[Yet another update! I'm in a slightly weird mood today, mainly because I had a really good dream about….someone….and then I woke up and it was just a dream…. :o( Ah well…back to Mia…..]

I wandered the streets vaguely going in the direction of Michael's apartment, trying to figure out what I would say. To be quiet frank I had no idea. I couldn't really just walk in and just let loose. I had to be collected, I had to have some sort of plan. I just hoped Judith wasn't there.

As I was walking, I passed an electronics store with numerous different sized TV's in the window. All rather worryingly displaying my face. It was actually a picture from my last birthday party, and I didn't look too bad really. I was wearing a swanky sundress and some pearls, and gave the impression of being genuinely happy. But none of my friends had been there. No Lilly, no Tina, no one. In actual fact, my 19th birthday had pretty much sucked. My 18th had been better as I had actually had some say over the guest list. Lilly had still not been able to merit an invite, due to her low social standing (hello Grandmere, this is the 21st century, not a Jane Austen book) but Tina and Shameeka had been classed as 'acceptable' as Tina's father was rather wealthy and Shameeka was now a high flying super model. Even so I hadn't been able to spend much time with any of them, as I had had to 'attend' to my other guests.

Even so, I thought as I still stood in front of the store and realised how weird I must look, they were still looking for me, and even after over a month of my being gone they hadn't even come over to America, which just goes to show great the Genovian detectives really are….its actually pretty worrying…

Eventually I ended up at Michael's, still none the wiser to what the hell I was going to say. I took a deep breath, tried to collect myself and pushed the buzzer. It was pretty fair to say Michael was rather surprised to see me.

'Mia! What are you doing here?' he said, in a surprised way and slightly anxious way, holding the door open.

'I need to explain,' I said simply, walking into the apartment. Michael motioned for me to go and sit on the couch, which I did, and he sat opposite me, and looked at me. I guessed this was my queue to start. And once I started I found it pretty hard to stop. Everything came rushing out, about how I couldn't contact him, how bad things were in Genovia, how I thought he would hate me because I never wrote and that's why he never made contact….but he stopped me there.

'Mia, I did try. I wrote, I emailed, I called, God I even tried to go to Genovia to see you, but they wouldn't let me in, after you left orders with the guys at the border crossing not to let me past.' Lilly hadn't told me about that. She had just said he tried to contact me, giving the impression that he had written a couple of emails. But nothing, nothing as drastic as to come all the way over to Genovia. Why is it that she always seems to forget key details. Like, for example, that she was still going out with Boris, or that he just happened to be a big famous violinist now?

'What? I never did anything like that!'

'Well the guy told me you had specifically ordered that I should not be admitted into the country. So they just sent me right back home again.' how could he even think for a second that I would ever do a thing like that. I looked pleadingly at him but her merely continued to stare at his light wood laminate flooring on which his feet currently rested.

'Michael, I'm so sorry, I never knew. It must have been Grandmere and my dad.' how could they have done this? I mean I know they didn't want me to see him, but to go to these lengths to make sure of it, its just not right.

'I guess you didn't get my tape either then?'

'No, the only contact I ever got was from my mom and Mr. G.' Michael smiled a bit at my still calling my step dad Mr. G after all this time.

'So you didn't forget about me, and you didn't, you didn't not love me anymore?' Michael said looking me in the eye for the first time since the conversation started. I smiled a little.

'No of course not! Michael I loved you! I would never have done any of that stuff.' I, as you may have noticed, said that I loved him, as in past tense. However, at that moment, as I gazed once again into his wonderful eyes, I wasn't sure if it would be staying in the past tense for much longer.

'Really?' he asked, seeming to brighten up by the second.

'Yes, really, how could you even think for a single second that I didn't. I mean come on you had known me long enough!' I spewed on for a few more minutes about how I had stayed faithful to him even when I wasn't allowed to contact him and how I had turned down countless offers from perfectly hansom and respectable gentlemen for him. I did, however, fail to mention how long this had in fact carried on for.

'Oh Michael I'm so glad I finally got to tell you all this,' I smiled as I leaned over to where he was sat on the couch and hugged him tightly.

And that was how Judith found us.

[Yay they made up, but *gasp* Judith is still around! What will happen now? Ooo the possibilities. Obviously by the time I put this up I will have the rest of the story written, as I have only just put up chapter 7 up, so I'm well ahead of myself. But I just love writing this story so much!

By the way, do any of you guys like Maroon 5? I have been 'browsing' their website today and listening to a few tracks that are on there. I absolutely love the song 'she will be loved'! In fact, I might even write a story about it! We will just have to wait and see wont we?! I actually have several ideas floating around in my head, seeing as I am having a particularly pre relationship Michael/Mia thing with my best friend. I just hope that it will turn out the same….

Anyways, I have depressed myself now, so review me and make it all better again!]