*sings* I'm so happy! Oh, so happy!

Garet: You've already done the last chapter. You posted them all in one morning. I'm proud of you.

I know! I already had it all written out, so I just had to upload it.

Garet: This might actually be one of those stories that you write that has a plot. Wow.

It does have a plot! I'm so proud!

Garet: So, you people reading this should review if you like her writing things that have plots.

And review if you don't, too!

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Trust Abandoned

Mia found herself in a beautiful neighborhood as she neared Picard's address. The houses were brand new ones with neat cut lawns and perfect gardens. Glancing at the numbers of the houses, she realized she was standing right in front of Picard's house. It seemed to be the grandest of all; a huge white house with grass as green as leaves in May.

As she walked up the stone pavement, she wondered if she was really ready to go through with this. What if Felix was playing a trick on her and he really didn't know Picard? What if Jenna was right and he was a freak? No way. Felix was too nice and Jenna hated guys. That was all there was too it.

But...Picard hadn't wanted her to meet him yet. What if he really didn't care about her? What if he had a million other girls on the internet that he sent almost exact copies of his e-mails to her to? That just irked her. She had to find out...she just had too.

Mia raised her hand slowly and flinched as the doorbell rang. She heard the sound of feet...very small ones. The door was thrown open and a ten-year-old blue haired girl stood there. "Hi! Is there something that I can help you with?"

"Um...yes," Mia smiled meakly. "Does Picard live here?"

"Yes," the girl said.

Mia waited for something more, but that seemed all that the little girl had to say. "Can I talk to him?"

The little girl nodded. "Yep! Big brother, there's a lady at the door for you!"

Mia heard a muffled voice call down the stairs. "Is she lost or is she insane?"

"No way!" The girl shouted. "She's so pretty!"

Mia blushed heavily. She bit her lip and stared at the floor until she heard a pair of softer feet running down the stairs. She looked up and saw...him. His hair was teal like a tropical sea on a sunny afternoon. His eyes were golden and so piercing that they reminded her of eagle eyes. He was firmly built with broad shoulders and bulging biceps. The only downside was—his face was zit heaven!

"P--Picard?" Mia asked.

"Um...yes," Picard asked. "Who are you?"

Mia took a deep breath. "I'm Mia."

Picard looked confused for a moment, but then realization spread across his face. "Lady Mia? I told you I couldn't meet you yet."

"Because of your acne?" Mia smiled.

Picard nodded. "I was going to wait until it cleared up, then we could've met."

Mia shrugged. "But I don't care about that. I just wanted to meet you!"

"I'm sorry, Lady Mia," Picard shook his head and slammed the door shut.

***

Mia wandered around for a bit after that. She had just met the man of her dreams face to face and he'd probably never talk to her again. She walked numbly to 7-11, bought a slushy, and walked slowly home until it got dark. Then she realized that she had a to write a paper on gratitude and ran as fast as she could.

She turned on her computer and connected the internet briefly to check her e-mail. "You've got mail."

Taking a deep breath, Mia read an e-mail that Picard had sent her about fifteen minutes after she had left his house.

Once she was done she disconnected, she spent the next hour writing about how she was grateful that her friends were so forgiving.

***

Garet: You know what?

What?

Garet: You really suck at endings.

I know. If you didn't get how it ended, read it again.

Garet: Why don't you just explain?

ARGH!!! Fine! Mia got an e-mail from Picard that told her that he wants to see her again. Mia wrote her essay about gratitude on Picard, because she was glad he had forgiven her for betraying his trust. Happy?

Garet: Actually, I was thinking that it would never take Mia an hour to write an essay.

ARGH!!!

Garet: ^_^;; R&R? Please?