Hey, this chappie was inspired by one of my fave movies of all time, Love Actually. You know the foreign chick and Collin Firth – how they unknowingly talk to each other.. I sort of wanted to re-create that. Thank you for the reviews. I love reviews… Um, for those who have read my other fics I'm sorry but I wont be continuing them, I didn't get many hits or reviews so well- yeah, I don't see the point but I really wanted to keep going with this – so enjoy.

Mia looked disappointed at her inbox. She was trying to convince herself that Michael had just hadn't opened her e-mail yet. Maybe her one very smooth line wasn't enough to coax him into replying. Maybe she had to write something else.

She casually looked around the library hoping that no-one would be behind her to peer over her shoulder to see what she was writing. She took a deep breath and proceeded to write a completely calm, dignified letter to her sort of boyfriend – who was she kidding he was totally making out with some hot girl in cool clothes by now who didn't make him wait for 2 years and expects him to wait 2 years on that.

To : linuxrulez ripcrackhead . com

From : princessintraining genovia . com

Subject : (none)

Hey

It's Mia. Not that you don't have me on record already.

I'm sort of writing this under the impression you didn't get my last message. If you did the totally disregard this. You know, I fully understand. And it's fine. You know, we had a great time and it was real and it's over – but um, yeah. Stuff happens. So um, I guess what I'm trying to say is Thank You and Good Luck.

So, this is if you didn't get my message. I said I was Sorry. I am Sorry. For allot of things. I guess, starting chronologically, the whole – kissing J.P thing. That was really strange for me too you know, I never actually meant to kiss him, I was going in to hug him and I don't know. I just, we just, we kissed and it happened. You know I didn't what you meant before –when you were saying that what happened with me would be different to what happened with – her. I get it now. When I kissed you my world stopped, you know usually I'm sort of in whirlwind of life – everything's replaying in my head – my speech to the parliament, French lesson, English homework, something Lilly said to me all that sort of stuff and then you kiss me and everything goes quiet. Like my head just stops, everything stops. Everything is quiet and I can hear myself think. That's not how it was with J.P. He kind of added to it. Nothing went quiet, I didn't feel like me. I felt like Amelia.

I know this is a weird was explaining myself but for lack of a phone number and the guts to ask my best friend whose currently pissed at me for your number I'm trying to write it down, but it's sort of harder then I thought.

The second thing I'm sorry for is the whole breaking up thing. I didn't really want to break up with you I just really wanted to hurt you, I was so angry and upset and it's sort of weird feeling that way because you never did that to me before. I was upset because you know, the whole – saving myself thing, it was really important to me. I can't say why – only that it was and I loved that you more or less respected that. I wanted my first time to be right. I didn't want to look back and wish I'd waited a little longer or to be older or something. I was afraid of you seeing like that. I could hide. You know, usually I could just hug you – or something but at that moment, it's just us. I was afraid you'd see through me. You said that you weren't worthy of me. I'm not worthy of you actually. I realised that no-one is really original. You know we say we are but we're all just a representation of all the influential people in our lives. You're one of them. You give me strength and most importantly. Hope. I never believed that I could be so free just by being with someone. I could swear you have healing properties. I was upset because I thought that she'd taken something away from me. A little part of you that I couldn't have when you were demanding so much of me and I just thought that if you'd done it with her it could never be special with me. You'd know better, you'd know different and worse, you might like that more. You might think of her while you were with me. What made me the most upset is that I could never get that back. I thought that you didn't love me. I loved you so much, that I would give anything to make you stay, even - that. I still love you. The idea that you could leave, even after that – when you'd been with her, and you could of still been with her for so much longer. That she owned that party of you, your identity, your life – It made me sad.

Finally – I feel I need to apologise for not properly explaining the whole lack of sex thing. It wasn't actually anything to do with you. I felt like it – believe it or not – sometimes. I really did. I wanted to give you that part of me, and I wanted so much to be with you too. To have that perfect moment where you belong to me – as corny as that sounds. I guess I thought that I would have this moment of intense clarity where I would suddenly be 'ready'. Which really, was sort of dumb on my part. I realise now it's not a moment, it's more of a reflection.

When you turn 12 the girly slumber party is a right of passage. You and you're little friends sit up late talking about boys and painting your nails and doing you hair and there is always that one question. The perfect boyfriend. I always said I wanted someone who liked me – ME. I didn't realise how true that'd stay as I grew up. You liked me, worse now seeing as your at the other side of the world, you loved me. The real me – flat chested, weird hair – oh and the whole ruling a small nation one day thing.

I'm just really sorry. For everything. And I get that right now that probably means very little considering our current situation but maybe we can talk again and hopefully when or if you come back we can think about things, talk about things – like us.

Anyway – Rocky is crying and my Algebra is looming over me. And I'm sure you're busy with you're medical miracle arm. So I guess this is GoodNight.
From Mia.

Mia glanced over her shoulder again to glare at the door which was slightly open letting in the noise outside. She glanced back at her computer screen and sighed. She hit the little [x in the corner. The save as draft window popped up. She decided that letting her most intimate thoughts and feelings fade back into 0's and 1's was a little heartless. She pressed the save and looked up the moon. She wondered if Michael could see it too.

"MIA!" Her mother screamed from the now quite downstairs. "IT'S YOUR FATHER"

Mia took a deep breath and went to answer the phone.

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