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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! This chapter should be a lot happier, not that the last one wasn't. Sorry that it's so short. This is a major turning point chapter. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy Halloween everyone!

smallvillechick25- Lana doesn't know anything about Tom/Clark being Il59. But Clark knows Kristin is Lana and smallgirl.

Chapter 8: We Can Still Be Friends

A few weeks later Kristen found herself terribly sick with the flu. It was the beginning of March and the cold was lingering as long as it could in Metropolis City.

Tom had heard of Kristin's sickness from Lois. He had thought about it for a while and he decided that he was going to be friends with Kristin. He decided that no matter how much time he gave her she would still be shocked, no matter what, when he told her he was Clark. But he thought she'd take it better if they were friends.

"Kristen sat down at her computer and went to her e-mail. It took twice as long as it normally would because she was very delirious from all the clod medicine she was taking. She opened the e-mail from Il59 titled 'Thursdays and Fridays'. It read:

I don't know about you but I really hate Thursdays. Here's why: Ever since high school Thursdays have always felt like Fridays. Everybody's excited for the weekend, we all go nuts, and we stop caring about school and work. So then you're all pumped up for the weekend and you go home and realize its Thursday and not Friday. Then you're all bummed out that you have one more day of torture you have to endure. And then Fridays are always excruciatingly long. But boy am I thankful for those weekends. Especially the long ones.

Kristin was about to respond when she heard her buzzer to the front door of her building. She went over and beeped through the intercom.

"Hello?" a stuffy Kristin said.

Tom held his daisies and replied, "Hi. This is Tom. Can I come in?"

"Um, I don't think that a bery good ibea. I hab da flu. My nose is running, I'm not really awake, I cough ebery 3 seconds, I'm taking Echinacea and vitamin C… ACHOO!" she sneezed. He looked at the intercom and a man came up, unlocked the door and let him in.

"I, uh, hab temperature and I'm bery contagious, so if you could just go away that would be nice." She finished in the intercom. Right then someone knocked on the door and she jumped. She looked out the peephole and saw Tom. He waved. She yelped and jumped again.

"Uh…just a second!" she yelled scrambling. She pulled on a large trench coat over her pajamas and picked up the thousands of tissues scattered across her house. She put some in a soup bowl and put that in the kitchen in the sink. The rest she stuffed in her pocket. She ran over to the door, opened it, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were sick and I was concerned. And I wanted to make sure," Tom said leaning into her apartment, "Is there somebody here?"

"No. Oh, Home Shopping Network."

"You buy any of those little porcelain dolls?"

"I was thinking about it," she said turning off the TV, "Hey, you almost put me out of business."

"Uh, yes I did."

"Did you come to gloat?"

"No."

"To offer me a job?"

"I would never-," he said walking in.

"Because I have plans, and plenty of offers if I need them. You know I got offered a job by-"

"My former girlfriend."

"Yes. Oh, your former?"

"We broke up."

"Oh, that's too bad. You were so perfect for each other," she spat and then covered her mouth, "I don't mean to say things like that. No matter what you've done to me there's no excuse for my saying anything like that. But every time I see you-"

"Things like that just fly out of your mouth."

"Yes!'

"I brought you flowers." Tom changed the subject.

"Oh, Thank you." She said. She then walked over to the door, opened it and motioned for him to leave.

"Why don't I just put these in some water? And you're sick, you should sit down."

She look at him amazed and him being so nice to her and gave up and sat down on the couch.

"I need a vase. Do you have a vase?"

"Above the refrigerator." She said blowing her nose loudly.

"Oh, there it is. Lois says hi, by the way. She the one who told me you were sick."

"How is Lois?" she said deliriously and dropped her head on her lap.

"She's great. Really great. She's revolutionizing the Daily Planet."

"I love daisies." Kristin said as Tom put the daisies next to her.

"You told me." He answered.

"They're so friendly. Don't you think that daisies are the friendliest flower?"

"I do."

"When did you break up?" she asked randomly.

"Couple of weeks ago."

"Everyone is breaking up. You. Me. And this other person I know broke up with someone in an elevator, or, just after it…or just outside it, or it got stuck. I can't remember. When I saw you at the coffee place I was waiting for him. And I was-"

"Charming." He answered while he started making tea.

"I was not charming."

"Well, you looked charming. Tea?"

"Yes. I was upset and horrible."

"Honey."

"Yes." She responded.

"I was the horrible one."

"Well, that's true. But I have no excuse."

"Oh, I see what you're saying. That's interesting. Whereas I am a horrible person therefore I have no choice but to be horrible. That's what you're saying." He said sitting across from her and setting down her tea. And seeing her cover her mouth he added, "That's alright. I almost put you out of business, so you're entitled to hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"But you'll never forgive me. Just like Elizabeth."

"Who?"

"Elizabeth Bennet, the heroine in Pride and Prejudice. She was too proud."

"I thought you hated Pride and Prejudice!" Kristin exclaimed.

"Or was she to prejudice and Mr. Darcy was too proud? Well, I can't remember," he then thought for a while and said sincerely to her, "It wasn't personal."

"What is that? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me. It's personal to a lot of people. Hat's so wrong with being personal anyways?"

"Nothing."

"Whatever else anything is, it ought to be personal… My head is starting to get fuzzy from all this thinking," she said picking up the flowers and heading toward her bed," Why did you stop by again? I forget."

"I wanted to be your friend." He said simply.

"Oh."

"I knew it wasn't possible. What can I say? Sometimes a guy wants the impossible." He smiled. She smiled and started crawling in her bed.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked following her to her bed.

"What?"

"What happened to that guy at the café?"

"Nothing."

"But you're crazy about him."

"Yes I am."

"Well, why don't you run off with him? What are you waiting for?"

"I don't actually know him," she confessed hiding her face in her pillow.

"Really?"

"I only know him through the, uh…you're not going to believe this."

"Let me guess. The internet."

"Yes!" she said astonished.

"You've Got Mail."

"Yes."

"Those are some very powerful words."

"Yes." She said seriously.

"Well, I'm happy for him. Although, could I just make a little suggestion?"

"What?"

"I think," he said tucking her in, "you should meet him. Wait, I take that back. Why would you want to meet someone you're crazy about?

"Hey, I hardly think I need to take advice from a person who-" She started.

He placed his hand over her mouth gently and said, "Now I can see that I bring out the worst in you, but let me just help you to not say something you're going to torture yourself about for years to come."

They gazed at each other and both felt their spines tingle and the stomachs flop at the contact of their skin. He slowly took off his hand and said, "I hope you feel better soon. It would be a shame to miss Metropolis in the spring."

She stared at him, thinking of where she had heard something similar to that before. She then muttered, "Thank you for the daisies."

He picked one out and handed it to her. She smiled broadly and took it.

"Well, you take care." He smiled his 100-watt smile.

"I will."

"Bye."

"Bye." She said watching him leave.

Tom took a cab back to his boat. He was in somewhat of an odd stupor of happiness. He was in it the whole way home and while he was home. But he had no idea what lay ahead…

A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Lol. I hope you all liked this one better. It was a lot happier. Sorry again that it was short! Well, review, review, and review!