So this is a sequal from my story "They Are Not You", which can be found here:

Fan Fiction .net/s/5567010/52/ (remove the spaces)

although I will try and make this story a stand alone as much as possible. I started a new story as the general consensus was that it felt like a good place to begin again. This story is more of a "real life" one, with an original character. I hope you enjoy this story.

Arwyn89

Don't You Forget About Me

I spotted him across the room before he saw me. I was surprised to say the least. These sort of functions were never usually his thing. He looked good, better than the last time I had saw him - almost 3 months ago. It was strange to think that this was the person I had spent almost every day with for 4 months.

Well that was until he cheated on me and I ended things. He spotted me across the room and turned to the woman he was standing next to, wrapping his arm gently around her waist. I knew that move well - the power play to gain all her attention and manoeuvre her where he wanted. Not that I was bitter or anything.

They walked away from their group straight towards me and my gut instinct was to run and hide. Self preservation and all that. But it wasn't the first time I had seen him since the split and it would likely not be the last since I was still managed by the Jonas Group. But I had become a master at arranging my schedule so I never had to see him more than once every few months.

I eyed the tall blonde he had brought over warily, not sure how she would react to me. But she smiled cautiously and seemed pleasant enough - an improvement from the last at least.

"Hello Emma, how are you?", he asked more awkwardly than I would have expected.

I smiled - or something as close to a smile as I could get. "I'm good Nick, you?". He smiled and nodded before turning to his date.

"Delta, this is Emma, my - my old friend". Old? Please this woman was at least 10 years his senior and he was calling me old? I smiled and offered my hand, choking back the bitterness.

"How's things going?", he asked, firmly taking hold of Deltas hand which I had just dropped.

I shrugged, "Keeping busy, can't complain". Delta smiled at me.

"I love Glee!", she exclaimed at me. I smiled. I had barely been on the show for a month but was loving every second of it.

"So do I", I said laughing slightly.

This was then followed by an awkward pause in which nobody really knew what to say. I was rapidly trying to think of excuses in my head but they all seemed to allude me. I decided it would just be easier to turn and walk away when I felt someone wrap their arm around my waist. "Sweetheart, there you are", the person said and I turned around quickly to find my saviour.

Of course it would have been Darren. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of his arm wrapped around me. "Hey", I said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

We weren't dating. He had been a really good friend to me in work but outside work we had barely interacted with each other. "I'm sorry, but could I steal Emma away for a second", he asked without waiting for the reply. I walked away with him, never been more happy to escape someone's company.

"I've never actually seen a rabbit paralysed by headlights but I imagine it would look something similar to how you did just now", he smiled down at me.

"Thank you", I turned to look at him. "That was about as comfortable as it looked". I glanced back over at the couple who were now animatedly chatting and couldn't help the pang of jealousy.

"An ex?", he guessed correctly. I nodded and tried to put it to the back of my mind, concentrating on the group I was with now instead. I did still feel a little bit of an outsider - although it was nothing to how a group of people can make you feel after your break up with a guy they'd all kill to date.

I grabbed another drink and sat down, wanting nothing more than to run away. It was something I had become extremely accomplished at. After tour ended and with it most friendships I had made, I took off to Atlanta to work on a show for a few months. After that I spent a month at home. Then there was the two months I spent travelling Europe. And then I worked my ass off to get the part in Glee. Now I was back in LA, in my home that was still down the street from Nick. Although I heard that he had moved out now. I didn't ask him or Momma J, feeling it was no longer any of my business.

The only person I still had any real contact with was Demi. She had been. Through a fair amount on her own lately. But she was home and healing and I was grateful for it. I spent most of my free time with her now, opting for movie nights or meals instead of the club scene we had hit in South America. I spent a considerable amount of time with her in Chicago while she was in therapy. The city brought back some less than pleasant memories but supporting my friend was more important. I found some irony that we ended up back where all the problems started.

I didn't hear Darren walk up behind me and jumped when he placed his had on my lower back. I turned towards him as he asked if I was OK.

"Get me out of here and get me drunk", was my reply. He smiled, shook his head and walked away. I debated slumping my head on the table and attempting to sleep but I wasn't really sure it would be dignified enough for a party such as this. I suddenly missed my friends acutely. Not my Hollywood ones. My back home friends. The ones who would take the piss, hand me another drink and tell me to man up, instead of letting me sink further into this pity party I had begun for myself. I was the one who broke up with him, I reminded myself.

I got up from the table and decided enough was enough for one night. I was going to go get my coat and leave. I'd rather be curled up in bed feeling sorry for myself than sit here watching them. I squeezed myself out from the table, turned and walked straight into Darren. "You ready to go?", he asked, handing me my coat.

"Where are we going?", I said confused, turning around as he helped my into my coat.

"To get you drunk", he smiled.