A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. You don't know how great it is to come back from your March break vacation to Ottawa (my nations amazing capital) to see five new reviews. It makes me feel amazing. Hugs to all of you!!! I would thank all of you, but there were so many reviews that I don't think I can. But here is a mention to my favourite:

Vartan-Lover: Your review made me laugh…I think all of your reviews have. Thanks a lot. Your reviews keep me motivated.

Again thanks to all the reviews. Now I really want to say something.

This morning I got an email from my bestest friend in the whole wide world, and also the person that introduced me to Veronica Mars. She told me that IF Veronica Mars makes it to a 4th season it will be a season without Jason Dohring, and a season set 4 years in the future with Veronica working as an FBI agent. This is not only horrible because there would be no more LoVe but it would also be defeating the entire purpose of the show. Veronica solved mysteries because she had to have justice…she never did it because someone told her to. Her working for the FBI does not make sense at all. As well, they're planning on getting rid of all the other characters on the show and keeping only Veronica. Now, I love Veronica, but to me the idea of the show was to show how she developed herself, made friends, and changed into a better, stronger person. If they got rid of all the characters that helped her develop (Wallace, Mac, Weevil, Keith) the show would not be the same. So I encourage you to write a letter saying: to either end the show with dignity, or to keep it for a 4th season but keeping it the way it is. I don't know who to write the letter to yet, but when I figure it out I'll let you know.

Now this is the longest authors note ever so…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

And here is chapter 4…

Something is Changing

Dear Journal,

I'm so amazed by what just happened. Maybe not amazed but startled. Or shocked. Or….I can't think of the word.

I guess…life kind of comes at you, you know? Like, you never know what could happen, and then when something does happen, it's like a total shock.

I never would have expected Logan to be the sensitive type, the type who tells you he loves you and cries when he breaks up with you. I never expected him to love me as much as he did.

I never expected Duncan to have a secret illness that causes him to go crazy.

I never expected Troy to be a drug dealer.

And Leo…he was kind of predictable. Wait. I never would have expected him to steal the Lily and Aaron sex tapes. He didn't seem like the type.

See what I mean. People will shock you. So I guess it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Piz appeared outside my door this morning.

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Veronica grabbed her keys off the hook and walked to the door. When she opened it she looked out to see Piz standing there. With his hand up to knock on the door, with roses in his other hand.

For a minute both of them just stood there. Piz – with his hand raised to the door – and Veronica – with her left hand combing through her hair, and her right hand still on the door knob.

Then both of them spoke at once.

"I was just on my way out to see you," said Veronica.

"I'm sorry," said Piz.

Veronica was shocked by his straightforward apology. From the usually awkward boy, she expected some gibberish before an actual apology. It amazed her. If she wasn't preparing to dump him at the moment, this probably would have made her like him even more.

But no, she told herself. He hit me. I must dump him. I don't care if he apologizes sixty billion times. I. Am. Dumping. Him.

"Piz, we need to talk," Veronica said, apologetically. If she had to dump him, she didn't have to make it harsh. He already knew what he did, there was no need to make him feel horrible about it. It was a horrible thing to do, but there was no need to make him feel any worse. And truthfully, what it all came down to was that she was still in love with Logan. She would always love him. He was everything to her. In all the craziness that she called her life, Logan was the only constant. He was her friend, then her enemy, then her boyfriend, then a verbal sparring partner, her friend again, then boyfriend again, then nothing, then boyfriend again, and now mild acquaintances. But the thing was…he was always there. Even when he hated her, he was still there.

"Can I say something first?" Asked Piz.

"Knock yourself out," retorted Veronica. She knew it was no time to be snappy, but she really just wanted to get this over with. She needed to devise a plan to get Logan back.

"Can I just start by saying I'm sorry?" Asked Piz, "I don't know what came over me. I was just…well there is no excuse for what I did, but, I was really upset. I would never try to hurt you Veronica, ever since I met you, it's been…you're just…you're not like any girl I've ever met before. You're so strong and brave and confident and sure of yourself. You're everything a guy could ever want in a girl. I guess that's why I was so jealous. Because I knew there was no way that Logan was over you. Did you see the way he was looking at you yesterday? He kept looking at you, like you were still his girlfriend. I guess I was just imagining that you were looking at him the same way,"

"Piz I need to say something…" She needed to let him know that she was looking at Logan the way he was imagining.

"Veronica, please. Please, give me another chance. I want a chance to make it up to you. I want to show you the kind of man I can be".

Veronica looked at the ground, and then she slowly raised her eyes to Piz's face. She saw the serious expression on his face and in his eyes, and she couldn't help but crack up. Serious did not suit him. And what he said about the kind of man he could be was to much; she was doubled over laughing, and soon she had to sit on the floor to stabilize herself.

She realized what she was about to do was stupid, and totally against everything she believed in, but his sincerity was too much for her to handle.

"I forgive you Piz," said Veronica, "well maybe not 'forgive' per se, but I'll give you another chance".

"Really"

"Really, really"

"Thank you Veronica, thank you so much," stammered Piz, "you have no idea what this means to me".

He slowly wrapped his arms around Veronica's waist.

"Sure I do," she replied as she thought about how many mistakes she had made with Logan, and even accused him of murder, he always wanted her back. She couldn't even give him the same chance. As soon as he screwed up with Madison, she dumped him. She never gave him the courtesy of doing the same.

But she knew what it was like to be given a second chance, because she had been given so many.

It was just then that she saw a tall, shadow disappear.

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I know that I said I was going to break up with him, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. He was so sincere. Plus I said I was going to start being normal. I've got to learn to forgive people. Then maybe, if Logan and I ever get back together I'll be able to forgive him.

Like he always forgave me.

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"This is a stupid idea," Logan said to himself as he parked his Range Rover in Veronica's apartment complex. "I can't believe I let Parker talk me into this".

He turned around slowly and looked into the backseat where his supplies were. There was a bouquet of red roses,

"Red roses represent love," Parker had told him.

Other then that, everything he had brought was his own idea. He had a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream – he knew it was her favourite – and a teddy bear. He knew Veronica wouldn't appreciate it because of its cuteness, but she would love it because of the better, easier time it represented for them as a couple. It was white, and on its stomach it had a heart, which had embroidered on it – in pale blue stitching – "I wuv you beary much".

He laughed at his own tendency to be a hopeless romantic. Veronica was always the boy in their relationship. She faced all her fears, except the one that always tore them apart. She could never tell him how she felt about him. Deep down he knew that she loved him…she just couldn't tell him.

"Time to do what I came here to do," Logan said to himself.

He picked up the things he had brought, and he got out of his car, and locked it. He walked up the stairs to Veronica's apartment. As he neared the window he could see Veronica with Piz. They were hugging. He suddenly felt a burst of rage inside of him. Piz didn't deserve her. He didn't know anything about her – he didn't know anything she had been through.

He was just about to leave when he noticed something. Veronica's left cheek. It was very subtle – not many people would notice it – but he would recognize that anywhere. There was a large portion of her cheek that was slightly darker that the rest of her face. He could tell that it had been carefully concealed with powder or some other make up, but he would recognize that kind of a mark anywhere. He had seen it on Trina when she had been being beaten by her boyfriend, and he had seen it occasionally on his own mother, just never on her face. He had never seen his father beat his mother, but she occasionally had strange bruises – only one or two – on her arms or legs. She could easily say she bumped into a door, or banged or leg on a stair, but Logan knew what they were. But…Veronica wouldn't take abuse. She had seen how it damaged him, and she was so strong, she would break up with Piz if he touched her out of anything but love.

She probably just bumped into something…or walked into a pole. He laughed silently. She had a real knack for walking into things.

But still, something didn't feel right about the whole thing. But then again, he couldn't do anything about it. So he did the only thing he could think of. He laid the things he had brought across the door mat, and left.

But not before he made sure Veronica was looking.

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Piz is so sweet. He's making me breakfast. Logan and I always ordered room service, but home made food is so much better.

Here he comes; I better not keep him waiting.

"Veronica," said Piz, "I have to go out and get something for your breakfast."

"You don't need to do that, I'm sure it's amazing the way it is," Veronica said with a smile.

"I want this breakfast to be perfect for you, I can't have anything missing. Plus, chocolate chip pancakes aren't really the same without chocolate chips."

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" Asked Veronica hungrily.

"Only the best for my special lady friend," answered Piz with a grin.

"Go ahead then. In the case of chocolate chip pancakes, I need perfect. Amazing just will not do," said Veronica jokingly.

"I'll be on my way then," said Piz with an imaginary tip of his hat.

Veronica laughed and then settled back down into the couch with her journal. She heard the door open, but she never heard it shut. Before she knew it, Piz was back in front of her, with an angry expression on his face, and red roses, a teddy bear and ice cream in his hand.

"What the hell is this?" He yelled.

"I have no idea," she answered. She didn't know what it was, but she could assume it was from whoever was at her door earlier. "Is there a card?" she asked.

"No, there is no card, but this lovely teddy bear says, 'I wuv you beary much' does that ring a bell? Make you think of anyone special?" Piz was furious.

It made Veronica think of only one person, but she couldn't say his name. She knew Piz was jealous and she didn't want him to be jealous any more.

"Wait. What's that. I see that look in your eye. See I wasn't imagining it after all," said Piz. Veronica could tell he was angry. She hoped he wasn't angry enough to hurt her. "Did you tell Logan about what happened last night?" Piz asked.

"Of course not. He has no right to know," said Veronica, she was starting to get more than a little frightened.

"You're lying"

"No, why would I lie to you?" Asked Veronica.

"Because you love HIM!" And with that Piz pushed Veronica to the wall and watched her with disgust as she slid helplessly to the floor.

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A/N: Again thanks for all the reviews. You guys really make my day.