"Chloe, wake up."
"Hmph," she mumbled against his chest.
"Chloe?" He gave her a gentle shake and she groaned again.
"Leave me alone, Clark. I‘m trying to sleep."
"I know, that‘s the problem. I‘m bored."
"Count stars. Or blades of grass, or something. Appreciate nature. Whatever."
She buried her face deeper against his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on her waist.
"You’re falling asleep again."
"Well, I’m trying."
"You’re going to miss the fireworks."
"I don’t care," Chloe mumbled sleepily as she buried her face against his chest. "Ib hab ary usy ay."
With a sigh, she lifted her head and said slowly, "I’ve had a very busy
"You have not," Clark said with a grin as he picked a piece of grass out of her
hair. "All you did was eat fair food and mock the girls who were screaming on the
rides. I was the one who spent forever trying to win you a stupid stuffed bear."
"It is not stupid, it’s cute. Besides, it’s small town fair tradition; you eat way too much food and force your boyfriend into proving his worth and winning you grossly overpriced wares. It’s not like you had to spend so long anyway, you were just paranoid that you were going to throw too hard and knock the whole tent down instead of just the bottles."
"Right. Tradition. You‘ve been very big on tradition today," he said, regarding her sundress with a smirk.
"I thought it would look nice!"
"It does," he reassured her, pulling her back down to him.
"Besides, this is our last fair here, you know. We’ll be at college next year and lord knows I’m not going to choose then to embrace my small town roots."
"Why Chloe Sullivan, are you getting sentimental on me?"
"Not a chance, Kent. I was just pointing out that this our last chance to do all the hokey small town stuff I usually hate. Besides, you shouldn’t whine about winning me prizes. Like I said, it’s what you do at these
"You got the bear, didn’t you?"
"Yes, I did," she said, rising up to brush her lips against his cheek. "Thank you. I love him."
"It’s a him?"
"Yes. His name is Wellington."
"Well, I’m glad you like him. I just didn’t want to take any chances, knocking over the tent is a very real possibility, you know. You just enjoy the perks of this whole thing, you never have to worry about the details."
"What perks! When have I ever asked you to use your powers for my personal gain?"
"Chloe. Seriously. You‘ve known about me for almost a year now, and I‘ve spent the majority of that year doing your bidding."
"Oh you have not! Name one time!"
"Well, there was the time you made me super speed to your house at lunch because you forgot your history homework. Then there was the time you made me use my hearing to spy on Jake Silverman when you thought he was the one sending you anonymous hate mail. I distinctly remember pushing your car home when you broke down last month, and I can‘t count how many times you‘ve asked me to X-Ray the hallway, to make sure no one‘s coming before you shove me into the print closet.
"I said one, Clark. Besides, it‘s not like you‘re exactly complaining about that last one."
"I‘m just saying, there are a lot of things I have to think about on a day to day basis when it comes to my powers."
"I think about your powers on a day-to-day basis too, you know. I live in constant fear that you’re going to crack another one of my ribs."
"That was one time, Chloe, and I’ve been apologizing since it happened."
"Exactly," she said with a smirk, "that means you’re almost half done with the apology period."
"I think I liked you better when you were half asleep. You were much more quiet."
"Gee Kent, you’re such a sweet talker," she said teasingly, propping herself up on an elbow. "You always just seem to know what a lady wants to hear."
"Oh come on Chloe, you’re no lady."
"God, I wish it had some sort of impact when I punched you. See? Another reality of your whole super boy shtick I have to deal with."
"Yes, your lack of ability to do me physical harm must just be horrible for you."
"Well, it’s not fun," she said with a pout.
He lifted his hand to her head and started absentmindedly playing with her hair. "I’m sorry, Chloe. I guess all of this does have some effect on you. Things can’t ever be totally normal and --"
"Clark?" She interrupted, "shut up. You’re ruining a perfectly good and totally normal moment right now. Not to mention my witty banter."
"We’re having a normal moment?"
"We’re lying in the grass after spending all day at the town fair, where you won me a stuffed animal and I ate entirely too much cotton candy. We’re waiting for the fireworks to go off, and avoiding going home at any cost. This is Americana at its finest, Clark. I mean, granted, this grass could be meteor infected and tomorrow I’ll wake up with a tail or something, but that’s just life in Smallville for you."
Clark grinned and dropped a kiss on her forehead. "You make a good point, even if you did miss one little detail."
"What did I miss?"
"Well, for this to be a totally normal two kids in love moment, we’d have to be making out."
"Yep," she said with a smirk, "typical teenage boy, superpowers or not."
He gave her a slow grin, and pulled her back to his side, her hands tangling in his hair as he brought his mouth to hers.
"Hey, Clark?" She asked a moment later, pulling away.
"Would you still like me if I had a tail?"
"Sure I would. I mean, I may not make out with you anymore, but I’d still like you."