By the time her knight-in-shining-armor, her prince charming, had arrived, it was already too late: her posture had slumped and the intensity of her soulful gaze had wavered. She was still heartbroken, but infinitely more annoyed now, and sat there, picking up moodily at the scrapes in the windowsill's white surface.
Clark looked up and smiled stupidly at her, all innocence and green eyes and checkered-crimes-against-fashion-and-good-taste, and Chloe's stupid feeble heart fluttered in response. Chloe clenched her teeth, willed it to be still.
The stupid grin on Clark's stupid face grew wider. 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel!' he began.
'Wrong castle,' Chloe cut him off dryly and forced her chin up, to jut it resolutely at the darkening horizon.
That took the wind out of his sails pretty fast. 'What's wrong, Chloe?' he frowned, the smile still flickering about his lips, but nervous now, as if he didn't quite know whether to turn it brighter or snuff it out completely.
How is she to answer that? Nothing? Everything? I was stupid and you are a liar? I should have seen it coming miles ago? I thought we were an item and then I saw you kissing Lana in the moonlit barn and had to swallow my heart to put it back in my chest and I think there might have been some hay stuck to it because something tickles at the back of my throat and it makes me sick whenever I look at you? You know what else stinks of bullshit? Moonlit bars and stupid boys who promise but never actually do love your back and kiss other girls in the moonlit barns instead?
But she could never say it all without bursting into tears and most likely tumbling from the window and breaking her neck. Which was tempting because it meant that this would end quickly, but also a remarkably dumb way to die (besides she would not allow her last words to be about bullshit), so Chloe gave him the abridged version.
'Nothing is wrong, Clark, just go away. I don't want to talk to you right now'.
Clark sighed, and frowned, and sighed again, but did as he was told, offering her a faint 'I'll call you tomorrow' as a farewell.
Chloe sighed too, and was a little sorry to watch him go, but mostly relieved. Her vision was getting hazy. Probably from staring at his stupid checkered shirt.
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Clark looked up and smiled stupidly at her, all innocence and green eyes and checkered-crimes-against-fashion-and-good-taste, and Chloe's stupid feeble heart fluttered in response. Chloe clenched her teeth, willed it to be still.
The stupid grin on Clark's stupid face grew wider. 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel!' he began.
'Wrong castle,' Chloe cut him off dryly and forced her chin up, to jut it resolutely at the darkening horizon.
That took the wind out of his sails pretty fast. 'What's wrong, Chloe?' he frowned, the smile still flickering about his lips, but nervous now, as if he didn't quite know whether to turn it brighter or snuff it out completely.
How is she to answer that? Nothing? Everything? I was stupid and you are a liar? I should have seen it coming miles ago? I thought we were an item and then I saw you kissing Lana in the moonlit barn and had to swallow my heart to put it back in my chest and I think there might have been some hay stuck to it because something tickles at the back of my throat and it makes me sick whenever I look at you? You know what else stinks of bullshit? Moonlit bars and stupid boys who promise but never actually do love your back and kiss other girls in the moonlit barns instead?
But she could never say it all without bursting into tears and most likely tumbling from the window and breaking her neck.
Which was tempting because it meant that this would end quickly, but also a remarkably dumb way to die (besides she would not allow her last words to be about bullshit), so Chloe gave him the abridged version.
'Nothing is wrong, Clark, just go away. I don't want to talk to you right now'.
Clark sighed, and frowned, and sighed again, but did as he was told, offering her a faint 'I'll call you tomorrow' as a farewell.
Chloe sighed too, and was a little sorry to watch him go, but mostly relieved. Her vision was getting hazy. Probably from staring at his stupid checkered shirt.