by Lara Roberts

Created on: June 14, 2009

Excuse me, sorry to barge in but are you by any chance Paul Fletcher? From Hart?

Tom looked up from the book he was reading with a mental sigh. This wasn't the first time he had been asked that question, and no doubt it would not be the last.
The blond opened his mouth to say no, but his eyes strayed to the face of the woman who had spoken to him and the denial died on his lips. Staring at him was a slip of a girl, no more than, oh, twenty at most, looking at him with such an innocent, earnest expression that she seemed much younger.

Well he floundered around for an answer that would remove the terrible quaver that was developing in the girl's bottom lip, dash away the tears welling in her huge eyes.
Tell her you are him.
That little voice in his mind, the one that always eggs you on when you're thinking about doing something stupid, reared its ugly head. Hey, if he looked enough like this bloke - he'd only seen him once and even that was enough to confirm that they could pass for twins - why not make the most of it?

It could have ended there. He could have told that sweet, innocent girl that even though he had that same ridiculous haircut, the same face, and wore similar clothes, hell, even had the same last name, it was just a case of mistaken identity. He wasn't that guy from that super-famous pop band. He was just Tom, an average guy who worked at his local supermarket and occasionally wrote stuff he could sell off to the local rag.

Well yes, I am. Darn it, and I was trying to be incognito, too. he said with a sheepish smile, motioning for the girl to sit down. She did so eagerly, her brown eyes almost popping out of her head as she clutched her picture-studded notebook to her chest. And to Tom's discomfort, the pictures plastered over the book's cover were all Paul Fletcher. It was like having yourself multiplied hundreds of times, just staring at you.

Oh wow, oh wow. the girl was gushing, her spindly fingers tightening around the book. You're you're . I can't believe it's really you!
Nor can I, Tom thought bitterly. Already he was starting to regret this.
Guess you're a fan, huh? he smiled as she nodded, mentally adding the word girl into that sentence. Screaming fan girls were very frightening, especially when they chased you down the street. But this one was actually kind of cute, which made a nice change. What's your name?

Kelly. the girl said shyly, her pale face flushing a similar colour to the garish caf tablecloth. I'm such a big fan look, I spent ages

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