Hey y'allllllll. :D How's it hangin'? This is the brand-spankin'-new sequel to Don't Forget. I hope you enjoy it!

Boarding this plane, leaving this life and entering a new—yet old—one, is frightening but exciting at the same time. The last time I was around a plane... well, let's just say that it wasn't my most fond memory. It was the worst day of my life.

Now, here I am, four years later, twenty-one years young, and going back to what I left. To my past. To my—now—future. I'm prepared though. If I see her, I see her. I won't get these feelings rushing back because I'm over it. And she's over it, hopefully. It was a phase in my life that I won't return to. I mustn't return to. She held a piece of my heart. Granted the piece was very large, (practically the whole thing) I'm over it.

I'm going back to live my life the way I need to live it. Get a job. Having graduated college early, I need something to preoccupy myself with. I need to see my mom too. Only seeing her on select holidays isn't quite enough. I miss her; we were close.

So I sit in my uncomfortable plane-seat, and I wait for the flight to end.

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"Hey, Mom!" I yell excitedly, throwing my arms around her.

"Hey, Sweetie!" She says, hugging back tightly. "Let's get your luggage and get this show on the road so we can get home and just chill." I smile when she makes wild gestures with her hands as she says 'chill'. Oh, Mother, how I've missed you and your craziness.

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It's about a half an hour drive home, but I don't mind. My mom normally fills the silence and makes the ride interesting. She'll tell me all the fun times I missed, trying to catch me up on all the latest gossip floating around the city. "Oh! And, Karen! Poor girl. It's a shame, her best friend got her hooked on drugs. She was on an episode of... Damn. What's that show called? Interception? Inter—"

"Intervention?" I suggest.

"Yes! That's it. She was on Intervention. So sad. She's in a rehabilitation center as we speak." To be quite honest, I have no clue who the hell Karen is. There's really only one person I'm anxious to see. But not because I still love her. Just... I want to see how she held up. How she's doing. Don't get me wrong, I've seen and heard her interviews, and I've seen her on T.V., but I want to see her in person.

"So how's...Mitchie been doing?" I ask hesitantly.

"You lasted longer than I thought you were going to. I thought you'd start spewing out questions about her as soon as you saw me!" My mom chuckles and I just look out the window, slightly embarrassed. "Oh, Honey! Are you blushing? I knew you still loved her!"

I whip my head around, meeting her eyes, "I do not love her anymore, Mother! That was just a phase! How many times do I have to tell you?"

She looks hurt, and for a second, I contemplate apologizing, but she regains her composure. "She's fine. She still comes over often. We have dinner every week and we'll normally watch a movie afterwards. She's got a boyfriend too. Henley is the boy's name. He's so very sweet to her. I've invited him over a few times—"

I interrupt without thinking, "You let him in our house?" She looks skeptically at me before continuing.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?"

"Nope. That's perfectly fine." I say curtly. I wait a few minutes before asking the question that I'm itching to know the answer to, "How long have they been dating?" Apart of me wants to know, but the other part, not so much.

"Three and a half years, I think? Yeah. That seems right."

That's when my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. She didn't even think twice about a new relationship. Six months. I had been gone for only six months and she just jumped into a relationship. So much for not forgetting.

So that's Chapter One, everybody. It's just kind of a little snippet. I hope you liked it! There will be more soon. Probably this weekend... Leave your thoughts!