep, Lana," Chloe said. "You're practically viewed as a nun by everyone ."
"To save your virgin ears, I'm going to paraphrase Kathryn's line from 'Cruel Intentions', ok?" Lana looked at Chloe with steely determination. "I didn't ask to be Lana Lang! Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine twenty-four seven, so I can be considered a 'laaaady'? Do you think I take great delight when I hear ... "Lana is so wonderful." "Lana is a model child." "Lana is going to make an excellent wife one day."
Chloe looked at Lana wided eyed.
"I'm like the Marcia Freaking Brady of Smallville and sometimes I want to KILL myself for it. Got it, Chloe? So there's your psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud...," She smiled at Chloe's shocked expression, and was happy to finally let someone in on her inner turmoil. "Now, about me doing your make-up...are you in or are you out?"
"In," Chloe smiled. 'This Lana really rocked', she thought. 'I wanna hang with this girl.'
"What's the overall effect you're going for?" Lana asked. She opened up the trunk and pulled out the attached trays. "Tart? Jezabelle? Harlot?" Lana wiggled her eyebrows. "Slut?"
"Umm...no," Chloe said mumbled, thinking Lana rocked a little less now. "I was thinking...Sassy! Smart! Strong! Sexy!" She said rapidly and grinned. In the future, Clark will say the same thing; kismet. Chloe sat up on her bed, and saw that with the amount of cosmetics Lana had, those effects would be easy to achieve.
"Ok, I can do that," Lana said halfheartedly, wishing Chloe said yes to at least one of her options; Lana did 'slut' make-up especially well. "Sit on the edge of the bed, Chloe."
"I don't want the make-up gun set to 'slut', Lana," Chloe said when Lana pulled out a lot of make-up.
"Too bad," Lana smiled, making sure Chloe's face was clean, dry and moisturized, "it is."
"That's funny," Chloe giggled.
"What do you mean?" Lana said, perfectly straight faced.
"Lana...," Chloe said.
"Don't worry, I won't make you look slutty...," She said and applied a liquid foundation, using a triangle-shaped sponge, making sure to blend past the jaw-line, not wanting a drastic line where the foundation stopped. "Well, not too slutty. It IS your first ever date and all."
"WHAT!"
"I'm kidding," Lana smiled sweetly. "Well, kind of...," Lana said. "We have to gradually build you up to slutty for Clark." She started applying the professional grade concealer with a brush on that ugly zit. "Tho springing it on him might be fun."
"Maybe this wasn't the best idea," Chloe whispered.
"Ok, ok," Lana said, pulling away from Chloe's frightened face. "I suppose you really want 'sassy-smart-strong-sexy', and not take my advice, right?"
"Yes," Chloe said, the thickness of the make-up on her face worrisome. "I thought that was implict the first time around with the not hoping the make-up gun was set on slut rider."
"How about 'sassy-smart-strong-sexy with a skanky dark hidden side'?" Lana asked.
"How about 'Clark...kiss Me'?" Chloe whispered, wondering if Lana was revealing more about her secret-self to her.
"I can make him want to do more," Lana said with a wink.
"Lets start with a kiss," Chloe said, wanting to feel Clark's lips again.
"Sounds like a plan," Lana nodded, giving up. Using the concealer, she applied some to the areas under the eyes and on Chloe's eyelids (this would help the eye shadow Lana was going to apply stay on better).
"It's getting dark," Chloe said, sitting motionless, fighting the caffiene jitters, while Lana applied eyeliner, using a liquid form for a more dramatic night look, to the lower lid and upper lid.
"Don't worry," Lana whispered. "It's custom to make the guy wait AT LEAST 15 minutes after he shows up."
"Ok." Chloe figured Lana knew...well, not knew best, but knew a bit more than she did about dating.
"Looking sexy," Lana said, applying the eye shadow a little stronger and darker on the lid and blended it out up into the crease.
"Really?" Chloe smiled; She was skeptical of Lana's skills at first, but while Lana deftly applied the make-up, she calmed down.
"You're a real hottie!" Lana said. "You're such a pretty girl and some make-up kicks you up to hottie status. Clark will go nuts!"
"Thanks!" Chloe's smile grew wider. Lana brushed on some blush on Chloe's cheeks, dusted on some powder to prevent shininess and to set the make up. She finished with Chloe's lips, going with a tinted flavored gloss.
"Melon," Chloe said, smacking her lips. Lana nodded. Chloe liked the flavor and hoped Clark would like the taste, too.
"Here," Lana said and handed Chloe a pink plastic handled mirror.
"Wow," she said in a teeny tiny voice, seeing a sassy-smart-strong-sexy superhottie with her make-up. She looked at Lana gratefully.
"If you get all teary eyed and ruin that make-up," Lana said with the sweetest of smiles, "I'll kick your a$$."
"Ok, no tears," Chloe said with a smile. She watched Lana reach into her trunk and grab some odd shaped tweezers. "What are you doing with those?"
"You have a few strays," Lana informed. She closed in on her.
"No...," Chloe scrambled back on her bed.
"Gunna getcha," Lana giggled and pounced on the bed. They giggled like what they were, schoolgirls. Suddenly, Lana straddled Chloe's stomach. "No really, I said gunna getcha...now...don't move." She plucked at a hair. Chloe yelped. Lana held the offending hair up triumphantly. "That damn hair was annoying me to my wit's end when I was applying the make up."
"Jeeze," Chloe whimpered while Lana plucked a new edge on her eyebrows. "I didn't think this would involve some type of torture..."
"You think thats torture?" Lana said, getting off of Chloe's tummy, and laid beside Chloe's prone body. "3 words: Brazillian Hot Wax."
"Brazil? What do you mean?" Chloe wondered. Lana rolled and whispered in her ear what was the Brazillian.
"NOOOOOO WAYYYYYYY!" Chloe screamed out; Lana fell off the bed.
"Why would ANYONE do that?" Chloe was amazed."I can't imagine all of it gone, let alone leaving a little bit." The Brazillian was...well...that 'look' was something Chloe would NEVER do. For anybody. She looked down at Lana, who was rubbing her butt. "Did...you...do...that?"
"No way!" Lana said. She straightened out her skirt and climbed back on the bed.
"Good!" Chloe was happy that Lana had some common sense.
"Well...the beauty shop in Metropolis won't let minors get it," Lana explained and Chloe's head reeled that Lana checked out the Brazilian. "A friend of a friend of a friend of some guy that dropped out last year is hooking me up with a fake ID, so I might get the Brazillian for the summer," Lana confided.
"I'm just getting a new swimsuit for summer," Chloe looking at Lana wide-eyed. Lana shrugged.
"Let's get your hair done," Lana said, climbing off the bed. "Keeping with the trend of your look, let's change up your style."
"Umm..." Chloe didn't know if she wanted to change it. She always the flip in her hair. Lana looked at her holding a narrowpiped curling iron. An idea flashed in Chloe's mind. "Maybe some randomly placed ringlets...and tousled hair...not flippy?"
"Oooh!" Lana smiled, envisioning the look already. "I love it!"
Chloe sat and Lana worked her magic again. Lana bopped her head and danced to some older alt rock music, spritzing Chloe's hair to create the crinkly tousled look.
"And now, the piece de irrésistance," Lana said and spun the curling iron in her hand. "The ringlets to make Clark randy!" Lana created tight spiral curls in Chloe's hair, spaced them evenly, not too many to overwhelm the rest of the hair's look or detract to her make-up, or the clothes. Lana shot quick puffs of hairspray to hold the hair in place. "Done...and you look HOT!"
"Whoa." Chloe nodded, looked in the mirror again, and smiled at Lana."You totally rock."
"Yes," Lana agreed and giggled. "I actually do. Now, since you don't any real makeup, I'm going to make a "care package" of makeup to take on the date."
"Cool...and it won't even dent your supply," Chloe giggled.
"Never EVER joke about make-up," Lana looking at Chloe in from the corner of her eye. "Make-up saved your butt from that zit."
"Touche." Chloe looked in the mirror; the zit was well hidden. Then she realized that Clark and Pete didn't mention it at all. She loved her boys.
Lana pulled out fresh lip gloss and some blush, placing it in Chloe's free hand. Chloe smiled. Then the smile faded; Lana created a MOUND of make-up products in her little hand. She dropped the mirror on the bed watching Lana kept piling on the makle-up in her palms.
"Jeeze, Lana," Chloe began to snark, "why don't you just give me a spray can?"
"It's not my fault you are so make-up deprived," Lana said. "And," she said, placing one last lipstick on the mound, "thats the last one."
"This is a ton," Chloe said, sitting on her bed, picking through the cosmetics. Chloe counted up 50 different pieces.
"This a normal amount for a girl in high school," Lana scolded. "Now that we are done...you need 'The Lana Rules for Dating', Chloe."
"I do?" Chloe asked.
"Yes, you do," Lana nodded. "You're lost: You have no make-up, no back-up clothes in case of an emergency...I shudder to think how you'll act on this date."
"Clark and I hang out everyday," Chloe pointed out. "Now its just going to be more...romantic."
"Look," Lana said, mad that Chloe made sense. "I have been getting Cosmo, Seventeen and Elle since I was 8. After years of reading the advice columns I created my own set of rules. They work perfectly with Whitney. I've helped other girls. Now its your turn. Go get your recorder."
"You're joking," Chloe laughed.
"Move it!" Lana pulled Chloe onto her feet. "Move it!"
"Ok!" Chloe grabbed her recorder, sat on the bed again, and frowned because there was no Clark around to get a sound check. Or save her from this situation, she realized when Lana cleared her throat.
"Ready for the 'Rules'?" Lana said, settling on the bed, too.
"Yes," Chloe pushed record. "These are the 'Lana Rules of Dating'..." She pointed the recorder at Lana.
"The First Rule," Lana said into the built in mic on the recorder. "Don't try too hard. This is still Clark. If you suddenly start acting all lovey-dovey weird around him, he'll regret changing the status. Do Stay Cool. In your case, Chloe, possibly endanger your life...He's used to that. After Clark saves you, don't give him a chance to just hug. Plant one on him hard. And when he opens his mouth in surprise, slip him some tongue."
"That's a pretty good rule," Chloe said with a slight nod; she berated herself for not going for the rescue french kiss before.
"The Second Rule is don't try and prod Clark into complimenting you on something," Lana said, looking at Chloe. "After what you told me about him in IM, knowing him he'll never get it, and you will look conceited or desperate. However...if he doesn't notice your new clothes, hairstyle, or perfume and doesn't say something...DO spill something on him."
Chloe giggled.
"The Third Rule." Lana stopped talking and did a quick ratta-tat on her thighs to the music. "I love that partof the song." Chloe smiled. "Third rule is: Do let Clark win you over, but provide a challenge, that way he feels like he worked for it, and you stay interesting," Chloe loved the idea of challenging Clark, and letting him win her. "Hint to him what he could win...all breathy in his ear then bite his earlobe."
"I like that rule," Chloe grinned. Lana nodded.
"The Fourth Rule is: Don't wear sticky or smelly lipgloss," Lana said and Chloe nodded. "Guys hate having it on their lips afterwards. Do wear fruity lipgloss like the kind I used on you, or gloss that wipes off easily." Chloe nodded again. "Don't uses his shirt to wipe off excess lipstick or gloss, especially at the bottom of the shirt. Whitney says Mrs. Fordman is still upset at Me for finding My lipstick there," Lana looked at the ceiling. "Jeeze, why she just get over it!"
Chloe just stared at Lana.
"Moving on," Lana blushed a bit. "The Fifth Rule is when applying perfume, don't forget the secret spot."
"Secret spot?"
"Don't interrupt," Lana smiled. "This applies for body lotion, too. The usuals are wrists and neck, and the secret spot is just below your lower abs, above the pubic bone." Lana pointed the spot on Chloe and Chloe blushed. "Clark will love it without even realizing it. Do whisper to Clark to sniff out your pulse points...and hint there's a special spot...grab his ears and guide him if needed."
"Ok!" Chloe said too enthusiastically. Lana thought there was hope for her yet.
"The Fifth Rule is important: Don't wait until the end of the night to get the goodnight kiss out of the way. It'll save alot of awkwardness later if it just happens sometime during the date," Lana said solemnly. "But don't jump the gun! Do be cute about it if you decide to plant one on him early, or encourage him lightly if he looks like he's considering kissing you."
"Ok...sounds sensible," Chloe opined.
"If Clark DOESN'T kiss you goodnight, do 1 of 2 things," Lana advised. "Grab him by the shirt and say 'what the hell? kiss Me idiot!' or two: start rumors at school about him and that milk cow Bessie. That will learn him. Learn him good."
Chloe started laughing.
"I'm serious!" Lana said, stone cold. Chloe's laugh died.
"Ok...so what do I do when at school and stuff?" Chloe asked. She was interested; Lana had good advice if she could filter the psychoticness from it.
"Ok...here's some general 'Lana Rules' for you," Lana offered with a smile. "If you catch another girl checking out Clark at school, thats ok. He's with you, she can be jealous all she wants." Chloe smiled; She waited over a year to finally get Clark, and she'd love to flaunt her boyfriend. "But," Lana added, "discreetly start rumors about her doing it in the dirty boiler room. That tactic really works...ask Heather Adams . She will never look at Whitney, I'll tell you that."
Chloe nodded. That rumor tore Heather up. And doing "it" in the boiler room? Chloe shuddered, the very thought of it made her gag.
"If you DO catch Clark checking out another girl, immediate and drastic action required," Lana said sternly. "Interrupt his gaze, like trip or something. If you trip, try to flash a little more flesh to erase the memory. Or mention that he hasn't found the special perfume spot yet. Anything to get his attention back to where it belongs. On you." Lana reached out and held Chloe's hand and said, "This may sound harsh...but try to find someone to try to kill you...but make sure Clark is close by."
"Umm...ok," Chloe said.
"When walking in the school hallways, try not to hold hands all the time," Lana said.
"Really?" Chloe was shocked. "But I been waiting SO long to do that!"
"An even better idea is to wrap an arm around each other," Lana winked, and Chloe smiled. "This gives you an opportunity to cop a feel under his backpack."
Chloe thought about Clark in his jeans, and his buns of steel. 'Yummy,' she thought.
"Or," Lana said, jolting Chloe away from mentally molesting Clark, "walk in front of him with his arms around you. This allows you to snuggle into his front, and feel how much he appreciates your cargo pants. Also, he gets a great birdseye view of the 'Chloevage' you got."
"What?" Chloe asked. Lana pointed at her chest.
"Chloevage?" Chloe said, looking down at her chest and grinned. "Chlooooowvage!"
"I just thought of it," Lana laughed. "And when Clark is thinking about the 'Chloevage' and snug pants, that is when you make plans for the weekend."
"Not a bad plan," Chloe said. Lana nodded slowly. Chloe started to think about how she was going to snuggle up to Clark at breaks at school Monday.
"Do you just give Clark's clothes back?" Lana wondered noticing that Clark's clothes were folded and stacked amid Chloe's haphazardly tossed-around clothes. 'She got it bad for him.' Lana thought.
"GIVE them back? HA! I make him gimme something for them," Chloe said with an evil grin. "A shirt for shirt...flannel for flannel...but I'm way ahead...I even snagged old baby pictures and stuff!"
"Nice Job!" Lana complimented. "But, do you just hand them back?"
"No," Chloe blushed. "I say to come over in an hour to get them. In between that hour, I wear them just after putting on some lotion. Then I spray on some perfume, THEN return the shirt or whatever to him," Chloe blushed even more; she never told anyone that. "That way they smell like Me. And Pete says Clark secretly keeps them in his pillowcase for a few days before giving them to his mom to wash!"
"Oooh ...very nice," Lana said. "I never knew you had it in you."
"Thank you...thank you," Chloe stood and bowed. She sat back on the bed. "I also leave some of My stuff in Clark's bedroom...in the loft, in his locker, in his backpack. You name it, I infiltrated it!"
"You're covering all the bases!" Lana said happily. "Now...to build on that, let's take it a step further..."
"Ok," Chloe agreed; anything that could further her relationship with Clark was always a good thing.
"Now that you are dating, go buy a Polaroid camera," Lana said.
"Umm...why?" In Chloe's mind, images of yoga positions and lots of skin showing popped up. She fretted; that was further along than she wanted. For now.
"When its time to return the shirt, take a Polaroid of you wearing just it alone, and stick it in the shirt pocket for him to find," Lana said with a knowing grin.
"Just the shirt?" Chloe said relieved; Clark's shirts and flannels were huge on her and the bottom hems fell mid-thigh. They made great pajamas.
"Yes," Lana said, "and, with flannels, leave some of the top buttons undone and show off that 'Chloevage.' Give him something other than 'Playboy' to look at."
"Clark doesn't have 'Playboys,' Lana," Chloe said confidently. "I checked...everywhere. Pete does, tho. Lots."
"All teenaged boys have 'Playboys' and they are well hidden," Lana said with an air of authority. "They are like precious jewels. Did you really check everywhere?"
"Well," Chloe thought, "everywhere in the house and Loft. Except I didn't check the storm cellar."
"Won't be there," Lana laughed. "Who'd hide anything in there?"
"Yeah," Chloe laughed at the sheer absurdity of Clark hiding something precious down there. "But a Polaroid? I have a digital camera...I can just send him pix," Chloe said...and thought she should have been doing that the whole time.
"NO!" Lana yelled into the recorder and startled Chloe. Chloe fumbled it and it landed on the bed. She scooped it up and held back up to Lana. "I speak from experience: E-mails can be opened by parents. It's not the same putting a pic tucked away into a pocket... use the cam to take, download and print out the pics."
"Gotcha," Chloe said with a smile. "You 'actually' have some practical advice, Lana."
"I have lots of experience...lots and lots of it," Lana said with a secret smile.
"Does Nell have any idea about your 'experience'?"
"She asks if I sometimes if I feel the temptations of peer pressure," Lana said with a innocent smile, going into her favorite part of 'Cruel Intentions.' She showed Chloe the small crucifix necklace she wore on along with the meteorite nugget necklace. "I tell her I turn to God and he helps me through the problem." She clasped the crucifix and closed her eyes. The she opened one eye. "Saying that just keeps Nell off my back when I go out the "that older boy" Whitney."
"Ok," Chloe laughed. "You're bad!"
"Thanks!" Lana smiled. "You made My night. Now...lets choose some perfume, and you, Miss Sullivan, are ready!"
They carried some perfume bottles that Lana brought and went down to the kitchen.
"Hey girls," Gabe Sullivan said, home from work. It was 6:30 pm. He looked at the girl by Chloe. "Who are you?"
"Hi Dad," Chloe said. "This is Lana...she's my friend."
"Hi, Mister Sullivan," Lana said and waved.
"A girl? That's a change," Gabe said. Chloe rolled her eyes. "Chloe always has Clark over. I'm going to start charging him rent." Lana laughed. "I'm all set to bring out the cot for him to sleep on in the den."
"Dad!" Chloe said, embarrassed. Lana laughed some more.
"Ok, ok," Gabe smiled. "I'm going to watch 'Sportscenter' on ESPN."
"Ok, Pops," Chloe said brightly.
"Nice meeting you, Mr. Sullivan," Lana grinned.
"Nice meeting you, Lana." Gabe said and left the girls alone.
"Hmm...on second thought...maybe Clark staying here is a good idea," Chloe said with a huge grin to Lana.
"I HEARD THAT!" Gabe's voice bellowed from the den.
The girls laughed and started to test each perfume. Between sprays, they sniffed coffee grounds to clear the perfumes from their nostrils.
"OOOO!" Chloe yelled happily. "I love this one!"
"'Be Delicious' from DKNY ," Lana smiled. "Good scent." Chloe loved the slight apple scent to it. She spritz it on her pulse points. "Forgetting one" Lana reminded and pointed, and a blushing Chloe sprayed the secret spot.
"I have an idea," Chloe said and sprayed behind and on her earlobes a cinnamon scent. "A nice surprise for Clark."
"Great idea!" Lana exclaimed. "I'm using that one."
There was a knock on the door.
"Stay here!" Lana yelled to Chloe, ran and peeked out the window by the door.
It was Clark.
It was 6:45.
He was way early for The Date.