The 7 things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's
And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined everything's all right
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you
-Miley Cyrus, "7 Things"
The first thing Chloe Sullivan noticed about Clark Kent was his hair. The boy seriously needed a haircut.
It was her first day of school in Smallville, and the principal had just assigned Clark to show her. Clark bent his head and looked down at her, and his shaggy, too-long bangs fell into his eyes. He reached up a hand and shoved them out of the way.
He was, she thought, really tall, and she had a feeling he was going to get even taller. His hands were huge, reminding her of a puppy who hadn't yet grown into his outsized paws.
But despite the casual shove of his hand, his hair fell right back into his eyes again, and she smiled, because it was kind of cute, really. Endearing, even.
He could definitely use a haircut.
But she kind of hoped he wouldn't get one any time soon.
Beneath the bangs, Chloe soon discovered, Clark had the most gorgeous pair of eyes ever seen on Earth. They were the clear, perfect green of sea glass, and they were enormous, and framed with long dark lashes that made them seem even bigger.
Those eyes were just amazing. And when he turned them directly on her, as he was doing now, there was no possible way she could say no to him.
"Come on, Chlo," he coaxed, giving her the full impact of his gaze. "Come over this afternoon. The farm is boring."
She tried to look away, but couldn't. She'd been trying to avoid hanging out wiht him too much. Hanging out with their mutual friend Pete Ross was a lot safer, because Pete, although a really nice guy, didn't make all her hormones leap up and down and do the wave.
"I have a lot of work to do at the Torch," she demurred. They'd all recently started high school together, and to her delight, she'd managed to wrangle the position of editor of the school newspaper, while Clark and Pete worked for her as reporters. She loved reporting, but it was a hell of a lot of work.
"Awww, Chlo. Come on. Hang out with me."
His eyes grew more soulful than ever, making her think of a puppy, and she knew right then there was no possible way she could ever say no to him. Eeep down, she sensed that if she let herself spend too much time with this boy, she was going to fall, and fall hard.
But she just couldn't resist those eyes.
"Okay," she said with a little sigh. "I'll come hang out with you, Clark."
Clark Kent was not exactly a GQ dresser.
Every day, he came to school attired in old, worn Levis and flannel shirts or t-shirts.
And every day, Chloe found herself drooling.
Before she met Clark, she'd been certain she favored guys in GQ clothes. But before she met Clark, she'd never realized the way a guy's ass could fill a pair of Levis.
She stood at her locker, watching Clark walk away from her, and decided that old worn Levis were the best clothes a guy could wear.
He kissed her, right there on the dance floor.
Well, okay, he didn't, quite, because they were interrupted. But he'd certainly meant to.
Chloe stood next to Clark, her head reeling, as the principal nattered on about tornadoes. Clark Kent had stared into her eyes, bent his head, and tried to kiss her.
It was far and away the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her.
Tonight, Clark was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked just as good in it as he looked in Levis. She was beginning to realize he looked good in everything. His hair, his eyes, his body-- the whole package was just amazing. Looking at him made her stomach melt.
Just as she'd once worried, spending so much time with him had made it all too easy to fall for him.
But that was okay, because he'd obviously fallen for her, too.
And then Clark turned to her with worry in his eyes.
"Lana," he said.
It always came down to Lana Lang. Chloe thought despairingly that it always would.
She went away to Metropolis that summer, as an intern for the Daily Planet, and when she came back, things changed between her and Clark. They very carefully redefined their relationship as friends-only, and she watched with sorrow as he pursued Lana more and more assiduously.
But even so, she and Clark had a lot of fun together, and she still spent an awful lot of time with him. Today, they were working