Hello! So here it is, after a long time! I'm so sorry it took this long. My grandmother is... her health isn't good, to be honest. I don't really want to get into it, but updates won't be as often, and I'm sorry. I'll try, I promise.

I've been thinking in my spare time about music and it seems as if there's so many songs that remind me of Andy. 'Hall of Fame' by The Script.

Thanks for sticking with this. I really appreciate it. I hope your lives are well and that everything is good for you all!

-Pen

P.S. If there's any mistakes, just tell me. I didn't have time to read though it, so if you spot anything, just tell me. Thank you in advance, I know theres a lot, most likely.

"You crave winning and fear losing instead of just doing. To succeed you must remove your self-imposed limitations." ― Wayne Gerard Trotman, Veterans of the Psychic Wars

"'Andy Val, a soccer superstar recently just put her entire life out for the public to see,'" Andy shrugs, reading an article from ESPN W. She held her phone to her ear as she continued to read, "'Everything from the deaths of her parents to even moments of her life she's most ashamed of, she's left nothing to the imagination.' Really? Nothing? Isn't that what they say when someone poses naked or something?"

"You knew this was coming, Adeline," Kyoya says from the other end. Andy can faintly hear him tap away on his keyboard. Knowing him, he was working on school work.

"Meh, most seems to be ok with it... only people that don't like what I've said are super overprotective mothers who are like 'MY CHILD CAN NOT HAVE THIS WOMAN AS HER ROLE MODEL ANYMORE,'" Andy screeches. "'HOW DARE SHE, A HUMAN, MAKE MISTAKES!'"

"Thank you for that headache," Kyoya says.

"You're welcome. Gotta have something remain a sense of normal, and giving you headaches was normal."

"No, Tamaki giving me headaches was normal... and it still is."

"Hey, you're the one who picked your best friend," Andy says.

"Sometimes it seems as if I made a poor choice," He says.

Andy laughs, knowing that deep down, he doesn't mean it.

"How is your leg?"

"Well, it's not broken anymore," Andy says, "I'm starting to run and get my strength back so that I'm ready for the playoffs."

"Training with the team?"

"Not the national team, but college, yeah. I'm ready."

"Good luck," He says.

Andy smiles. As they end their conversation, Andy was looking forward to the next month.

Andy stood, covered in sweat and dirt as she looked over at the referee. She was truly flabbergasted as she held up a card, the color red so bright, it seemed to burn Andy's eyes. As she watched as her teammates rushed around the ref, trying to plead her case, Andy just rolled her eyes. Before leaving the field Andy told the team that they should stop arguing with the ref before they got cards themselves.

Andy watches a replay of the incident Andy raised her leg about a foot off the ground. She was going to bring the ball down to her feet. Her eyes we're on the ball. In the reply, she watches as the Stanford player ran into her foot.

"Fuckin' bullshit," Andy mutters. It was a complete accident on her part. She can't control if the other player decided to run into her foot. At most, it was a yellow.

It was hard for Andy to sit on the sideline of the NCAA final, watching as she she felt helpless. She wanted to go out there, but she is to spend the next 50 or so minutes watching from the sidelines. She scored, bringing them up one before Stanford got level.

As if it wasn't already a nightmare, Andy watched as the championship trophy is lifted by another team as tears stream down her face. It wasn't the world cup, or the Olympics, but Andy goes into competitions always expecting the best of herself. It hurts, to lose anything, and since she's so competitive, Andy couldn't keep herself from letting the tears go.

As other awards are given out, Andy had to dry her eyes as she was given the one for 'Offensive Player of the NCAA Tournament'.

"Personal accolades... they don't really feel as if they mean something, to me, with out the championship. I can't look at myself and say 'hey, they gave you the best offensive player' award, so it must be true'. It's always, 'Well, I could have done better'," Andy says as the camera is in her face.

"How do you feel about the red card and hoe do you feel it effected the game?"

"I feel as if she hit me, and it was just an accident, and I hope she's ok. I've got plenty of knocks, and I know those bruises won't look too pretty in the morning. But I hope she's ok, and that there is no permanent damage. I thought it was yellow card worthy, but red? No, I don't agree. But the ref is the law and nothing can be done at this point. I felt that it changed the entire shift of the game. Playing a man down, it's rough, and Stanford got business done and that's why they're the champions."

After her shower, Andy sat on the sidelines of the Harvard Stadium where the final was taken place. She closes her eyes and feel backwards, laying down against the grass. As she stays there, she listens as she hears someone walking towards her. She opens her eyes, looking up at Kyoya who stood there, looking down at her.

"Fuckin'. Damn. Red card," Andy says.

"I know," He says, holding a hand out towards her.

Andy takes it, getting up. She hugs Kyoya, "I can help a team win a world cup. I can help a team win the Olympics. I can't even help a team win a damn college championship."

"They don't hold it against you," Kyoya says.

She pouts, "They should."

"Come on," He says.

"I want caramel," Andy says, "A whole pound."

"I don't think you can eat a whole pound, but you can have it if it'll make you happy," He says as they walk off the field.

"Don't test me, I just lost and I feel the need to prove myself," Andy warns.

Kyoya looked over at Andy, "You'd just make yourself sick."

Andy shrugs, "It would be worth it."

"You'd regret it later," He counters as they exit the stadium.

"You're right," She says, taking in a deep breath.

"Someone has to be here to make sure you're not doing anything too ignorant."

"Well, I never," Andy says, rolling her eyes. She smiled over at him before taking his hand in hers. As they walk out towards the dorms, she looks over at Kyoya. "Tamaki and Haruhi?"

"They went home to visit, since there's about a week off."

"Not you?"

"I couldn't just leave you alone, Adeline."

Andy smiles, "Afraid I'd do something too ignorant?"

"I didn't want you to experience a win or a loss like this alone," He says, giving her hand a bit of a squeeze.

Andy smiles sadly, "Thank you... I hate losing."

"I know," He says.

"Why, though? Compared to the world cup, this isn't... it's not as important."

"You hate it," He says as they turn a corner, "Because winning validates your talent, in your mind. Winning, to you, equates to making your father and your mother proud."

She stops, looking towards the ground.

Looking over, Kyoya places a hand on her shoulder.

Looking up at him, a tear slips down her face. She closes her eyes and says, "I'm ready to talk about it. About mom... dying."

Before he could say anything Andy begins to walk again. Soon they make it back to his room. Kyoya sits on the couch and looks up at her, and waits for her to talk.

"I'm angry," She says, as tears continue down.

"I know," He says. He doesn't push her in this. He knows that, especially for this, if you pressure her for information, she'll just shut off and not speak another word.

She takes a few steps to the left, pacing a pit as she spoke. "I'm angry that she left alone. I'm angry that it was hidden from me. And I'm angry that cancer even fucking exists. It's not fair, she made a mistake and it's just not fair."

Kyoya takes off this glasses and rubs his eyes. As he paces them back, she comes back into focus. Andy was standing there, her hair wet and her eyes red as tears kept coming. He hated that she was hurting, and he hates that he knew that there was nothing he could do to make it better. "Are you still angry at me?"

Andy nods, "Yes. I am... but I don't hold it against you anymore."

"Are you sure," He asks.

"Yes," Andy says, "I would have done the same thing... and I love you, Kyoya. I can't stay mad at you when you were just trying to protect me. But... I've got no Mom or Dad here anymore... the only grandfather I have is some where in New York and his idea of taking care of me is putting money in a bank and never giving a shit."

"I remember when I lost my Mom," Kyoya said. "I felt... alone."

"I don't feel alone. Just like ever since she left, I just couldn't handle people. That doesn't even make sense, does it?"

"It does. Even if it didn't, it wouldn't matter."

Andy wipes her eyes. She sits on the floor then, looking up at him, asks, "Did it hurt this much? Will it hurt this bad forever?"

He frowns, "It did. It still does. It just gets easier to deal with." Placing a hand on her shoulder, "You're strong, and you will get though this, but you have to let it hurt. You have to let yourself scream and cry, whatever you need to. You'll feel so much better if you do."

Andy looks down. Kyoya watches as her shoulders start to shake a bit, and before he could try to comfort her, she lifts her head up and lets out a long, loud scream.

After a bit, she stops, taking a deep breath. She looks as tears were still in her eyes, "Like that?"

"Yes," He says, "Just like that."

Andy smiles, "I do feel better. Thank you."

"No problem," He says, "Though, now people are going to be thinking I'm murdering someone in here."

Andy laughs, "You? No."

"I'm nice to you, Adeline," He says, "I'm not nice to others really. So I don't think it would surprise anyone."

She stands, holding her arms out. Kyoya stands, giving her a hug.

"Thank you, Kyoya," Andy says just as there's a knock at the door, making Andy jump.

Andy smile at him before walking towards his kitchen, "I need some water after that, holy damn my mouth is dry."

As she fills the glass of water, she hears him walk into another room, completely ignoring the knock at the door. After getting her water, Andy walks to the door, and sees an angry girl. Before she could say anything, Andy explains that Kyoya's not a murder, that everything is fine and so on. After a few minutes, Andy shut the door. She turns, looking over. She sees Kyoya leaning against the door frame of his room. He held a hand up, and hanging on one of his fingers from a purple ribbon was a piece of heavy gold.

Andy looks at it, them to him.

"I think it's time you have this back," He says, walking over. He puts it around her neck. "It's time for you to be proud of this again."

Andy picks it up, and looks at it. Running her ringers on the side that says 'London 2012'. She looks up up at him, and smiles. "I think so too." She smiles down at t, and drops it, so it hangs from her neck again. Andy hugged Kyoya before looking up at him, and meeting his lips with hers. She missed him a lot, so much every time they were apart. She'd survive, but she enjoyed being with him. He was someone who truly got who she is, and he's the only one left who does, and Andy's not willing to let go of that.