A?N: Hey guys! I'm back, with Chapter Two of "Never Forget You". Anyways, I would like to thank the people that favorited my story and reviewing it, it means a lot to me. Sorry if it's too short for you. I am just under a lot of stress (so only a bit of inspiration left in my system) from class and problems. :D

JESSICA
18:07
MIKE'S HOUSE

"Okay Jess. You can do this. You're still the sexy kitten that everyone wants, and you didn't break down. Yet. Let's do this!" I muttered, pumping my fist up the air and jumping slightly. I curled my hand and positioned it on the door, ready to knock, only for me to retreat. Ugh, what is wrong with me?!
"What the fuck Jess. When did you become this nervous?" Confident me said.
"Um, when you almost had sex with Mike?" I shook my head. That…was so embarrassing. After a few persuasions and deep breathing, I finally knocked at the timber door in front of me. After waiting for like, five minutes, I began to panic. Is he mad at me? Do I remind him of what happened before? Is this even his house? I stepped back and looked at the number: 308. It's correct, so what's wrong? Then something clicked. What am I gonna say? Seriously Jess. You spent half an hour convincing yourself to knock on the door, and yet you have nothing to say?

"Jess?" a gruff voice croaked. I looked up, and there he is. I involuntarily smiled. He's still the same old Michael that I knew, except, judging by his disheveled hair and eyes that hold so much emotions, he looks a bit guilty and tired. I threw my arms around him, not caring if he's sweaty for whatever reason.

"Woah, calm down there, buddy." I backed away, looking at him with accusation.

"Since when did we become just 'buddies'?" I remarked, quoting the word "buddies". He opened his mouth, only to close it again and sighed. I bursted out giggling. He's just so cute!

"I'm just kidding, Monroe." I punched his shoulder, while he shook his head smiling. There. That's better.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, with his deep, mesmerizing voice.

"Nothing." I breathed out, the corners of my mouth pulled up more.

:O…kay?"

"Can I come in?" I asked giddily, gesturing to their surprisingly normal, house. What? It's not common for a man named Michael Monroe, who is the class president and heartthrob living in a medium sized house.

"Sure." I stepped in, the floorboards creaking, and the light from their windows shining through me. I slowly navigate myself towards the living room, which only had two couches, a TV, bookshelves, and a coffee table. Oh, and long, beige curtains covering each window.

"You sure hate light, Mr. Dracula." I commented playfully, slipping on their pastel couch and crossing my legs.

"Maybe." He plopped down next to me, sighing for probably the nth time.

"So…what's going on?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows slightly out of surprise, and gulped. Here it goes.

"I just want to…thank you. For coming back, for putting so much effort, and—"

"Is this the part where I say 'no thank you' and blush like a tomato?" He questioned, his expression bored. I chuckled and crossed my arms, my head on his shoulder.

"Your shoulder feels like a boulder." I sat up and pointed at him.

"Hey! Shoulder, boulder. It rhymes!"

"Congrats." He squealed like a teenage girl while I chortled. I probably don't know why I genuinely laugh too much today, but I sure as heck know that I want to keep doing it.

CHRIS
20:19
SAM'S HOUSE

A shrill scream echoed in the room while me and Sam just sat on the couch, drinking to alcohol…the drink, not the medicinal one.

"Heeere's Johnny!" Jack shouted, his face morphed terrifyingly, but it clearly didn't affect me nor did it to Sam. We saw this like, a hundred times, with the group of course. We didn't, this time. Everyone has their own reasons: Jessica has to visit someone, Mike and Em didn't answer their phones, and Ashley said she's "sick". Well, she was totally down for it, until Sam mentioned me coming along. I don't blame her. I just pointed a fucking gun on the girl I like so I can save myself. Who would go near me, if that was the case?

"Chris!"

"Huh? What?" I snapped out of my thoughts, and look at Sam, who just shook her head and downed another glass.

"I said get the door." My eyebrows are pulled downwards.

"How about you? Why can't you get the door?"

"Because I'm…getting food and more drinks, so hurry along! She might be freezing out there." Sam shouted, going to the kitchen. Did I forget to mention that it's still winter? And Sam said it's a 'she'. A name instantly popped in my head, but I shrugged it off. It could be anyone.

"Hey."

I was wrong.

MIKE
22:10
MIKE'S HOUSE

"And after that, the keg goes KABOOM!" Jess narrated, making an explosion sound with her hands. I shook my head and took another shot of the white wine. I really like Jessica laughing and communicating with me (even though I failed her), but, when she's "flirting", I just find it annoying. I don't know what's wrong with me! The spark is just not…there (although the comfort and gratitude is still there). I looked at my pocket, my phone hanging a bit out. I discreetly tapped the "fake phone call" while Jess is talking about how she skinny dipped with her neighbor's pool. I glanced at the phone. Shit, I pressed Instagram.

"Mike! Mike? Are you okay?" I peered at Jessica, her forehead creasing and her eyes flashed a worried expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Got dick stuck in the pocket." I laughed it off, but I can see through my peripheral vision that Jess is not buying it.

"Mike…" she began, sighing. A phone call immediately resounded in the lifeless house.

"Excuse me." I muttered, putting the phone up on my ear while walking towards the bathroom, which is under the creaky stairs. Closing the bathroom door, I peeked at the phone and saw the word "Unknown Number" flashed on the screen, with the title "Fake Phone Call" at the top of the image-less person. I sighed and called it down. What am I going to make an excuse for? Got phone stuck in the dick? Skateboards are now repaired and we can go skate now? No, not that Mike. NEVER remind her anything that leads to her remembering the mountain.

Well, as they always say, when in doubt, throw a party.

A/N: I PROMISE I WILL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER A BIT LONGER (if I have time). I'm really sorry guys, I just can't force inspiration to get in my body, you know? Don't forget to favorite, leave a review, follow, and comment in this piece of my imaginative mind. 3