Wall Of Chloe
When she first saw Chloe's Wall of Weird, she had been hurt. There she was up
there with all the freaks and mutants. It was embarrassing and sickening. She
had just been a little girl - a little girl with her parents ripped away from
her - and she was up there with the boy that had a leg growing out of the
side of his head? Real nice, Chloe.
That had been when she realized that no matter how nice she had been to
Chloe, she would always see her as a freak. "Lana's not normal. She wears too
much makeup and pink sweaters. She's a cheerleader. Eww. And she can't decide
whether she wants Whitney or Clark - she should just choose Whitney so I can
have Clark. Because you know I love Clark. Whole big unrequited best-friend
crush deal, and Lana-fucking-Lang can't have him!" Okay, maybe that isn't
exactly what goes through Chloe's head, but Lana is sure it's somewhere near
to what really does. Chloe hated her. All out hated her, she was sure of it.
Sure sometimes she was nice enough, helping her to get the tape of her
mother's speech and all, but that didn't mean she took that picture of her
down. Nope, it was still up there. Right next to the girl that had glowing
cow-spots on her. Right below the baby with electricity pouring out of his
fingers. Above the man with the amazing levitation abilities. There was Lana.
Always the freak in Chloe's eyes.
Lana wasn't sure why exactly. She had always been nice to her, always went
out of her way to be friendly. It didn't matter. The picture was still there.
Lana was convinced that she could give her a kidney, and the picture would
still remain. Maybe that was why she was obsessed with her. Lana was obsessed
with Chloe Sullivan because Chloe hated her. It was perfectly twisted, but
did Lana care? Why should she? Everything was all twisted in Smallville
already. She loved Chloe, but Clark loved her, and Chloe loved Clark. Oh, and
of course, Lex loved Clark, and Whitney loved her, and then Pete was in love
with Chloe. Everything was all so fucking twisted and no one was happy. Maybe
none of them were meant to be happy. Maybe they all were destined to wallow
in unrequited love angst for the rest of their lives.
But maybe, just maybe Chloe didn't hate her as much as she seemed to, maybe
she had just forgotten about the pisture, maybe Chloe actually wanted her. Or
maybe the picture was up there for another reason entirely. Maybe it was for
the same reason why Lana had her Wall of Chloe, which currently resided under
her bed, taped to several posterboards. She used to have it up, but as it
grew larger, she took it down as to not make Nell or Whitney or anybody else
The Wall of Chloe started with just a couple of photographs - one taken from
the ninth grade year book, the other taken at Clark's birthday party. The one
from the party was of everyone - but they had been cut out, leaving only
Chloe, and then she had that part blown up. That picture took up most of the
space on the first posterboard. Now, though, she had six complete
posterboards, and a seventh that was nearing completion.
Maybe Chloe actually wanted her and maybe she had forgotten about the
picture, but Lana doubted it. So until the picture came down, until she could
actually have Chloe, Lana had her own wall.