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A/N: I'm currently de-stressing over finals and slowly panicking as I wait for grades to post..so I have a very, very short chapter...sorry... hopefully I will have more time to work on my stories after grades post and I finally relax...
Chapter 7
Later that night The Kent's and Sam were on the porch. Martha excused herself and went inside. Jonathan knew this was the perfect opportunity to put Clark at ease he just hopped he didn't make it worse.
"So Sam tell me about your Dad." said Jonathan
"What can I tell you, you know who he is." said Sam
"Tell me about your life."
"Whatever." said Sam
"All my Dad wants is for you to tell us a little about yourself." said Clark
"Why should I?" said Sam
"We were just curious o.k." said Clark
"Why don't you mind your own business." said Sam
"You are our business while you're here." said Jonathan
"Is that supposed to make me spill all."
"Look if you don't want to talk fine don't." said Clark
"Whatever." said Sam
"Stop being rude Sam." said Jonathan sounding annoyed
"Stop! Talking to me you jackass!" yelled Sam
"There's no need for name calling." said Jonathan
"Name calling , I'll show you name calling you son of a …….."
"Sam that's enough." said Jonathan cutting him off.
Clark couldn't believe it, apparently his son wasn't has well mannered as his father had said. He knew it, he was a lousy father.
Jonathan knew he'd made things worse when Clark went inside without saying a word.
...more of Sam being a bratt, what can I say...he's out of his time I'm sure he's frustrated and panicking as to whether he'll ever make it home again...thanks...tell me what you think...
