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A/N: Hey! This story is a repost of a story I had up for a while. But I found myself totally at loss with what to do with it and I happened to be reading over it and found so many mistakes in plot, as well as a whole mess of filler-like posts. So, I thought, why not take it down and just put it back up with the newly edited posts? Now, as I post this I will be editting it, so it will be a few days before updates come. Just to let y'all know. Anyway, if you're an old reader, or new, I hope you enjoy the story, cuz it's one of my faves. And of course, please read and review! ;)

Matt yawned as he made his way out the back entrance of the local mall area. He'd just finished a four hour long signing and was very much ready to go back to his hotel to meet up with Jeff and call it a night. He was happy with the turnout for the meet and greet – the fans were loud and excited as usual. Nothing made him happier than seeing his fans happy.

Fishing around in his pocket for the rental car keys, Matt pushed the back door open; nodding to the man inside the mall to let him know it was all clear and good.

A noise made him stop in his tracks. Somewhere a woman was crying. She was hidden from sight but the noise that came out of her body was heavy and loud, shaking his foundation to just go… what if the woman he heard was hurt?

Matt followed the sound of the cries over to the corner of the mall where a short, blonde girl sat, her faced covered by her arms. The woman's body shook with each cry that penetrated from her. Matt was instantly confused. He wasn't one to get wrapped up in other's business but the idea of a woman crying her eyes out in the darkness while alone was not normal – no matter where you are from.

He didn't want to startle the girl since she was not aware of his presence. Matt chewed on his lip and finally asked softly, "Ma'am, are you alright?"

The blonde sat up quickly, eyes narrowed at him. She looked up at Matt with sullen and swollen baby blues, her body still shaking and rocking while she tried to control herself. Her stare continued at Matt for the longest time before she turned her head and gazed down at her fingernails which were bitten down to little nubs. "I'm f-fine," she spoke, her voice stuffy. And her actions clearly proved otherwise.

Matt smiled softly at the irony. "I wasn't aware that fine meant sobbing in a parking lot."

The girl looked at Matt with a scowl. Obviously she didn't find his attempt at humor funny. "Can't you hear?" she snapped. Sniffle. Sniffle. "I said I'm fine." With that, she stood up and shakily brushed off her pants while watching Matt with caution.

Little did she know that she had crossed paths with one of the most stubborn people ever. "Are you hurt?" Matt continued. He scanned her for any visible injuries, finding it nearly impossible, seeing she was decked out in a long sleeve shirt and dark wash jeans.

"No, I'm not!" she hissed back, pulling a tote bag off the floor and wiping her nose on her hand. "Can you just leave me alone?" She took off angrily with a major sway of her hips. Matt was also baffled by the clothing she wore. It was nearly 70 degrees out… wasn't she hot in those clothes?

"Wait, ma'am!" Matt yelled, running after her. Why was he so afraid for her safety? Maybe it was because she didn't look older than twenty-three and she was much too small to defend herself. "Can I give you a ride somewhere… back to your house or something?" He reached out and touched her arm, hoping for the tough stance she had up to break.

She hissed in pain when he brushed her, quickly jolting back. "What, so you can rape me or something in the car? I'm not a fuckin' moron, asshole."

"I would never do something like that," Matt replied after a moment with disgust. "You obviously don't know who I am."

"Yeah, I do," she replied back easily. The girl looked at him through squinted eyes. Matt was confused – if she knew who he was, why would she not want a ride? "A fucking jerk. Leave me alone!"

Matt sighed, admitting defeat. "Alright, fine. I'm sorry, where I'm from it's not an everyday thing to see someone crying like that at night. I know when it's not my place. Have a good night, sugar." Matt watched her walk into the darkness without looking back. Inside his rental, he shook his head. That was what he got for being a humanitarian. Shrugging sadly, he knew it was a lost cause. What did it matter? He'd never see her again.

Only what Matt didn't know was that he was ever so wrong.

So there's the first chapter. I promise it gets interesting... just ask around. ;) Also, some things just may change if I feel the need, hehe. READ AND REVIEW, UPDATE I SHALL!!