Here's the next part. Sorry I can't really stay to chat I'm just really tired.

The U.S. women's soccer team did it! They got gold! YES!


"Love is a verb. Love is doing, saying, showing. Never think just saying you love someone is enough."

- Unknown

Andy stretches, standing on the sand in her bathing suit after finally getting here. She has a ball at her feet and a grin on her face. She warmed up her muscled, getting ready to go against Hikaru and Mori in a game. She smiles over at Kaoru, giving him thumbs up.

Even thought it was beach volleyball, she was still competitive. She wanted to win. She went over to Kaoru nodding, "Serve to Hikaru. If we serve him, he'll have to be the one who takes the chance in spiking, and not Mori Sempi. Can you jump high?"

"Not at all," He says.

"So I'll be blocking. They'll probably serve to you, so you have to make your shots count!"

"This isn't the Olympics, Andy!"

"Every game is the Olympics," She says, throwing a fist into the air.

"You're being over dramatic, Sweetie," Melissa Val says, laughing at her daughter. Her, Mrs. Hitachiin and the rest of the hosts were on a deck that was raised seven feet above them, giving them the perfect view of the game.

"No, I'm being an athlete," Andy says, nodding. "Ready?"

"I hope so," Kaoru mutters.

Mori and Kaoru have the first serve, and as she predicted, it went to Kaoru. The game was pretty even. In the end, Andy and Kaoru lost. Mori's tall stature caused him to block a lot of their hits.

Andy sat next to Kyoya, pouting. "I hate to lose," she says.

He simply smirks at her, giving her a bottle of water.

"You knew we were going to lose, didn't you?"

"Yes. You should stick to soccer."

"At least with that game I don't lose very often," She mutters, frowning to herself.

Melissa Val smiles at her daughter, "Want to go with me to get coffee?"

Andy stands, following her mother into one of the beach houses. When the two first arrived, they paused at the size of the house. When they went in, the mother and daughter went around the one the teens will be staying in, marveling at the luxury of it all. The two even had a pillow fight in Andy's room before they all came outside, ending in laughter.

Melissa Val is exactly like the way before her father passed away. To have her back makes Andy want to cry of joy daily.

Andy opens the pantry, looking in. She smiles, "Is that caramel hot chocolate?"

"It's a little hot for hot chocolate, isn't it?"

"When there is caramel involved, it's never too hot," Andy says, getting the box. The door opens and Andy smiles, looking up at Kyoya.

"I would ask if you wanted some and be polite, but I already know the answer is 'no'," Andy says, throwing the box to the counter, "Oh, marshmallows!"

Melissa Val laughs, "You're such a kid."

"Say the women who had a pillow fight with me," She says, giving Kyoya a hug before going over and looking for mugs.

"To your right," Kyoya says, sitting down on a stool at the bar.

"Thanks," She says, opening the cabinet.

Kyoya watches as the two Val's laugh, joking with one another. He can see the love that they both held for one another. He remembers his mother, remembering the times like these, which were just as rare as theirs.

Just by watching them, Kyoya can see that Andy held no ill thoughts about her mother and her actions in the past. He knew that Andy thought that her mother did what she did, use something to numb the pain and be a distraction. The pain of losing her father was still with Andy. Times where she wished he was there. He knew that the World Cup final was one of those moments. Other than that, Andy just carries the pride of being his daughter with her, and, because of that, he was there with her thought it all.

It's something Kyoya didn't understand. He preferred not to think of his mother at all. The pain of her leaving him so young was still there, because it felt as if Kyoya had no one who knew him. No one knew him as much as she did. For the longest time, he thought that no one will ever be able to do the same.

Until Adeline Val, that is.

When the limo crashed, and he saw the soccer ball, he wanted nothing more than to scream at her. To make her suffer and sue her for all she was worth… until he saw her, crying and frantic. Normally, something like that wouldn't have bothered him at all. Heartless, perhaps. This time, it did. He didn't understand why, but he, to this day, is thankful that he didn't completely rip her apart.

He wasn't the type of person who would just say things like 'she's my soul mate and were meant to be'… but his life did change when he met her. For the better, he knew that for sure.

Andy takes a cup out the microwave, grinning like a fool. She walks over, setting it on the bar next to him, and takes the seat to his right. She smiles at him, taking a sip. "So good," She says, "I'm already exhausted."

"You could take a nap," He suggests, glancing at her.

"I don't know…"

"You've been though a lot today. First all of the… emotional trauma from this morning, then you and your mother bouncing off the walls in a pillow fight-"

"That woman has a wicked swing," Andy says, nodding.

"Then play a game where Mori Sempi had you running circles for about 15 sets, most people would have passed out by now," Kyoya continues.

"But I really should work on-"

"No."

"But I-"

"You're on vacation. The best thing for you to do is relax and get reenergized."

Andy pouts, "But… a day without soccer just feels incomplete to me."

"Then watch a game on the television."

"There is a Manchester United game on tonight that I wanted to watch," Andy says, taking a huge gulp.

"Then take a nap, and I'll wake you so you can see it," he says, giving her a kiss on her forehead." After all, there is a theater room."

"Theater room? Alright, fine," she says, rolling her eyes, "I'll just put this into the fridge and eat it with ice cream later," she says about the hot chocolate, hopping off the stool.


"Come on ref! THAT WAS A TOTAL RED CARD," Andy yells at the T.V. To her surprise, all of the hosts joined her in watching the game.

Honey looks at Mori, "She's scary!"

"Come on! Go! Cross the damn ball! YES," she yells, holding her arms at her sides in anticipation.

"I don't understand what is going on," Hikaru says.

"NO! Why did you have to kick it right at the keeper! God, I hope the player gets him off the pitch," Andy complains, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Is she always like this when she watches a game," Kaoru asks, looking at Kyoya.

"I tend to try and avoid her during these, since she lapses into momentarily insanity," He says.

"I'd punch you if you were not you right now," she says, "Go! GO!" The leans forward, as the ball is kicked into the goal. She jumps up from her seat, "FUCK YES! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!"

"Auntie is insane," Tamaki says, cowering away from her.

Haruhi points to the T.V., "Um… that flag was held out…"

"What," Andy says, stopping mid celebration, "No! UGH! It's was onside, dammit!"

"No it was not," Kyoya says.

"You're asking for a beating," Andy says, slumping back into her seat. "The defender went back to talk to the Goal keeper, because I believe the Keeper wanted to bitch him out for not doing his job. He saw the ball coming, and right as it was past, the striker was still onside, but a half a second later, he was behind the defender. It's on side. I know what I'm talking about." She stands, "I'm going to go get some water. Tell me if someone scores."

Andy walks into the kitches, seeing the sun just barely over the water as she gets a glass. She looks over to see where her hand was going. Picking up the glass, she feels something crawl against her hand. Andy shrieks, throwing the glass in the air and shaking her hand. Faintly, she hears the sound of someone walk into the room, but she didn't care at the moment. The glass breaks against the ground, and the spider falls from her hand, into the pile of glass.

What happened next was not one of Andy's proudest moments. Out of panic, Andy sees the spider, and slammed her foot down on it. "OW," she screams, watching blood drip from her foot onto the floor.

"You have got to be the most ignorant person on the face of this planet," Kyoya says, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"But it would have bitten me," Andy says, pouting.

He shakes his head, "I'll go get the first aid kit."

Andy nods, hopping up onto the counter. She gets a paper towel and holds it close to her foot, so that blood doesn't get everywhere.

A few seconds later, Tamaki peeks his head out the door, "What happened?!"

"I fought off a genetically altered spider from going in and infecting you all. You're welcome you guys are not zombies now," Andy says, not looking over at him.

"Thank you for saving us all," Tamaki says, running over and hugging her.

"She dropped a glass, flicked the spider off her, and then even thought it landed in the glass, she stomped on it," Kyoya said loudly as he came back in.

"That was stupid," Hikaru says loudly from the theater room.

"Shut it before I shut it for you," Andy yells back, hopping off the counter, hoping on one foot into the bathroom, with Kyoya following her. She sat down on the toilet seat after closing the lid, pouting to herself.

"Let me see your foot," He says, sitting on the ground.

She lifts it towards him, "I just panicked."

"I know you did," He says, "You have glass in for foot still. Some shards even stabbed up into it."

"From my point of view, ALL of the shards stabbed up into my foot."

He glares at her, "Adeline."

"Sorry," she mumbles.

Kyoya gets the tweezers from the case, started to take bloody shards of glass out her foot and putting them in the small trash can. "You have to learn to think before you do."

"But I never do that. I always do what my gut tells me."

"It told you to stomp on glass?"

"No, you ass, it told me to kill the damn eight legged freak."

"You are the most destructive person I've ever met," He says, a small smile on his face.

"My father was worse," she says, grinning. "He broke his leg and still played the last 30 minutes of a match."

"If you ever try that, I will go out there and drag you off the field myself," He says, getting the last shards out.

Andy shrugs, rolling her eyes, "I'd love to see you try."

"With a broken leg, you really think you could put up much of a fight?"

"You would have to break both of my legs to even stand a chance," Andy says, a small smug look on her face.

He doesn't reply, instead, he pours rubbing alcohol on her foot.

"Fuck!"

"That's hardly appropriate giving your situation," He says, rubbing her foot with a paper towel.

Andy wanted to slap the smirk he got after he saw her blushing.

"Do you have any Kinesio tape," He asks, looking up at her.

"In my bag, the one I carry with me. It's still in the kitchen," She says, trying to fight her blush.

It only took him a few seconds to find. He was back in the room. He wrapped gauze on her foot, then taping it with the black Kinesio tape. "Off the field, you need to think more about what you do," He says.

"I'll try," Andy says, mumbling.

He helps her to her feet. Andy winces at the pain before hugging Kyoya. "Thank you."

"You're going to give me a heart attack," He says.

Andy gives him a small kiss, "Life isn't worth living without having a few of those, because then it means you didn't live your life full enough."

He pulls her to him, giving her a deeper, longing kiss.

"GOAL," Voices come from the other room.

Andy smiles at Kyoya. Sure, she missed a goal, but she'd miss a lot for him… as long as it wasn't when she was playing, that is.