SEQUEL! YAY!

So, Andy and Kyoya's relationship will be bumpy for a bit. As I wrote the first part, I listened to the song 'The Lonely' by Christina Perri. I recommend it. I'm also working on something special to say 'I'm Sorry' for killing your heart and feels. I'll probably post it on my Tumblr. Trust me, would won't want to miss it when it does happen ;D

Thank you all for staying with me!

I disclaim all that isn't mine! If someone would like to use my character in anything, just ask! Andy belongs to me.

"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together then it does to fall apart." ― Suzanne Collins

The worst moment was after her mother died, and the fight with Kyoya, she went back to her room. She had teammates try to stop and talk to her, but she couldn't bare to talk about any of it. Andy closed the door behind her, shutting it softly as she moved and laid on her side. The worst kind of crying is the silent one. The one where you cry silently to yourself at night and no one knows of. The kind where you want so badly to scream, but your throat tightens and you just can't make any noise. Her tears felt hot against her cool skin as she stared off into nothing. Her eyes not focused on anything. As she closes her eyes, her dreams attacked her. She imagined herself on the ground, and all around her were pieces of what was red glitter. In reality, it was fragments of her heart. They were too small to put back together... she watched herself try. Her fingers kept getting cut, and watched as no matter ho hard she tried, she couldn't get it back to what it use to be.

After the last few things she had to do in London, she left before the closing ceremony. She was along on a plane, her feet pulled up to her chest as she watched clouds sail by. After a few more days of preparation it was finally time for that day.

She didn't know how long she stood there, looking at the ground. Her hand was around the key necklace, clutching it so tightly. It's funny how fate works like that. Jill gave her the necklace, telling her that she felt like she'd need the message of it... how things like that work, it's like fate.

Andy sat down, not caring if the grass would ruin her black pants. She looked at the grave, which was next to her father's. She saw her mother's name on the stone. She's refused to cry in front of everyone there. She's been dodging people all day, especially any of the Hosts. Andy just couldn't bring herself to see any of them... to speak to any of them. She could barely even be in the same room as them.

After she left Kyoya standing out there, she went and cried, and did the last few things that, under contract, she had to do, not that her heart was into it. The hot summer heat was beating down at her as she remembers how guilty she felt leaving him outside like that. If she could, she would have never left. Her pride won't let her admit that aloud. Her heart hurt just as much it did when it was first sad... every day, she felt that pain. Everyday, what he said to her echoed in her ears.

She knew that she'd have to see him sooner or later, and talk about this. She wanted to, her mind, but her heart hurt... and she still loved him. Something like this won't change that. Andy tried to busy herself with emptying out the Japan apartment, getting ready for college. Turns out, her grandfather on her dad's side would send some money for Andy every birthday and holiday, and it was locked away. She's never even met this man, but he's provided her with enough money to get an apartment for college. She already has everything she could need for one, but now, it's a lot smaller. One room, one bathroom, one living room, one kitchen... it was all she needed. Andy made a mental note to find him, and thank him.

Letting out a shaky breath, she stands. "I love you both... I'm glad you're back together," she says before turning the entrance of the graveyard, she sees a flash of blonde hair. Walking over, she attempts to walk past, but Tamaki gently grabbed her arm, stopping her. She could have ripped her arm out of his grasp, over power him and run... but honestly, part of her wanted to hear what he had to say, and the other didn't particularly care anymore.

"I'm sorry," He says, his voice soft... like the way someone would speak to a child.

She looked up at him, her heart aching to ask about Kyoya, but her lips just wouldn't form the words. "She's with Dad now... don't be sorry for that."

"I'm not," He says, letting go of her arm, "I'm sorry for you... for having to go thought this alone. For not being the friend you needed..."

"Kyoya needed you more," She says, her voice cracking a bit.

He smiles sadly, "I'm not going to try to tell you what to do about that. You've been though a lot, and you need time to heal. But... Andy... if it takes a few weeks or even years, He'd wait for you... he is waiting for you."

"Waiting does nothing," Andy says, her words harsher than she meant.

"But in coming after you, you would have just pushed him away even farther," He says, motioning her to follow him. "Come on, you're going to dinner with me, you look like you haven't eaten since that day."

Andy freezes, looking at him.

"Kyoya won't be there. Haruhi won't be there either. I couldn't trick you like that," He says, smiling at her.

Andy follows in silence. Her home town buzzing around her as she was lead by Tamaki. Finally, he pulled her into a diner, and they took a seat in the booth at the far end.

"How have you been," He asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

Andy shakes her head, "I'm fine."

"No," He says, "You're not. If you were you'd be heartless, with the circumstances."

A waitress walks up, "So, what can I get you two to drink?"

"Sweet tea," Andy says, with Tamaki ordering the same.

"I've heard stories that the tea here in the 'South' is different that the tea we drink," He says.

"It's iced."

"Really?"

"Yes," Andy says, glazing over the foods available.

Tamaki smiles, looking over the menu. "Would you like to know how Kyoya has been?"

Andy closed her eyes. Her mind was telling her no, that it would just hurt... but the fragments of her heart were screaming yes and, in the end, that overpowered everything. Her love for him would never leave, and she knows that... she needed to know how he was. "Yes."

He flips a page, and keeps looking though the items of food, "He's... rarely spoken. Honestly, he went back to being just like how he was when I first met him... only worse. When he does speak, it's either something mean, or emotionless. He's not meaning to do it, but he doesn't know what else to do, because he's never given his whole heart into anything... and he did for you... and it's broken. A broken heart is worse than anything, especially to Kyoya. He won't admit it, but he doesn't know what do to with himself. You understand that feeling."

"What he said-"

"I know," Tamaki says, looking up, "I'm not making excuses for him. What he said was wrong. I didn't have to tell him that, since he told me. That night... that night was the last time I saw him show genuine emotions. I've never seen him so sad. For whatever it's worth, I know he didn't mean what he said... and you know it, deep down."

Andy looks up from her menu, "But that doesn't stop it from hurting!"

"It doesn't."

"I told him... I told him I didn't believe in love for a long time," She says, frowning. "I thought it was just some bullshit people just throw themselves into. I thought everyone who did it was an idiot because they all got their hearts broken, and they got used and rejected... I didn't want that. Then I had to met the two of you in that office. Of all the fucking people in the world, it was the two of you. Kyoya honestly changed that belief I had. I told him that." Andy pauses as the waitress comes back, setting down two drinks.

"What can I get y'all to eat?"

Tamaki gives her a slightly confused look, "A grilled cheese?"

"Bread and cheese," Andy says, "And I'd like just a plate of french fries please."

As she walks away with their order, Tamaki looks at her, "Y'all?"

"It's Southern slang. It means 'you all'."

"Fascinating," He says, smiling.

"I've never been so hurt in my life," Andy admits, "And I've been used... thrown away... forgotten about..."

"Neither has he," Tamaki said, "You said some horrible things too. He's hurt you badly, and that is easily seen, but you did the exact same thing to him."

Andy paused, not speaking. Her mind went over that moment. She remembered everything she said... Andy filched at her own words... they were harsh, and mean and just as cruel. "Tamaki," She says, "Will you just tell me what to do about all this?"

"No," He says, "You have to figure that out on your own. I'm sorry."

Andy signs, taking a sip of her tea.

"I can tell you my opinion, though."

"Go on."

"I think you and Kyoya need to talk with one another, face to face, alone. You both need to try and sort this out. I won't lie to you... there is a possibility it won't work out... but you'll never know unless you try."

Andy sits there in silence, thinking over the words he's said. "I have to move in my apartment, and attend this 'welcome' thing... after I have a week before classes and soccer stuff. I'll be in Boston for some talks of possibly playing the the professional soccer league there after college, since I'll only be in school for two seasons... but anyways... I suppose I'd ask you that if he wants to try and work this out, to meet me at Caffe Paradiso."

Tamaki smiles, "Alright."

After their food, Andy went back to her apartment and got the furniture moved in. She left the walls bare and just set up her bed before looking at the ceiling, hoping that she didn't just make a big mistake...

She wanted to see him... but she didn't. She missed him, and his smile and hugs and their conversations and witty banter... She missed having someone there to tell her good luck, to tell her how special she is. She even missed him telling her she's beautiful, even if she didn't think so. She missed everything about him... and yet, her heart still hurts at the thought of him.

Freshman orientation went well, as did the first meeting with the coach. Andy got a few weird looks from the other players. Some looks of aw, some of... mixed feelings. Andy wasn't effected by any of it.

"Everyone where will have to earn their place on this team," head coach Anson Dorrance says. "Just because you were your high schools top goalkeeper, or had the most goals of the season, or are even on the national team, doesn't mean you'll automatically get a starting position."

Andy nods, because that's the way it's suppose to be.

He then, took his clipboard, and started to give away numbers. Then, when he got to number 21, he just grinned, "Andy."

Smiling, Andy nods, "Thank you."

"My condolences," He says, giving her a small look of understanding.

She didn't know what to reply to that, so she just remind silent as the rest of the numbers were given out. Practices started in two weeks, after the first few days of practice. Though their first games were not for a while.

"Um... coach?"

He looks over at her, "Val?"

"Victory tour games... is that going to be a problem? I could just stay here, if it is."

"I'm not going to make you stay here," He says, "You accomplished something amazing with your teammates, you all should celebrate. It won't be a problem. Just be prepared to earn your spot each time after you've been away."

"Yes, sir," She says, "Thank you."

Andy turns, and walked out the door.

It seemed like everything flew past her as she went to Boston. A new women's professional league was starting. Andy attended a meeting, and was asked about playing on that team when the time come for her. She said she wasn't closed to any teams, so if they wanted her, they could have her. Part of her didn't want to play for the Atlanta Beat... she didn't really want to go there anymore. Her heart couldn't take it. So, she signed for a three season contract that, after her collegiate career, she'd play for the WPSL, and she'd be picked thought the draft system.

Professional soccer... the career of her dreams... and yet, Andy couldn't bring herself to be happy. She checked her phone, seeing numerous text messages from teammates. Hope texted her once, telling her 'It hurts, but you'll get thought this'.

As she walked closer and closer to Caffe Paradiso, her heart started to warm and sink at the same time. She arrived early, so she went and ordered some two cups of coffee. One Cappuccino, and one just straight black. She took off her hoodie, waiting. Nervousness and excitement built up in her. She watched out the window as she sat far from the door. People passed by, all wearing coats and gloves. IT was a cold snap, in the middle of summer, but apparently, that was normal here. She heard the bell above the door ringing as she kept sitting there, watching everyone. She knew it was him, and she looked over just as he sat down.

All the pain in her heart magnified, as did the longing and the need to hug him, and be with him.

"Hey,"Andy says, gently pushing the black coffee over to him as she took a sip of her own.

"Hello," He says. His eyes looking at her. She looked like she was fine, but the second he saw her eyes, he could tell it was like her whole world crashed down... she was a lost little kid who didn't know what to do. She noticed he looked like when they first met. His walls were up, and it was difficult to see how he truly was feeling. She knew, though, he wasn't alright.

There was a brief moment of awkwardness. It terrified Andy, so she just let out an exasperated sigh, "So... I've just... I've got to say it." She stared at him, "I'm sorry."

He gave her a puzzled look, "Why?"

Andy smiled a bit, "You really don't know what?"

"Not at all," He says taking a drink. After, he looked out the window. "I was the one that lied. I was the one who said that."

"But just because you lied, and just because my mother had just passed away didn't excuse my actions," Andy says, "I treated you so badly..."

He smiles sadly to himself, "You did... but, I could never hold it against you."

"But you need to," Andy says, "I need to be responsible for what I said... and it was wrong."

He looked at her, "After that happened... I honestly wondered how you could do that... say those things. But I understood, because I did the same. I spoke out of anger, just as you did. We were both wrong in this."

Andy nods, "Kyoya... I'm willing to try again... for us to try again. If that's what you want."

He looked at he for a while. He honestly didn't exactly that. He never thought she'd want to try again, to work things out. There was not doubt in his mind that he wanted to try again. "Why?"

Andy smiled, "Because, you idiot, I love you, and I forgive you... it'll take some time, for this heart to heal from what you said... but I love you more than I could ever be angry at you, and nothing is ever going to change that."

Kyoya nodded, "I want to try this again too."

"So," Andy says, "I guess that leaves us with this." She left up her right hand, her pinky out, "I promise that I'll try to work on my anger, if you promise to work on yours too."

Even if it was a childish and silly thing to do, he couldn't help but doing it. His little finger curled around hers as she smiled, "I promise."

Andy removed her finger from his, taking another sip of her drink.

"How did you forgive me?" He asked, "I wouldn't have..."

Andy looked him in the eyes, "For what my Mom did? Because I guess it was for my best interest. Because you kept it from me? You wanted to help her, and me. For what you said?" She stops, looking down at her own hands, "Because, honestly, I've forgiven you since the moment you said it."

Kyoya was shocked at that. He'd done the same for her, as well, but if it was anyone else but her, he'd never forgive them. Before he even met her, he wouldn't have forgiven any of it at all. He'd hold it against that person for the rest of their life... but not her.

Andy smiled, as they sat there and spoke like they use to. Andy could feel the pieces of her heart come together, little by little and one by one, each piece starting to fall into it's place. It wasn't fixed, and there was still a bit of tension in the air, but his could be saved. It was like before the final even happened, how they could just speak with one anther about everything. They spoke about Andy's college and Kyoya's schooling, and even about what Andy's grandfather did for her. Kyoya even told Andy that Fuyumi just told him that her and her husband were going to be having their first child soon. Andy immanently took his phone and congratulated her, wishing her the best of health. Andy was thankful that Fuyumi didn't asked about them, and how their relationship was. She probably knew it wasn't the time. As the hours went by and the people slowly started to leave, soon they were told that the cafe was closing Andy looked at the clock and saw it said two in the morning. Grabbing their coats, they left out the door, the cold air hitting them like bricks. They both turned the same way, and their footsteps echoed around them.

"I have a favor to ask," Andy says, as they walk along the almost deserted street.

He looks over at her, "Yes."

"I need you to tell me you'd do it before I ask."

"This isn't a ploy or a trick, is it?"

"No," she says, "I'm not clever enough to trick you. The only times I do it's because you made a mistake."

"I'll do it."

Andy reached into her pocket, and pulls out a large metal disk. She ran her hand down the purple ribbon, looking at the engravings. She thrusts the gold medal into his hands, looking up at him as she stopped walking. "I... I can't stand looking at this right now... I just can't have it... It reminds me of her... of Mom." She placed it into his hands, letting it go slowly. They felt like she remembered, his hands. The touch was light, but it was enough to send memories flying in her brain. Urges to hug him, to hold him, to kiss him were hard for her to fight off, but she did. Her heart wanted it, but her mind told her not to.

"I'll hold on to it," He says, looking at it. It was the first time he ever stopped to look at it. It was heaver that he thought it would be. The fact that she was trusting him with it... something that she worked so hard to get... he took it at a sign. A sign that she was willing to put it all in again, to trust him again... that meant more to him that he could ever explain. "Isn't there a case for this?"

"I lost it," Andy says.

He shakes his head at her as he put it into his pocket, "It'll be safe with me."

Andy smiled, and turned to go down a different street. They were at where his housing was. "I... I suppose I'll see you."

He nods. As she turns and walks away, Kyoya looked at her. "Adeline!"

She turned back around, "What?" Her heart fluttered at her name, and the way he said it. Her heart hammering in her chest as she had to fight from running back to him.

"You look beautiful tonight."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. There was no movement around them as they stared at one another. Everything she missed about him just hit her. Him saying that to her, like he always did... Andy just completely gave in. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't fight the love and passion she felt anymore. The weeks of not seeing him, or not talking with him, or not kissing him have all caught up to her now. She refused to fight it anymore. She ran back over to him, her arms holding the front of his coat as her lips collided with his. Her brain was telling her to stop, but she ignored it. She needed him, and his kisses and hugs and touches. All the days without him seemed to blur together, and she everyday, she missed him. She was lonely without him.

Kyoya's arms went around her, holding her close as he kissed her back. He didn't care if they were outside, or if someone could see. He needed her. He needed to kiss her, to show her he loved her. All of their pain, hurt, love and passion went into the kiss. They knew it would take some time to fix it all, and to fully trust one another again... but the physical need didn't care about that.

As they parted, Kyoya placed a kiss on her forehead.

Andy knew, at that moment, if they both work at it, this can be fixed... and that it was more than worth it to try. After a few moments of staying like that, they parted their ways. Andy back to North Carolina the next day. Knowing the distance between them... both of them didn't like it. They knew it would be harder to fix this while their apart. To not see one another everyday...

Kyoya walked into his room, looking up and seeing a very tired Tamaki and Haruhi waiting for him. Kyoya knew the two of them would be there, it was no surprise.

"How was she," Haruhi asked, leaning against the back of the couch.

"She looks... ok," He says, starting to take off his coat.

"Have you both... talked," Tamaki asked.

"No, we stood there staring at one another the entire time," He replies, the sarcasm rolling off his tongue before he could stop it.

Haruhi smiles, "You've both decided to work on it, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Good," Haruhi says, "You've been miserable without her."

Kyoya doesn't reply to that as he carries his coat to his room, "Goodnight."

"I suppose that means I should leave," Haruhi says, turning and going back to her dorm.

"Bye Haruhi" Tamaki yells as Kyoya shut his door. He hands up his coat, taking the medal out of the pocket. The cool metal was shining in the light of his room as she opens the drawer of his bedside table, placing it in there to keep it safe.

Today was a good day... better than the last ones. As he and Andy laid down to sleep, their thoughts drifted back to their encounter that day... and to their kiss. It was like, for a moment, it didn't happen... her mother dying and their fight. For a moment, they were their old selves, just living in a moment and stealing another kiss.

Moments like that are the ones worth living for.

"I can't promise you a perfect relationship, but what I can promise you is that as long as we're trying, I'm staying." - Unknown