Walking Home

by Pearl-o

"Chloe. Wait up."

"Hey, Clark."

"Um -- do you wanna walk home? We need to talk."


"I wanted to apologize about the other day."

"No, it's -- I guess it teaches me to barge in without knocking, right?"

"You're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. It was just sort of surprising, you know? Unexpected."

"Lex and I -- we're sort of --"

"Doing it? Fucking?"


"Having hot monkey sex in your barn? Because I kind of picked up on all that, Clark."

"I was going to say 'going out.'"

"Sorry, Clark, I'm not laughing at you, really. It's just ... So, um. How long have you two been 'going out'?"

"A couple weeks."

"Oh. Okay.... Were you ever planning on telling me?"

"I wanted to, Chloe, I did. Nobody knows -- it's a secret. You have to promise not to tell anybody."

"If you really want to keep it a secret, having sex in your loft might not be the best idea."

"Yeah, I know -- we sort of just got carried away --"

"Clark? Really not needing details."


"I mean, God. He's my dad's boss!"


"Oh, my god. I am going to have the image of my father's boss giving head imprinted on my brain forever. This is so wrong."


"My virgin eyes!"

"I'm really sorry, Chloe."

"So. Um. Are you gay?"

"I don't think so."

"Are you bi?"

"I -- I don't know."

"Are you, like, in love with him?"

"Chloe -- I. I don't know. I -- he -- I don't know. Maybe."

"He's a lot older than you."

"He's twenty-one. That's only five years."

"So you wouldn't have a problem if I was going out with an 11-year-old?"


"Isn't this, you know, kind of illegal?"

"I'm above the age of consent. And again with the not-telling-anybody thing."

"What about your parents?"

"I can't tell them. They would freak out. God, if my dad...."

"I thought you could tell your parents anything, Clark."

"I always could before."

"Maybe they wouldn't react that badly."

"It'd be bad enough if it was just the guy thing. But it's the Lex thing."

"Well, you can see why they'd react that way, can't you?"

"People don't know him, Chloe. He's not a bad guy. He's not his father."

"Okay, but seducing high school boys isn't really the way to get on people's good sides, you know?"

"It wasn't like that."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't seduce me.... You're laughing at me again."

"No -- sorry, Clark -- it's just, you know."


"You're Clark. I mean, you couldn't even talk to Lana for years."

"Lex isn't Lana."

"Um, no. To state the incredibly obvious."

"It's just different with Lex."


"He's... Lex understands stuff. Stuff other people don't."

"Like what?"

"Just -- stuff. Like he knows without me having to tell him."

"So none of this has anything to do with him being really hot?"

"Well, you know. That's a bonus."


"So, you're okay?"

"Mmm. Still kind of weirded out, I think. Check back in a couple of days."

"Chloe -- I'm glad you know. It really sucked not being able to tell you."

"Clark, you can always come and talk to me. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"


"Okay. I should get home now. Call me later?"

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Chloe."


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