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Post by wigwambam on Jun 8, 2006 21:10:49 GMT -5
Yes, that'll work.
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Post by §ilvercell on Jun 17, 2006 17:14:47 GMT -5
more! sorry i haven't been here in forever, but i was really busy.
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Post by Pukkina on Jun 22, 2006 14:12:03 GMT -5
Heeey, that's otay!
Anyway, I'll try to post more as soon as I write it...I'm so lazy, and I shouldn't be, since I'm done with school now, but...pheesh. Anyway, thanks for the comments and stuff m'ladies!
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Post by paddy on Jun 26, 2006 1:19:14 GMT -5
omg i love it!! more pls!!!!
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Post by Pukkina on Jul 9, 2006 15:13:37 GMT -5
I hung up the phone and plopped into the cold plastic chair next to Cillian. “So how long are you grounded for?” “Surprisingly, I just lost a day’s phone privileges,” I smirked. “Which, actually, isn’t all that bad since I rarely use the phone.” “Then what’s the point?” he laughed in the dingy police station. “So they can tell the cops they’re ‘dealing with my punishment,’ and so Scott’s parents don’t press charges,” I explained. “Oh, I see,” Cillian nodded. “But wouldn’t they press charges against me?” “Yeah, but how’s that going to look? They’d find out Cillian Crane is nonexistent, and you’d end up having to tell them who you are. And knowing Scott, he’d tell everyone in town, and your role would be gone.” “So your parents are posing as my exchange parents, yeah?” he frowned. “That’s sweet of them.” “It is,” I nodded. “Especially considering how much they hate you.” He chuckled. “You’re not in trouble, though, are you?” “Why would I be?” I asked rhetorically. “I didn’t do anything but save the youth.” “Are they coming to get you?” “The youth?” “Your parents.” “Oh, yeah. And you, too.” “Why?” “Cillian, your car is at the school still,” I said patiently. “Unless you feel like walking, and its at least ten miles. How’s the lip, by the way?” He held up his ice pack. “Its doing just fine.” He leaned back and shut his, eyes, complaining, “I’m bored.” “Well, when mommy and daddy get here, maybe they’ll bring your coloring books,” I replied scathingly. He shot me a condescending look. Raising my head, I caught a female police officer eyeing Cillian suspiciously. I knew of the explosion about to occur, so I quickly rose and jogged over. “Hey,” she ushered me aside excitedly. “Is that who I think it is?” “Listen,” I whispered. “Don’t talk to him. He’s working on a role, and he-” “Why not? I want his autograph!” “Please, just-” “Oh, I love Smallville!” I frowned. “That’s not Tom Welling.” She deflated. “Oh. Then who is it?” “Its Cillian Crane. He’s an Irish exchange student.” “Oh.” She sighed with clear disappointment and continued sorting through her piles. I smiled, and praised God for Tom Welling. “Who was that?” Cillian nodded at the cop. “Oh, just a lovestruck fan.” He confidently flipped his hair a bit with his hand. “Oh, she recognized me, yeah?” “No, she recognized Clark Kent.”
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Post by paddy on Jul 9, 2006 20:33:27 GMT -5
lmao i loved the tom welling comment why does everyone insist thats cillian?!??!
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Post by Dalia on Jul 11, 2006 15:08:21 GMT -5
yes lmao too....
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Post by Pukkina on Jul 16, 2006 19:34:11 GMT -5
Thanks guys! I don't know. Their faces are sort of shaped the same...that may be why.
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Post by paddy on Aug 4, 2006 19:43:06 GMT -5
once me and my dad got into an argument about weather it was cillian in smallvile or not lol he even bet me it was him lol luckily we were in tower records so we went over to the tv section lol
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Post by Pukkina on Aug 31, 2006 18:06:58 GMT -5
Haha, that's f-ilarious. New chapter soon.
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Post by udisappointme on Jun 28, 2008 9:35:48 GMT -5
i know its been, like 2 yrs since you posted this fan fic but i was wondering, when are you going to post the next chap?..
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