Hi! I finally got around to writing a fan fic.

Garet: Even though you haven't finished the other ones you started.

Hey, I've finished them, I just haven't gotten around to posting them.

Garet: Translation: I'm an idiot who is to deep into my own world that I makes Orchid post my fan fics.

ToT Thanks, Garet. It's great to know that you suport me.

Garet: Anytime.

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Mia smiled and tried to keep herself from screaming at Alex to get lost. "I'm fine, thanks anyway. I really like the guy hanging out with."

Mia's ex-boyfriend glared at his shoes. "Are you sure? Maybe I know him; what's his name?"

Mia bit her lip. "Well...um...I won't tell you if you don't already know."

Alex looked at her and ###### an eyebrow. "I was suspended for a month. How can you expect me to know all of the school gossip?"

Mia crossed her arms and looked away. "Picard."

"Picard?!" Alex shouted. "What kind of a freakish Star Trek name is that?"

Mia frowned, her clear blue eyes darkened. "Don't make fun of him; he's really nice."

"That means he's ugly," Alex shot back. "Man, I can't believe you're dating an ugly Treky instead of me."

Mia glowered. "By 'you' you mean a jerk who can't stay in school for more than two months without causing trouble. Seriously, vandalizing the cafeteria? Does it get lower than that? I swear, if you didn't go just to school to stare at girls, you wouldn't go at all!"

"Yeah?" Alex was fuming by this point. "Well—er—at least I'm not dating a guy named Picard!"

Mia laughed. "Well, you better start considering guys, because I don't know a single girl who'd even look at you after you got suspended."

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"Are you alright, Mia?" Felix asked, not looking away from the road as he drove his black jeep.

Mia stared her backseat window. "I'm fine."

Jenna, Felix's sister, wasn't convinced. "Reality check: no way that you're fine. You've been spacing major assignments lately and you don't even come with me to the mall anymore. You're not fine in any way, shape, or form."

The guy sitting next to Mia crossed his arms and nodded knowledgeably. "No, it's more than that. Mia is in love. I saw her in history. She had the same look on her face that Jenna gets when she's thinking about me."

"Garet!" Jenna shouted. "You're such a idiot!"

Felix turned around this time to stare angrily at Garet. "Don't even think about it if you value your life."

Mia slugged Garet just because he was out of Jenna's reach as long as she remained buckled. "Jenna's right, you are an idiot. Anyway, guys, I'm fine. Really."

"Okay," Jenna replied, her voice unsure. "Just don't be so glued to the computer and I'm sure you'll get back into the swing of things."

***

"You've got mail," the robotic voice of the computer told Mia.

"I know that," Mia rolled her eyes. Clicking on the e-mail, she scanned over the message and then read it more thoroughly once she was done.

Dearest Lady Mia,

She loved how he always started his e-mails to her like that. Whenever she saw his salutation her heart sang for joy.

I've felt inclined to tell you of my experience today. I was walking down the hall of my school when I saw a girl who looks just as I imagine you. Though I know it wasn't you, I still felt inclined to ask her name. She looked at me oddly, as I should've expected her too, and said, "Get a life, loser, I'm totally above you."

You can imagine how dejected I felt, but instantly knew she couldn't be you. Comparing your posed grace to her petty strut is like comparing a peacock to a chicken. Your laughing smile outshines her pasted smirk like a spotlight outshining a 50-watt bulb. It made me laugh at myself that I could even imagine you being akin to that flounder faking to be an angelfish in the tossing sea of high school popularity.


Mia blushed, but began to laugh it off. It was so like him to use poetic words like that on a system that most of her other friends used to send forwards of chain mail.

Lady Mia, in response to your last dispatch, I am not prepared to see your magnificence at this date in time. I acknowledge the fact that you wish to meet and I promise that we shall see each other one day, but not today. I want that day to be perfect, and therefore, it is not yet time. I pray that you will wait.

Still at the mercy of your grandeur,

Picard


Clicking on the 'reply' button, Mia thought of what to write to him. She sighed, because she found herself thoroughly uninspired, but began to type anyway.

To Picard, the holder of my heart:

I'm sorry about that girl. She must be an idiot anyway, so forget her. I care about you and that's all that matters.


And I couldn't have said it in a more cheesy way, Mia thought. She thought about deleting it but decided against it. Cheesy was her personality.

I'm sorry that we can't meet yet. Every hour that I can't see you is agony. Please reconsider.

From the one who doesn't know what to say:

Mia


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That wasn't to bad, for being the begining of a Mia+Picard fan fic.

Garet: Mia+Picard is sickening. I'm gonna go barf.

Thank you for your support. R&R!