“Okay, just…promise not to laugh!” she pleaded. Mentally she counted to three, and then opened the stall door.
Both girls turned to look at her, and Carly rolled her eyes with a sigh.
“Okay, we can’t really make an informed decision until you drop the towel and put your hands by your sides,” she said dryly. “So drop it.”
Lol! Chloe comes out with a towel around her.
Clark did a double-take as soon as he saw her. The ball he had just tossed in Pete’s direction hit his friend on the side of the head before bouncing to the ground. But Pete didn’t even seem to notice, and neither did the rest of the class.
Hee!
“Clark?” he faintly heard one of his classmates whisper near his ear.
“Yeah…?”
“You and Chloe are just friends, right?” he asked eagerly.
“Back. Off.”
Aww. I love MY TINY BLONDE!CLARK SMASH!Clark. :)
Carefully he lifted the solid lid of the trunk and unearthed a small wooden box from within. He opened it and a mischievous grin lit his face as his gaze fell upon the small stack of photographs he’d taken and printed off that very afternoon.
Ooh! Sneaky!Clark. I like him too!
This fic was simply amazing, Dee! I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. :)
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Date: 2011-09-20 02:16 am (UTC)Both girls turned to look at her, and Carly rolled her eyes with a sigh.
“Okay, we can’t really make an informed decision until you drop the towel and put your hands by your sides,” she said dryly. “So drop it.”
Lol! Chloe comes out with a towel around her.
Clark did a double-take as soon as he saw her. The ball he had just tossed in Pete’s direction hit his friend on the side of the head before bouncing to the ground. But Pete didn’t even seem to notice, and neither did the rest of the class.
Hee!
“Clark?” he faintly heard one of his classmates whisper near his ear.
“Yeah…?”
“You and Chloe are just friends, right?” he asked eagerly.
“Back. Off.”
Aww. I love MY TINY BLONDE!CLARK SMASH!Clark. :)
Carefully he lifted the solid lid of the trunk and unearthed a small wooden box from within. He opened it and a mischievous grin lit his face as his gaze fell upon the small stack of photographs he’d taken and printed off that very afternoon.
Ooh! Sneaky!Clark. I like him too!
This fic was simply amazing, Dee! I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. :)