FIC: Beautiful and Attainable, PG-13, Chloe/Oliver
This is the only piece of het fanfic I've ever written. It is possibly the only piece of het fanfic I will ever write. Perhaps predictably it does have very subtle homoerotic content LOL! Also, it's possible that I'm only posting this because I'm actively avoiding uni work. Ahem.
Title: Beautiful and Attainable
Author: calcus
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chloe/Ollie
Word count: c.1330
Summary: Everything is normal!AU. Clark’s new roommate is rich, handsome and unattainable. Except in the way that he isn’t that last one.
Spoilers: None. Really. It's AU.
Warnings: (If any) None really. The f-bomb gets dropped once, hence the rating.
Note: I've read through it several times but if you spot any typos please point and I will fix it. :D
When Clark said he was moving out of the dorms and into an apartment off campus, Chloe had been disappointed. Same dorm, different floors and she’d never had such easy access to her best friends, with Pete only a short walk away in another dorm. (Chloe’s offer to hack into the system to make sure they were all in the same dorm had been turned down. “There’s no need to start off our time at Met U with an expellable offence Chlo,” Clark had said, to which Chloe had replied “Start as you intend to continue Kent!” Since arriving a year ago, however, Chloe has yet to engage in an activity that could get her expelled. She blamed Clark.)
When Clark said that his roommate in said apartment was a PhD candidate training for the Olympics, she’d gone from disappointed to sceptical. Clark came and went at all hours and had seemed to have decided that college was the time to get his man-whore on. It’s funny because she’s not sure who it bothers more: Lana or Lex.
“Wow,” Pete had said when they helped Clark move in. Chloe was taken by the architecture and the high ceilings. Pete appreciated the flat screen a bit more. “You know if you decide that you want to move back to the dorms, I’d be more than happy -”
“Shut it Pete,” Chloe said, kicking him sharply in the shins. “Where’s your room Clark?”
They spent the next hour and a half helping Clark unpack, time which Chloe mostly spent bitching about the gorgeous view Clark got from his bed out over the city. Clark then invited them to a housewarming ‘thing’ they were having. His words. “Just you guys, maybe a few others.” He said.
“Like the entire football team…” Chloe said.
“The cheerleading squad…” Pete said.
“The track team…”
“No,” Clark said with surprising firmness. “No parties guys. Just us, maybe Victor or a few others. Ollie doesn’t want any parties. Says he has enough distractions.”
Pete glanced around, baffled. “What’s the point in living in a place like this if you can’t have parties?”
“Uh, how about access to a fully stocked fridge? Or a massive plasma tv? Or the fucking library he has that takes up an entire floor?”
Chloe would never get used to Clark swearing.
At the ‘housewarming thing’ the Saturday before classes start, there’s really only the three of them plus Victor, AC, Bart and a sullen, dark haired boy who’s apparently in the same PhD program as Clark’s roommate but doesn’t look old enough to have even graduated from high school yet. “It takes all kinds,” Pete said while they were getting drinks.
Chloe was in the bathroom grumbling to herself about testosterone central when the as yet unseen roommate arrived. Seriously though, didn’t boys have anything in common besides football?
“If you can’t come up with something more interesting to talk about than football, then I’m leaving,” Chloe said crossly once she got back downstairs. Victor nearly fell off his chair laughing as Clark looked around and said “Hey, you’re the only girl. I really didn’t mean for that to happen.” He looked so genuinely apologetic that Chloe couldn’t stay mad. The conversation then moved from football to seventies horror flicks, a subject in which Chloe was well versed.
It was only when she left that she realised she hadn’t even been introduced to the roommate. Typical. Clark was kind of a flake when he’d been drinking.
It was weeks later when she finally got introduced to him. Clark had been standing with a stunning blond man when he ran over, latched onto her arm and pulled her halfway across the lawn and positioned her in front of said stunning blond man and said “Have you met Ollie?”
“No Clark,” she replied. “And that would be your fault.” She held out her hand to be shaken and went bright red when he bent down and kissed it instead.
“It’s a pleasure, Miss Sullivan,” he said. “Clark never shuts up about you.”
She was so busy stuttering that Clark had to come to her rescue. “I don’t think she’d mind if you called her Chloe right Chlo?” Clark said cheerfully.
“Right.” She said lamely, trying to decide whether it would be worth damaging her new shoes by kicking him.
She ran into Oliver the next day at the school library, when he walked up to the table where she was studying and said “Hey.” Three people turned around and said “Shhhhh!” and glared but he just shrugged and stifled a laugh. “Nice to see you again,” He mouthed as he backed away.
Chloe couldn’t remember the last time she actually giggled. She wasn’t sure it was progress from last time.
A week later, he was the guest lecturer in one of her Journalism classes, where he talked about having worked in the White House and the relationship between journalist and source. He claimed he was too boring to have ever been a source but there were plenty of people he knew who had been. He also mentioned, when asked, that he’d left after he worked out three days in that politics wasn’t for him.
At the end of the class there were far too many people crowded around Oliver to even think about stopping to say hello so she was surprised when he said “Hey Chloe,” when she walked past. Trying not to grin like a lunatic, she replied “Hey Ollie,” and was too busy being relieved that she hadn’t made a fool of herself for the third time in a row to notice the surprised looks being thrown her way.
Clark’s apartment had become the default hangout of he, Pete and Chloe for studying, fun and drinking and she was surprised they didn’t run into Oliver more often. “He’s barely ever here,” Clark said. “Either he’s on-campus, at the range or he’s cooking.” Clark paused. “He does that last one here.”
“Cooking?” Pete said hopefully.
Considering the list of things he apparently did - and the enormity of the Met U’s campus - it wasn’t really surprising that the next time she saw Oliver he was cooking, some sort of complicated French dish with a lot of cream and butter. “Hey Chloe,” he said. “Clark’ll be back in a few minutes. He went to get more butter.”
“More butter?” Chloe said sceptically.
“Yeah, needed more than I thought.”
Chloe spent the afternoon watching Oliver cook and Clark eat and being regaled with stories from Oliver’s White House days and Clark telling them about Operation Lex and Lana: We’re not Dating! Really!
By the time Chloe left she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She really didn’t want to fall in like with another unattainable guy. It was unavoidable however: he was too sweet not to like. He brought her coffee every Tuesday and Thursday morning, when they both had early classes, and arranged an interview for a summer internship with the Daily Planet. He bought her home cooked dinners when she studied late and didn’t even care that her roommate spent half her time ogling him when he did. She told all this to Lois in a rather despairing way but the only response she received was laughter.
It was only when he cornered her in the library one afternoon and said with uncharacteristic awkwardness “Would you like to go to dinner some time? If you’re not busy that is.”
“Dinner?”
“Or lunch. We could do lunch.”
Recalling Lois’ laughter and her roommates envy and Clark’s amused smile every time she dropped by ‘just to say hi’, she felt like the biggest and luckiest fool in the world. “Sure,” she said shyly. “I’d love too.”
Title: Beautiful and Attainable
Author: calcus
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chloe/Ollie
Word count: c.1330
Summary: Everything is normal!AU. Clark’s new roommate is rich, handsome and unattainable. Except in the way that he isn’t that last one.
Spoilers: None. Really. It's AU.
Warnings: (If any) None really. The f-bomb gets dropped once, hence the rating.
Note: I've read through it several times but if you spot any typos please point and I will fix it. :D
When Clark said he was moving out of the dorms and into an apartment off campus, Chloe had been disappointed. Same dorm, different floors and she’d never had such easy access to her best friends, with Pete only a short walk away in another dorm. (Chloe’s offer to hack into the system to make sure they were all in the same dorm had been turned down. “There’s no need to start off our time at Met U with an expellable offence Chlo,” Clark had said, to which Chloe had replied “Start as you intend to continue Kent!” Since arriving a year ago, however, Chloe has yet to engage in an activity that could get her expelled. She blamed Clark.)
When Clark said that his roommate in said apartment was a PhD candidate training for the Olympics, she’d gone from disappointed to sceptical. Clark came and went at all hours and had seemed to have decided that college was the time to get his man-whore on. It’s funny because she’s not sure who it bothers more: Lana or Lex.
“Wow,” Pete had said when they helped Clark move in. Chloe was taken by the architecture and the high ceilings. Pete appreciated the flat screen a bit more. “You know if you decide that you want to move back to the dorms, I’d be more than happy -”
“Shut it Pete,” Chloe said, kicking him sharply in the shins. “Where’s your room Clark?”
They spent the next hour and a half helping Clark unpack, time which Chloe mostly spent bitching about the gorgeous view Clark got from his bed out over the city. Clark then invited them to a housewarming ‘thing’ they were having. His words. “Just you guys, maybe a few others.” He said.
“Like the entire football team…” Chloe said.
“The cheerleading squad…” Pete said.
“The track team…”
“No,” Clark said with surprising firmness. “No parties guys. Just us, maybe Victor or a few others. Ollie doesn’t want any parties. Says he has enough distractions.”
Pete glanced around, baffled. “What’s the point in living in a place like this if you can’t have parties?”
“Uh, how about access to a fully stocked fridge? Or a massive plasma tv? Or the fucking library he has that takes up an entire floor?”
Chloe would never get used to Clark swearing.
At the ‘housewarming thing’ the Saturday before classes start, there’s really only the three of them plus Victor, AC, Bart and a sullen, dark haired boy who’s apparently in the same PhD program as Clark’s roommate but doesn’t look old enough to have even graduated from high school yet. “It takes all kinds,” Pete said while they were getting drinks.
Chloe was in the bathroom grumbling to herself about testosterone central when the as yet unseen roommate arrived. Seriously though, didn’t boys have anything in common besides football?
“If you can’t come up with something more interesting to talk about than football, then I’m leaving,” Chloe said crossly once she got back downstairs. Victor nearly fell off his chair laughing as Clark looked around and said “Hey, you’re the only girl. I really didn’t mean for that to happen.” He looked so genuinely apologetic that Chloe couldn’t stay mad. The conversation then moved from football to seventies horror flicks, a subject in which Chloe was well versed.
It was only when she left that she realised she hadn’t even been introduced to the roommate. Typical. Clark was kind of a flake when he’d been drinking.
It was weeks later when she finally got introduced to him. Clark had been standing with a stunning blond man when he ran over, latched onto her arm and pulled her halfway across the lawn and positioned her in front of said stunning blond man and said “Have you met Ollie?”
“No Clark,” she replied. “And that would be your fault.” She held out her hand to be shaken and went bright red when he bent down and kissed it instead.
“It’s a pleasure, Miss Sullivan,” he said. “Clark never shuts up about you.”
She was so busy stuttering that Clark had to come to her rescue. “I don’t think she’d mind if you called her Chloe right Chlo?” Clark said cheerfully.
“Right.” She said lamely, trying to decide whether it would be worth damaging her new shoes by kicking him.
She ran into Oliver the next day at the school library, when he walked up to the table where she was studying and said “Hey.” Three people turned around and said “Shhhhh!” and glared but he just shrugged and stifled a laugh. “Nice to see you again,” He mouthed as he backed away.
Chloe couldn’t remember the last time she actually giggled. She wasn’t sure it was progress from last time.
A week later, he was the guest lecturer in one of her Journalism classes, where he talked about having worked in the White House and the relationship between journalist and source. He claimed he was too boring to have ever been a source but there were plenty of people he knew who had been. He also mentioned, when asked, that he’d left after he worked out three days in that politics wasn’t for him.
At the end of the class there were far too many people crowded around Oliver to even think about stopping to say hello so she was surprised when he said “Hey Chloe,” when she walked past. Trying not to grin like a lunatic, she replied “Hey Ollie,” and was too busy being relieved that she hadn’t made a fool of herself for the third time in a row to notice the surprised looks being thrown her way.
Clark’s apartment had become the default hangout of he, Pete and Chloe for studying, fun and drinking and she was surprised they didn’t run into Oliver more often. “He’s barely ever here,” Clark said. “Either he’s on-campus, at the range or he’s cooking.” Clark paused. “He does that last one here.”
“Cooking?” Pete said hopefully.
Considering the list of things he apparently did - and the enormity of the Met U’s campus - it wasn’t really surprising that the next time she saw Oliver he was cooking, some sort of complicated French dish with a lot of cream and butter. “Hey Chloe,” he said. “Clark’ll be back in a few minutes. He went to get more butter.”
“More butter?” Chloe said sceptically.
“Yeah, needed more than I thought.”
Chloe spent the afternoon watching Oliver cook and Clark eat and being regaled with stories from Oliver’s White House days and Clark telling them about Operation Lex and Lana: We’re not Dating! Really!
By the time Chloe left she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She really didn’t want to fall in like with another unattainable guy. It was unavoidable however: he was too sweet not to like. He brought her coffee every Tuesday and Thursday morning, when they both had early classes, and arranged an interview for a summer internship with the Daily Planet. He bought her home cooked dinners when she studied late and didn’t even care that her roommate spent half her time ogling him when he did. She told all this to Lois in a rather despairing way but the only response she received was laughter.
It was only when he cornered her in the library one afternoon and said with uncharacteristic awkwardness “Would you like to go to dinner some time? If you’re not busy that is.”
“Dinner?”
“Or lunch. We could do lunch.”
Recalling Lois’ laughter and her roommates envy and Clark’s amused smile every time she dropped by ‘just to say hi’, she felt like the biggest and luckiest fool in the world. “Sure,” she said shyly. “I’d love too.”