EPILOGUE
Chloe/Lana phone call:
Chloe: OHMIGOD!
Lana: I saw! It looked dreamy!
Chloe: it was! I didn't want the kiss to end!
Lana: If you take away all the deaths and other gross stuff, it was really romantic!
Chloe: Umm...yeah. Hey, thanks again.
Lana: You're welcome, and thank you...Whitney loved the tank top
Chloe: really?
Lana: lets just say...a dry cleaning is in order
Chloe: laughs
Lana: Bye...Call me tomorrow.
Chloe: Ok...'Night.
Chloe puts the ticket stub, the carnival flyer and pieces of Clark's t-shirt in a scrapbook. She closes the scrapbook. She smiles at the cover: it had a heart that could hold a picture; she had a picture of her and Clark that Pete took that summer in the snug holder. Chloe writes Chloe/Clark Forever under the picture, and hides the scrapbook under her bed and waits for Clark's phone call...
Clark/Pete phone call:
Clark: dude...ok ...the details...
Pete: bro...a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell
Clark: I thought you wanted details?
Pete: I saw it...and I just wanted to talk to My best friend on his big night...
Clark: it was a crazy night
Pete: expect less?
Clark: nowadays no...
Pete: Me and Erica are gunna head to Grandville's Mall...and she wants you and Chloe to hang with us...
Clark: I'll ask her out when I call
Pete: ask her out? smooth my man...smooth
Clark: bye man
Pete: bye
Chloe and Clark phone call:
Clark: hi
Chloe: hi
Clark: still headachy?
Chloe: no...I could have sworn I had a concussion, too. I do have lots of pink marks, but no cuts. Dad's glad.
Clark: great
Chloe: yeah
Clark: Pete says Erica wants us to go with them to the mall
Chloe: ok
Clark: I want you to go out with me Sunday
Chloe: ok
Clark: wanna know where?
Chloe: I already said I'll follow you anywhere...
Clark: oh...
Chloe: you're blushing, huh?
Clark: yeah
Chloe: you're so cute when you do that...I have to confess: I have your PE shirt...some flannels...a pair of pants...baby pictures...I have like a trunk full of stuff...
Clark: wow
Chloe: I have your rocket ship
Clark: WHAT?
Chloe: Your mom showed me the little rocket ship you used to play with when you were widdle; I snitched it.
Clark: Ohhhhhh...ok
Chloe: want them back?
Clark: whenever you want to give them back, sure
Chloe: ok...just don't let your mom look the pocket's m'kay?
Clark: m'kay...but you have something of mine you can't give back
Chloe: what?
Clark: My heart
Chloe: oh wow...umm...can you kiss me like that every time you save me?
Clark: how about I just kiss you anytime? seems less dangerous...
Chloe: I'd like that
Clark: I really liked the gloss
Chloe: I'll wear it all the time
Clark: its late...
Chloe: yeah
Clark: good night... snugglebunny
Chloe: you actually have to snuggle me to call me that
Clark: well...we have Satyrday and sunday to practice...
Chloe: ok...night night
Clark: night...and Chloe?
Chloe: yes, Clark?
Clark: I forgot to say something.
Chloe: what?
Clark: I love you
Chloe: I love you too
They hung up, went to bed, and dreamed of longer kisses...without any interruptions...