Oh, what you do when you touch me,
When you kiss me.
Oh, the world spins round and round.

The horrible balled mocked Clark as a million frantic thoughts raced through his mind.

Sh..she's been kidnapped! Taken hostage. I'll do a quick search here for clues, and then go back to the Torch. Every second counts, every second counts...

Clark began wandering through the crowd, being pulled in by the energy of the mosh pit. By the time he had recovered from the initial shock of Chloe's disappearance, he was right in the middle of the pit. People surrounded him on all sides, pressing up against him so it was hard to breathe. Apparently the moshers enjoyed this band, and consequently there were flailing limbs and bouncing bodies jostling him and pushing him into other hyperactive people. Clark considered the ramifications of setting the crowd on fire.

Suddenly, or so it seemed sudden to Clark, the song stopped. The lead singer ran to the microphone and yelled to the quieting crowd, "For our final song, we decided to do something...fun! Let's see how well you know your movies." The guitar ripped into life, the crowed roared and the lead singer began her song.

Well he looks at me with those innocent eyes,
and says it looks like you're wearing some kind of disguise.

"Pretty lame opening band, huh?" said a voice behind Clark. He spun around to see Chloe holding two massive plastic cups, complete with plastic lid and a straw the width of his pinky nail.

"Soda," she said simply.

Because your hair sticks up, your shoes are untied,
and I hope that you bought that shirt at half price.

"It was the only caffeine around here I could find," Chloe explained. She was clearly upset that she hadn't found a coffee stand.

"Why didn't you tell me where you were going?"

"I tried to, but you were 'one with the music.'"

And every word I say falls flat on the floor;
I try to tell a joke, he's heard it before,
and I don't think that I can take it no more;
he's driving me right out my front door.

"Why didn't you stay in the same place? It took me forever to find you," she stated accusingly, and then she added, "Admittedly, you're a six foot guy wearing bright red, but during the nighttime, it's quite hard."

Clark ignored the comment on his dressing habits. "I thought you were kidnapped!" he said, trying to look as serious and reprimanding as possible while being pushed in from both sides by the fans.

Chloe paused a second, and then burst out laughing.

Why do you do what you do to me, baby?
Shaking my confidence;
Driving me crazy;
You know if I could I'd do anything for you.
Please don't ignore me, 'cause you know I adore you.

"Clark! It's Metropolis." The sheer ludicrously of Clark's worries mad her want to double over in laughter. Except she was being pressed upon by the crowd as well, and not as innocently as Clark was. "And there are a thousand people here.
Someone would have noticed I was getting kidnapped, even if you didn't, don't you think?" Then she went further in her mind to say, Meaning there are hundreds of disgusting, womanizing creeps.

She took a step closer to Clark.

Can't you just pretend to be nice?
Can you at least pretend to be nice?
If you can just pretend to be nice,
then everything in my life would be alright.
Alright.

Clark knew once again that Chloe had been right. He fought his best to not become let the red seep through his cheeks, but he wasn't sure if Chloe could see the glimmer that was shining through. He gratefully took the caffeine and turned towards the stage. He would never have admitted this to Chloe, but he was growing on the song. He hoped to never see this band again in his life though. Maybe I can get the original song...

Chloe jolted in surprise. The man behind her grinned in what he was sure was his best, "Come hither" look. Chloe ran up to Clark, looped her arm in his, and huddled close. "Have I mentioned how much I hate this band?"

And I try so hard just to figure him out,
But he won't tell me what he's been thinking about.

Clark took Chloe's actions surprisingly well. Must be used to it by now, Chloe thought with a smile. She tried to remember the last time she had put him in an uncomfortable situation like this. She realized it had barely been two months ago, in Lex's elevator.

Turns out that Chloe was right once again. Clark was actually starting not to mind when she went to him for this kind of help. He understood that it was mostly coincidental, but he liked that it was almost always him. She was the one he turned too. He didn't want to tell Chloe this, though. Just to make sure she doesn't get too cocky, he smiled to himself.

And then he falls asleep on the living room couch,
with his sunglasses on and his tongue hanging out.

Chloe was getting restless. She didn't want to go through the whole concert, being this close to Clark, pretending they were together, but it didn't seem like she had an alternative. Why did I think this was such a good idea? Oh, right, Andy Joan. Chloe smiled at the name, which worked perfectly because Clark was smiling as well. The looked like the perfect couple, without any effort. But you're not, Chloe reminded herself, and he's proven it to you many times. Like the time you poured your heart out to him, and he whispered Lana's name?

Yeah, but he was unconscious...

But then what about the time he went to Metropolis for the summer? Or when he was gone last summer? Did he even explain himself to you?

Shut up brain.

Then he disappears for a week at a time,
and then he shows up, just like everything's fine.
I don't get what goes on in his mind,
But I'm tired of hearing the same stupid lines.

Clark looked down at Chloe. Apparently she was having another one of her inner monologues, because her face was in a frown, and she was looking off into space again. It was definitely cute.

Why do you do what you do to me, baby?
Shaking my confidence;
Driving me crazy.
You know if I could, I'd do anything for you.
Please don't ignore me, 'cause you know I adore you.

"On the plus side, it looks like the song is ending," Chloe muttered to herself. But not soft enough that she didn't get a chuckle out of Clark. She was actually starting to like the song...not that she would ever tell Clark.

Can't you just pretend to be nice?
Can you at least pretend to be nice?
If you could just pretend to be nice,
then everything in my life would be all right.
All right.
Ooohweeooohweeooohweeooohweeooohweeohoh
Ooohweeooohweeooohweeooohweeooohweeohoh

The final riff played, and the band hopped of stage. Now came the good part.