Disclaimer: I do not own "Veronica Mars". Rob Thomas does.

AN: Wow… It is a long long time since I updated this story. But now I've got a chapter finished again. It is rather short, but I like it. You see another side of Julia. Hope you have fun reading this chapter and please review. I'll try to update more frequently in the future. (A)

Logan didn't know what to do, but decided to go upstairs to Julia's room, where he knocked on the door.

"Yes," he heard softly through the door.

Slowly Logan opened the door, still shocked by Julia's 'confession' about her parents.

He expected to see Julia crying, or at least very sad, on her bed. But when the door was open, he saw Julia making her homework.

"Your parents?" Logan said, before knowing he did.

"What?" Julia asked. Didn't she know what she had said in the kitchen?

"Your parents were murdered?"

She looked shocked. "What? How do you know that?"

"You said it in the kitchen… When you explained why we didn't see you at school…"

"Did I?" She looked at the wall in front of her and then at the homework that was laying on her desk.

"Wow," she said eventually.

"You know... I expected to see you crying…"

"Crying?" she looked at Logan's face again. "I've cried enough…" She paused for a few minutes. "I came here so nobody would come to me and ask if I'm okay. Here nobody knew me, so they also wouldn't know my parents."

"What are you saying?" Logan still was trying to get over the shock and didn't really understand what Julia was saying.

"I'm kind of asking you not to tell anyone."

"O… okay…" Logan hesitated. "Do you know who killed them?"

"No," she said softly, not looking at Logan.

He hesitated again. "You know… You should tell Veronica… She could help you…"

He paused for a few seconds, but continued when Julia didn't react.

"Her dad is a private investigator. She helps him sometimes and takes her own cases too. She's very good…"

"I… I'll think about it. I mean… When I said I've cried enough, I really meant it. I cried for days and I still want to cry. But I make myself believe I've got no tears anymore... And... I don't know if I'm ready to know who killed my parents."

Logan tried to get a smile on his face.

"I understand, but… Don't wait too long."

He left Julia's room and closed the door behind him.

Julia stared at her homework for a minute, and then ran downstairs. "Marco…!"

"Polo!" she heard Logan shout. He was in the kitchen again.

"You know… Maybe you… Or we… Should throw that party Blondie was talking about."

"Blondie? Oh… You mean Dick." He looked at Julia's face with a strange expression on his. "How do you know he talked about that?"

"I heard you guys… I'm not deaf, you know…"

She was smiling and talking very fast. She was like a kid that could go to the carnival, but had to wait, because her parents weren't ready to leave the house yet. She was very different from the sad, vulnerable girl Logan saw upstairs.

"If you want to…"

He hesitated. "You know… You're a good actress…"

"What?" Julia still smiled. Her face was asking the same thing her voice just did.

"If you didn't say that… The thing about your parents, I would not have noticed you were sad…"

"Oh…" Her smile disappeared again. "It is easier to be someone else when you're sad. I know it doesn't help to get over it, but my dad would not let me be a girl who needed someone to learn things from or to ask things at. And that is why I act like that, I guess... You're the first person who has ever seen me being sad…"

Then the smile reappeared on her face. "But what do you think about the party?"

A strange girl, Logan thought, a strange girl.