Ok so I said I would do a lot of updating, so here is chapter 5, just 4 hours later then chapter 4 lol.

Chapter 5: Recollection

I had been back in California for a couple hours now. Just laying low, not leaving my apartment and writing nonstop. Why did he still have this affect on me? How could I still love him after all this time?

Max was still upset with me for not coming back to the hotel that night. I tried to tell him the story; he didn't really like to listen.

Today it was raining, it felt so perfect. I walked out to my covered balcony and just watched it. Finding the tears that had been boiling up inside me. I tried to hold them back but I was so defenseless against their power. Then I had an urge. I pulled on a hooded jacket and a pair of sweatpants and ran outside. Letting the rain drench me, and hide the tears that were so heavily falling. I just walked, not sure where and not sure why. I walked for a long time, just thinking. Thinking about Smallville, Clark, Lex, and above everything else, I thought about Juliet. Suddenly another urge came to me. I went out and bought my CD, the cashier looked at me like I was insane but I didn't care. I went home and got cleaned up, then drove to my hairstylist. I walked into the salon and found her.

"Meg, do this." I opened the care and showed her the picture of Juliet. She nodded and went to work.

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"We're done." Meg turned the chair around and I looked in the mirror. I smiled and removed my green contacts, revealing my blue eyes.

"It's a start." I said smiling. I paid her and went back home.

(Clarks POV)

For a couple of days I was still in shock. Juliet was alive, or no, Nicolette Davis was alive, Juliet was just lost somewhere inside her. She looked the same, but so different at the same time. It wasn't just her hair, or tan or eyes, but it was her emotion. She was so sad.

I'm no good at lying to people I care about, which is strange considering I have hid such a huge secret from so many of them for so long. Which is why Lois was kind of angry with me. She had known something was wrong after the whole Juliet fiasco but I couldn't tell her, because I had promised.

The strangest thing was, I didn't care. Normally when we fought I would get upset, but this time I was to distracted which was making one thing clear. I still had feelings for Juliet. Strong ones at that. And I wanted her in my life but at the same time I still loved Lois. It was the hardest thing I think I have ever felt. I needed to get away. So I went to a last resort, something I hadn't done in a very, very long time.

(Juliet's POV)

A couple weeks had gone by. Max liked my new/old look. He said it brought something new to me.

'No,' I thought. 'It brings something old.'

I still wasn't happy. But that was because I was in love.

But tonight I was okay. Tonight I was going to my record labels annual dinner party. So many people were going to be there and I couldn't wait to meet them. But for the moment, I was having a wardrobe crisis. M y hair, make-up everything was done, but I couldn't find anything to wear.

"Ugh!" I said, collapsing on my bed around all of my clothes that I had thrown around. Then my doorbell rang. Surprised that Max was so early, I quickly grabbed a robe and tied it around me because I only had on undergarments.

"Max, why are you…" I stopped my sentence. It wasn't Max. I could feel myself starting to shake. My entire body was in shock.

"How did you find me?" I whispered.

"I'm not letting you run away from me again." He said.

"Clark I…" But he cut me off by pulling me into his arms. I didn't resist, but I was so shocked.

"Shh…" He said, running his fingers through my hair. "I haven't been able to keep my mind off of you Jules." His voice, it chilled my spine. He sounded different, but I dismissed it. I felt myself, relaxing into his embrace, losing myself in his arms, it all felt so right.

"I know the feeling." I whispered. He pulled back for a moment and looked at me.

"Wow, only a few days and you've changed again." Clark said smiling, twirling a strand of my hair through his fingers.

"No, I am just trying something old." I said softly, not taking my gaze off the floor. "Clark why are you here?"

"I wanted to see Jules. After last week I realized hat I am still head over heels for you and I am not letting you get away again." He whispered into my ear. I froze, completely incapable of cobbling a sentence. Clark noticed this, I felt him smile before he pressed his lips to my neck. Once again, I was defenseless. I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck. He stopped and looked at me smiling before kissing me. The fireworks were exploding and the walls that had confined me were melting away. I felt free.

Even though I knew it was wrong, because of Lois and because I had completely gone against everything I had said in Metropolis. I didn't want to hold back. I was tired of the pain and this was taking it away.

Which was probably how we ended up on the couch with his shirt off and my robe laying on the floor somewhere.

"God Jules." He whispered as I trailed my lips from his jaw line to his neck. "Why did I let you go?"

"You didn't, I ran away. God I was so stupid." I said breathlessly. We continued this for a whole, neither of us wanting to part.

"Nicolette are you…" Clark jumped and I fell to the ground. "Nic! What is going on? We are supposed to me at the party in fifteen minutes!"

"Max, I am sorry it is just…" I scrambled around, looking got my robe. Then I felt it being draped around my shoulders. I turned around to Clark and mouthed 'thank you'. He just smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Max this is Clark, Clark, Max." They shook hands and I could have sworn there was a flash of pain in Max's eyes.

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"Nicolette you're getting careless." Max told me as we headed for the party.

"I told you a million times I am sorry you had to see that!." I stated.

"Why are you talking like that?" Max said confused.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like you're British." He said. I hadn't even realized it. Normally I only slipped when I was really angry or really happy. I couldn't think of an excuse.

"Because Max I am from London okay!" I said.

"What? All your records say you are from New York." He said, really confused.

"It is a long story." I said, dropping my accent.

"Fine!" He stated. "So what about this guy Clark?"

I snarled. "Don't sound to disgusted God." I said. Max shot me a death glare. "He is a friend."

"Apparently a very close one." Max said, angry.

"Why are you acting like this? I am a big girl Max. I can choose who I want in my life!" I snapped as we pulled in the driveway of the president of our labels house. The car stopped and Max looked at me.

"Because I just want what's best for you gem." He said, but the way he said it, and the fact that he started tracing my arm with his fingers and slowly inching closer to me, was scary. In a quick reflex I jerked away and got out of the car. I saw Max's face turn red. He quickly got out and ran up to me. He grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and pulled me close to him. His face was only inches from mine.

"Listen to me." He whispered hoarsely. "You do what I say or face the consequences and I now you will, because without me, you are nothing!" I started to tremble. He had never acted like this before. He tried to grab my hand but I flinched away.

"I don't care, because you are wrong. I don't need you, and if there is one thing I will never be, it is nothing!" I spat out. Then I grabbed my keys from him, got in my car and sped off.
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