I sighed as I packed the rest of Brayden’s things

and set the box to the side with all the others. I sat

down on his bed and for the thousandth time since

I convinced my mom to move back to Orlando

wondered if I had done the right thing. The past

five years were a complete blur and I wasn’t really

sure if going back to where it all started would be

better or worse. At first I thought if I went back I

could find closure and move on, but as I got closer

to moving back I was starting to feel more and

more apprehensive. What if I ran into him? What if

he recognized the resemblance between himself

and Brayden? But at the same time Orlando is a

huge city right? And his life has done a complete  

180 since the last time I saw him. He’s a famous

musician with a demanding career and I’m sure he

  doesn’t have a lot of down time to just hang out.

Plus who’s to say that if I did run into him that he  

would even notice me. Yeah, I would notice him, but

I’ve been following his career since my mom made

 me leave Orlando and move to my Grandmothers

in Washington. The funny thing was she wasn’t

punishing me for getting pregnant at thirteen, she

was protecting me. She never once made any

degrading comment or even got upset about the

situation. However, after seeing how upset I was

she decided that it would be best to move all the

way across the country so I didn’t have to face him

or anyone else that I knew. She gave me a fresh

start. She has been the most supportive and helpful

person a daughter could ever ask for. Then again

we’ve always been close since my dad died when I

was only five, so I shouldn’t really be surprised that

she was anything but supportive. Brayden’s my life

and I wouldn’t change it for the world, but it

definitely was not the ideal situation for anyone. I

mean when you’re thirteen and completely

infatuated with a guy all you think about is being

with them and not any of the consequences that

could follow. Brayden knew way more about his dad

than he had any idea and that was fine by me, I

didn’t want Brayden to know who his dad was. It

would bring to many questions that I didn’t want to

answer. Just then I was broke from my thoughts

“Momma, come quick Nsync’s on TV!” Brayden

excitedly exclaimed as he ran out the room and

back down the stairs again. I sighed as I followed

him downstairs to see what was going on now. Sure

enough there he was standing with the rest of the

guys on the set of TRL looking just as handsome as

ever. I gave a weak smile towards Brayden as I sat

down on the floor beside him to see what the latest

was in his life. After finishing up their tour a couple

weeks ago the guys all decided to head home to

Orlando and take a six month break to get back in

touch with reality. HA! I thought. Back in touch with

reality…I’m sure that’s what they’re all concerned

with. Well actually they probably are. Well at least

J.C. and Justin. I’ve known them since I was ten

years old and they are probably two of the most

down to earth people in the showbiz I’ve ever met

and I have a lot of respect for them for that.

However, I was not expecting them to be in Orlando

for any extended period of time. Especially right

when I was getting ready to move back down there.

This might not have been my best idea. I couldn’t

tell my mom I didn’t want to go now though

because I’d been bugging her for the last five

months since I graduated high school to let us

move back. Not to mention that everything was

packed and the last U-haul was on its way to grab

the beds and the last odd items of furniture that

were left around the house. Well at least I would

have a week to wrap my head around the idea of

possibly running into him as we were driving down

instead of flying. Just then my mom walked through

the house with the movers showing them the last of

what they needed to pack and I sighed as I stood

up to go put the last few boxes in the back of my

blazer. “Brayden you ready to go?” I asked walking

back into the empty house where Brayden was

sitting playing with his stuffed Elmo. “Yeah

momma.” Brayden said as he smiled up at me and

ran outside to the car. I gave him a faint smile as

he passed by then sighed as I looked around the

empty house one more time. Now or never I

thought as I walked outside. “I’ll meet you at the

hotel.” My mom smiled as she got into her car.

“Yeah.” I mumbled as I strapped Brayden into his

car seat then climbed into the driver’s seat.

“You ready?” I asked Brayden as I finished tying his

shoe and stood up. “We’ve got to get going

Grandma Deb is already in Orlando. It will only take

us about four more hours to get there.”

“Yay!”Brayden exclaimed jumping up and down. I

smiled at him as I ushered him out the door and

towards the car. “Momma can we listen to Nsync?

Please! Please!”Brayden asked bouncing up and

down in his car seat. I smiled at him through the

rear view mirror. “Sure.” I said as I popped the c.d.

in and the familiar sounds of Tearing up my Heart

filled the car. I smiled as Brayden bounced around

to the music and started to sing along with it. The

closer and closer we get to Orlando the more I

rethink my decision to want to move back here.

Brayden may only be four but he’s definitely smart.

He made the connection that we were moving to the

same place as Nsync when he heard they were

going to be in Orlando and has already asked if we

could go see them. I had to explain to him that I

didn’t know where they lived and that they didn’t

want to be bothered, but what if I do run into one of

them? Brayden will definitely recognize them. Not to

mention he looks so much like his dad anyone

could make the connection. I don’t know what I was

thinking by moving back here but the closer I get

the worse of a feeling I get about the whole

situation.