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Summary: Bart sees a girl on the paper and wants to meet her. So he signs up for the paper. Through the college mentor program, he's paired up with Reed Garrett. The two are absolute twins in appearance, which causes problems.

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One more hour. One more hour. History was in fact repeating itself. In fact, it repeated itself everyday as Bart endured another long, torturous hour of Pre-Calculus. He had already fallen asleep twice and was forced to draw in his notebook to keep himself up. The class would be, at the very least, usable if the teacher didn't talk in a monotone all the time.

Bell? Bell! He popped up at the sound of the bell going off and raced out the door along with everyone else. He headed straight to the last class of the day without dropping off anything. It's not like he was going to need anything. Last class was journalism, but the teacher had granted a free day to discuss the field trip to the annual journalism seminar in Metropolis. That and it was a party day for getting the latest issue out.

The first thing he noticed was the food table. The teacher had sprung for pizza and several other students had brought things as well. Bart grabbed two slices along with chips, salsa and potato salad. He sat next to his only friend on the paper, Roy Harper, who had grabbed a few chips and salsa. "Dude, you're going home in an hour. Can't you wait?"

"I'm hungry now," he pointed, like it was obvious. He had known him for a month and every time they were class, Bart always had food in his hands.

Roy just shook his head as the teacher came into the room. "Hey, how is everyone enjoying the pizza?" Mr. C, aka Mr. Casablancas, asked.

"Muy bieno!" Bart yelled, drawing the laughs of the students.

"Bart, you always like the food I bring in," Mr. C pointed out. Bart just continued to eat. "All right, let's start talking about the seminar. Anyone here interested about the photography classes they'll be offering?"

The forum continued until the last five minutes of class. "Layout? Are you serious, mi amigo?" Bart asked Roy.

"Why not? And quit it with the spanglish; it's annoying."

"I'm not the movie."

"Tu es bête."

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing." Bart rolled his eyes as he tuned into the last thing Mr. C said.

"All those that signed up for the college mentor program, stay after so you can get their names and where you're going to be meeting. Class dismissed." Several people left, but several, including Bart and Roy, were waiting.

"Bart, there's Leann," Roy teased, pointing to a girl a few feet away. She had straw blonde hair that was a foot below her shoulders, a soft face paired with steel gray eyes that lit up whenever there was a hot lead on a story. Roy knew about Bart's tries for her during the first week of school, each of which she turned down.

Bart's response was a hit in the shoulder. His time was dead on as Mr. C turned around just as Roy was rubbing his arm. "Lucky for my ulcer and your health, you two are paired with completely different mentors," he commented. He handed them two cards.

"Leon Hardy, photographer for two years," Roy read.

"Reed Garrett, reporter for a year and a half. He was in this freshman year. Talk about committed," Bart commented.

"Maybe he'll make you see beyond Leann," Roy teased, which led to more punches in the arm.

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Bart's meeting was at five that day, so he texted Ollie that he was going to the Everyday Café.

"Where r u goin?"

"Everyday café."

"What time 2 pic up?"

"?"

"Txt AC when ready. Vic 's busy."

"Date?"

"His business, not yours."

Bart rolled his eyes at this and walked down to the subway. Twenty minutes later, he was sitting outside of the café with a smoothie as he waited for Reed Garrett to come around. "Wish they had given me a photo so I can recognize the guy," he muttered.

"You know, when they said you would probably be wearing something red, I didn't figure they would take your shoes into account," a voice said.

"About time you got here, I thought you got…" Bart smirked, losing his smile after seeing his mentor. He's got a mirror in front of his face. His face held surprise as he touched the shoulder to make sure.

They were the exact height and weight. Their hair was the same length; their eyes were the same color. The only difference was in the clothes. Bart was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jeans and red sneakers with a black stripe. Reed was wearing a blue t-shirt with MPD on the right breast, jeans and white sneakers. He was holding a coffee with his right hand and earbuds were hung around his neck.

"What the hell is going on?" they said.

He he

Sorry it's short.

Tu es bête. You are stupid. (French)

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