I own your mom! not dc though

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Shinichi always thought he was an organized individual.

Thought.

He could maneuver his schedule around school, solving cases, being with Ran, soccer, keeping boys away from Ran, so on and so forth.

Once again; 'Thought.'

Becoming Conan, Shinichi thought he'd become even better at organizing; juggling retard school, solving cases, making sure no one realized he was the one solving the cases, making sure no one thought he was Shinichi, keeping his sanity, keeping boys away from Ran, pretending to be 7, making sure that he was calling Ran enough, keeping Ran from thinking he was Shinichi, keeping Heiji from yelling to the world that he was, in fact, the said detective that has been mention countless times in the last five paragraphs, and keeping his sanity.

Though that was said twice.

And yet, the list is still on going.

Not many people can pull off all that. And Shinichi thought he had it all under control.

The key word, must I stress, is 'Thought.'

With 2 identities, the lad has 2 cell phones. (Of course this is so Ran doesn't suspect him of being himself. Which she does. Naturally)

…

We all know where this is going right?

Teiten elementary has a very stricken policy against cell phones in class, which means for the shrunken detective, both phones go on silent

Both.

'Thought.'

Phones have caller I-D, even a name once the number has been programmed into the phone.

Who 'the hell gave the 'genius' two identical phones?

Let's do the math, shall we?

One 17 year old boy learning how to add again for eight hours a day, plus 2 cell phones that look exactly the same, down to the soccer dangly thing, and divided that by the fact that he has to call Shinichi's 'god-why-isn't-she-his-girlfriend-yet-you-dumb-ass'/ Conan's care giver to say he'll be home late due to soccer in the park equals 1 completely screwed individual whose body is roughly the size of two soccer balls.

Perhaps the world we should focus on shouldn't be 'Thought,' but rather 'stupid.'

"Ran-neechan…"

"Conan-kun?"

"What's wrong Ran-neechan? You sound funny."

"Shinichi…"

"What did he do!"

"He called..."

"When?"

"TWENTY SECONDS AGO! WHY DO YOU HAVE SHINICHI'S PHONE CONAN?"

"Shit."

The word of choice: Dar.

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When writing this, I was in one of those psyco moods I get into. So thats why its the way it is.