******So, how was my second chapter? As bad as the first one? I hope not. Anyway, I just realized that none of my stories have any disclaimers. So, I just wanna say that I DO NOT OWN HYD OR MG, unfortunately. This disclaimer goes for this ENTIRE fanfic and          "A Fool", my corny, angsty, one-shot. He he he. . . .******

        Michellerealized that her question had a certain effect on Barbie. Could he be physically abusing her?, she thought.

        "So, Barbie, are you going or not?"

        "I do want to…." But my boyfriend doesn't want me to…..

        "Then go. Mark doesn't own you anyway. He's just a worthless, selfish bastard."

        "He's my boyfriend, Michelle. Don't speak that way about him." Though what you're saying is true.

        "I'm sorry Barbie, but it's how I feel. I can't help it. Although I only met him during the times when we were shooting Meteor Garden 2 and he was courting you, I really do get that impression. I can still remember the time when we had to shoot in Barcelona. He tagged along then. He almost didn't speak to Jerry entirely after that hotel room scene! He wasn't even your boyfriend then."

         Barbie winced as she remembered the incident. Although during that time she had told her self that Mark was just worried about the competition, she knew now that it was not true. Mark was just plain hot tempered and jealous of every guy that came along.

          "He was just worried about me."

          "Fat chance. Anyway, seeing that you aren't really willing to listen to me, I'll just change the topic. But before I do, just let me warn you, Barbie, Mark is a dangerous man. You better break up with him. And fast." Another warning. Just like Jerry's.

          "I will do what I wish."

          "Fine. Do whatever you want to do."

          "Be assured that I will do as I want to."

          "Okay, okay, whatever. Stop the formality already. Anyway, you wanna help me shop for something to wear?"

           "Are you sure you wanna shop here? We'll be mobbed by fans."

           "I won't be mobbed. I only did one series here which was Meteor Garden and they hate my character."

           Both girls laughed at her comment. It was true though. Most people in Taiwan, specially those who supported the love story of Jerry's and Barbie's character hated Michelle's character, YeSa.

            "Still, they might want to throw tomatoes at me!!!"

           They laughed again and their conversation was light and happy after that.

            "Bye Barbie. See you tomorrow at four," michelle said running to her convertible. Suddenly, she stopped and went back to the door where Barbie was standing. "Don't forget what I told you."

            "Huh? I-I'll think about it. . . . ," Barbie said in whisper. Michelle didn't hear her 'cause Michelle was already in her car.

            Barbie went in her room and sat down. She reached for her bedside table's drawer and brought out an envelope. Tears fell down on the noteand the ink smeared. It didn't matter though. She knew it by heart.

 Dear Barbie,

       I'm sorry if I hurt you last time. I didn't mean to. I love you and I'm just worried about you. I knew I loved you the moment I met you. I hope that one day you will learn to love me . . . .Wo ai ni (I love you).

             

   Jerry

            Michelle's words today hurt. Everything she said was true though. I've been denying it for months . . . I should have never gone with him. . . . I can't break up with him now. . . He'd just keep on hurting me and beating me. . .If only I listened to Jerry. . .If only. . . If only I realized then how much I . . . How much I really loved Jerry. . . My life. . .Is it destined to be full of regrets and "if only's" ?

            She cried herself to sleep.

The next day. . . .

            "Wow! That was tiring," Barbie said, plopping down on one of the soft chairs in Starbuck's. "I'll order. What do you want?"

            "Iced cappuccino," Michelle said."

            "Okay."

            Barbie was waiting for her change and happened to glance at the door. There, at the door was a tall man with black, wispy hair up to his shoulders. He was handsome and muscular. He glanced at the counter where Barbie was standing and their eyes locked.

            No way. It can't be him. . . .

*********Ooooh. . . .who do you think is the tall and handsome guy? Pretty obvious, huh? Oh well! 'Till next time! Ja ne!!******