Entry #010: It's Not Goodbye, It's See Ya, Later
Sunday, August 3rd
4:31 P.M.
Do you wanna know how things have been going since I've last updated an entry?
Sighs
You know what? I'll just skip this brief explanation and just tell you the full story.
Saturday, August 2nd
2:49 P.M.
It was just another day of working in the store.
I was anxiously waiting for Andre to come take me out to lunch.
Why was I so anxious, you ask?
Probably because for the past couple weeks, Andre has been really busy.
You see, more than a month ago, Andre got a job being a personal assistant to this record producer.
Carrie Hampton.
She wasn't that well known, but it was a start for Andre.
Anyway, after some careful prodding, Andre was able to get the producer to listen to his demo.
At first it seemed like she didn't like it, but after awhile, she came to her senses.
She said that Andre had some potential.
Duh, obviously!
He's one of the most talented musicians that I've ever met at H.A.
And I'm not just saying that because he's my boyfriend.
I really meant it.
Sighs
I know what you're thinking.
"What's the problem with that?"
Well... this producer has been calling Andre to not only do work around the studio, but to help Andre improve his skills.
She's been calling him away so much, that we've barely been able to spend much time together.
It's almost gotten to a point where it reminds me of the days when Andre would hang out with Jade most of the time.
Ugh! How I hated those days.
But I know I shouldn't let this bother me.
I should be proud that Andre's talents are finally being acknowledged.
I just wish that I could at least spend just... an hour or two with my boyfriend... uninterrupted.
Was that too much to ask?
Sighs
I should stop complaining and just be thankful that we were going out for lunch in the first place.
"Hey! Snap out of your daydream and set up those shirts." called out a voice that broke my train of thought.
Ryder was still an employee here, but it seemed like now he was being more of a warden towards me.
After that weird night with him, Ryder just started acting differently around me.
Maybe it was because of how I treated him that night or something else.
I really didn't know.
But whatever it was, it was starting to get on my nerves.
"Hello! Did you not hear me? Stack those shirts!" he shouted, walking over to me.
"I'm not deaf, I can hear you." I replied, rushing to grab the box of men's shirts from the back room, "I was just lost in my thoughts."
"Well, think on your own time. Your break doesn't start for another two minutes; so for now, you work."
Going over to the empty table near the entrance, I started absentmindedly stacking shirts.
I was just so pissed that Ryder was being such an ass to me... for no reason.
After awhile, I found myself once again lost in my thoughts. Out of nowhere, someone wrapped their arms around my waist.
Startled, I was immediately relaxed when I heard the person's voice.
"Excuse me, do you happen to know where I can find my beautiful girlfriend? Cause I've been missing her like crazy."
Looking over my shoulder, I could see Andre's dazzling smile.
"Hmm, only if you can help me find my handsome boyfriend." I playfully replied, turning around in his arms, "Oh, there he is."
"Hey, cutie. You ready to go?" he asked, after we kissed.
"As ready as I'll ever be, just let me-"
*A musical chime plays on Andre's phone*
Taking out his phone and glancing at the text, he sighed.
Looking back up at me, Andre was greeted by my very stern pout.
"Tori..."
"No! No, you can't." I whined, walking away from him, "You've already cancelled five times, and I was really looking forward to this."
"So was I, but... Carrie says it's urgent."
"It's always urgent with her! She can barely put on her shoes without you helping her." I exclaimed, as Andre walked over to me, "We've barely had any time to ourselves since you've got this job."
"You know how important this job is for me. This could one day lead me to finally get a record deal." uttered Andre, placing his hands on my waist, "But I do hate that we rarely spend any time together, I really do."
Sighing heavily, I held his hands and pleaded, "Then stay... for us."
As his phone rang again, Andre checked the text and responded, "I'm... I'm sorry, but I promise that I'll make it up to you. I promise."
As he rushed past me and exited the store, I could tell that he deeply regretted leaving.
I couldn't believe it.
He actually left.
Huffs
That job. That boss. It was all starting to take its toll.
And it wasn't like Andre was the only assistant to help her out.
Carrie Hampton had four other assistants.
Why did she always have to harass Andre?
If you can answer that for me, then I would be forever grateful.
I decided to go back to stacking shirt; you know, to get my mind off of yet another cancelled plan.
The longer I thought about it, the more I became conflicted.
I was disappointed that Andre easily cancelled our lunch date... again, but I also felt like I shouldn't be upset.
Why, you ask?
Well, the job was very important to him and it was increasing his chance of finally snagging a deal.
So being really attentive to his boss could probably be beneficial later on.
My only problem with this was that it was starting to get out of control with the constant calling and long periods of working.
It was really worrying me and I seriously didn't know what to do about it.
"Hey, why aren't you on break? You should have been gone five minutes ago." asked Ryder, as he walked over to me.
Not really in the mood to deal with him, I simply answered, "Change of plans, I decided to just keep working."
Somehow sensing that I was lying, Ryder decided to be an asshole and replied, "Oh, Andre stood you up again? I'm honestly not surprised."
Holding back my anger and continuing to stack shirts, I ignored him.
But Ryder just wouldn't let it go.
"By your sudden silence, I'll take it that I was right." he continued, hovering over me.
He just stood there, grinning while he examined the shirts that I folded.
Nitpicking each one of them, just looking for something to complain about.
"At least you've gotten better at folding shirts. You sucked when you started." he muttered, tossing one of them at me, "And since your plans with your ever so awesome boyfriend were once again cancelled; you can spend the rest of your lunch break bringing in the shipment of boots that just arrived."
That doesn't sound too bad. I thought, as I continued to stack shirts.
"Although you must do it all by yourself." Ryder added, turning to walk away.
"Wait! What?! I can't possibly carry all those boxes by myself!" I exclaimed, following him, "Why can't Audrey help me?"
"She's busy taking inventory."
"Well, what about Trey? I'm sure he's not busy with anything."
"Trey's on his lunch break. Something that you should have been on."
"How about you? You're not doing anything."
Walking behind the counter, Ryder sat on the high stool, and placed his head down on the counter top.
"What are you doing?" I asked, puzzled.
"Taking a nap. Now quit bugging me and go get those boots." he replied, closing his eyes and burying his head into his arms.
"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered, nudging him, "Hey! Wake up!"
He didn't respond.
The only noise that came from him was the gentle sound of snoring.
Whether he was really sleeping or not, was beyond me.
"This is so ridiculous!" I shouted, as I went to get started with the shipment.
What else could I do?
Mr. Gates, the owner, wasn't here... he rarely was; and Ryder... unfortunately for me, he was the shift manager.
Recently promoted, I might add.
Which for whatever reason, gave him some sense of superiority over me.
Sighs
I could have kept whining, but it was probably best to get started moving those boots.
Much better than hearing Ryder bitch about it later on.
7:52 P.M.
After spending hours doing hard, unnecessary labor; I was finally ready to call it a day.
As I got in my car, I noticed that I was receiving another call from Andre.
For the past hour, he'd been calling me and to be honest... I really didn't feel like hearing his excuses or his promises.
Not at the moment, at least.
All I was eager to do was going home, taking off my shoes, and relaxing in front of the TV.
Plus, I had some leftover Chicken Alfredo that I was just dying to dig into.
When I arrived home, I was surprised to see Andre waiting at my front porch.
Whatever he had to talk to me about, it must have been pretty serious for him to meet me at my house.
As I stepped out of my car, he slowly approached me.
He had that anxious look that he always had when he had something very important to tell me.
I could only hope that this was good news.
"Didn't expect to see you here." I said, shutting my car door, "Thought you would have still been at work or something."
"When you didn't answer any of my calls, I had a feeling that you were still mad at me." he replied, as we walked towards the front door, "That's why I decided to come here... to tell you the big news."
Noticing that he looked pretty eager to tell me his big news, I brushed off my bitterness and asked, "What big news?"
As we sat down on the bench, Andre grabbed my hand and took a deep breath.
"When I got to the studio, Carrie had some pretty big news for me." he replied, "Do you remember that demo that I gave her a couple weeks ago?"
"Yeah, it took you awhile to get her to finally listen to it."
"Well, the other day, Carrie had sent some demos that she approved to this huge record company that she works under." Andre continued, growing more and more excited, "Somehow, she'd mistakenly sent mine along with the rest of them."
Slowly seeing where this was going, I uttered, "Andre... are you saying that..."
He couldn't help but happily nod his head, "It's not set in stone yet, but the head executive wants to meet me in person to discuss some things!"
This was pretty big. It was Andre's dream to get signed to a big record label and it finally looked like it was about to happened.
How could I not be happy for him right now?
Joyously wrapping him in a tight hug, I smiled and said, "This is wonderful news! I mean, I know nothing's official yet, but if that record exec has any real taste in music, he'll sign you up immediately!"
"Thanks, Tori. I just hope that I make a good enough impression with him." replied Andre, as I finally let him out of my Death Grip of Happiness.
"Who exactly is this guy?"
"That's the part that really got me... it's Shawn Quincy!"
"Shawn Quincy?! Are you serious?!"
"I've got his number on my phone, if you don't believe me." Andre responded, taking out his phone and showing me the number listed as 'Shawn Quincy', "I still have to call him to tell him my decision."
"Decision? What? You didn't already agree to meet up with him?" I asked, curious as to why Andre didn't already agree to meet up.
It was at that moment that I noticed that Andre's ecstatic expression slowly turned into a more troubled look.
"What? What is it?" I asked, holding his hand.
Taking a moment to find the right way to explain things, Andre answered, "When I talked to Shawn a couple of hours ago, I asked him if I could have some time to think about meeting up with him. Thankfully, he gave me until nine o'clock tonight to call him."
Still confused, I asked, "What's so difficult about meeting up with him that you need some time to think about it? Is he in a different part of the state or something?"
Shaking his head, he said, "No, he's much farther."
"Another state?" I asked, as I slowly started to worry.
"More like out of the States." uttered Andre, standing up, "All the way in merry ol' London."
London?!
LONDON?!
"He's all the way in London?!" I asked, getting up, "That's pretty far off."
"Yeah, no kidding. He's over at some music festival and won't be back in the US for another three weeks."
"So why can't you just wait to see him then?"
"I asked him that. Turns out he's been looking for some new talent to add to his label... and being ever so busy with other clients, if I can't meet up with him some time this week, then he'll look elsewhere."
"That's not fair! You worked hard to get where you are."
"He's one of the top music executives of the world, he can practically do anything he wants, except walk on water." sighed Andre, leaning against the wall, "And he pretty much said that he's really interested in my work, so..."
"How's your mom taking this news?" I asked, not even sure of how I felt.
"She was not entirely happy hearing about the long trip, but after a really long lecture about making grown up choices, she told me that it would be up to me whether I stay or go."
"And what did you say?"
"I told her that I had to get someone else's opinion before I made a decision." he replied, as he glanced at me, "Someone really important to me."
I could tell that he was at odds about what he should do.
I instantly felt like I was the deciding force in all of this.
Even though he didn't exactly say it, I just had a feeling that I was crucial to his choice.
I mean, I could be the selfish, clingy girlfriend who didn't want her boyfriend to travel half the globe to hang around British girls.
Especially if they're girls who looked like Emma Watson.
Wait... what am I saying? I trusted Andre. He wouldn't cheat on me for some Hermione wannabe.
Although, I've always felt that British girls had a unique level of attraction.
With their gorgeous, supermodel-like looks.
Sense of politeness.
And proper form of diction.
No! No, I was worrying about nothing. Andre was the most faithful guy that I've ever been with.
I had absolutely nothing to worry about.
But then I started to think about something else.
As I've told you numerous times already, Andre and I haven't exactly been spending much time together lately.
Matter of fact, these past ten minutes have been the longest that the two of us has had any alone time.
It's ridiculous, I know.
So I could have easily told him that I didn't want him to go.
The words were right there on the tip of my tongue.
But... *sighs* I really didn't want him to one day see this as a missed opportunity.
And I definitely couldn't live with that burden on me.
Because this could have lead to something really great for him.
So how could I stand in his way?
After standing there for few seconds, Andre finally spoke up, "You know what? I shouldn't have drag you into this. I don't want to pressure you with my problems."
"No, no, no! It's okay. Really." I said, walking up to him and holding his hands, "I-I want you to go."
Looking up at him, he had a somewhat surprised expression.
He probably thought that I would have quickly said no or something.
"What?" he asked, trying to clarify what I just said.
"I want you to go. Go off to London." I replied, trying to keep a tiny smile, "Don't worry about me."
Something about the way that I said that last phrase must have hinted to him that I wasn't being completely honest.
Frowning, he quickly responded, "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Say that I shouldn't worry about you." he answered, as we sat back on the bench, "And try to hide how you really feel about something that's clearly bothering you."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Tori, remember what you told me weeks ago? We're a couple, so..."
"We don't have to be afraid to say what's bothering us." I sighed, "I know, I know."
"Then tell me the truth. How do you really feel about me going to London?"
I couldn't lie anymore. I was terrible at it.
It was just best to tell him the truth.
"I'm happy for you. I really am. I'm glad that you finally have this huge chance to get into the industry... but I hate that you have to go so far to do so. I mean, we haven't been hanging out much lately and we were supposed to have our special day next weekend. So yeah, I'm completely split with this decision."
Suddenly remembering something, Andre replied, "I completely forgot about our day! Ugh, I didn't even start getting plans together. Being so busy with that job has got me so out of order."
"It's alright, I've been busy at work myself, a little too busy; but anyway, I really want you to go to London. I'll definitely miss you, but we can always call each other and Skype whenever we get the chance."
With a growing smile on his face, Andre said, "Right. Plus, its not like we're starting a long distance relationship or something. I'll just be gone for a couple of days and then before you know it, I'm back."
"And with work, hanging out with the others, and getting ready to go back to school, I'll have plenty of things to keep me busy." I beamed, as we both chuckled lightly, "Now go ahead and call Shawn, before its too late."
"Okay, okay! No need for you to start getting pokey!" Andre chuckled, as I started poking his sides, "It'll just take me a minute."
After calling up Shawn and speaking with him for a good 15 minutes, Andre ended the call and laughed, "Well, looks like I'm London bound!"
As I ran up to him and ensnared him once again in my Death Grip , I said, "That's wonderful! When do you leave?"
"Shawn had his assistant look up some LAX flight schedules and the one that seemed best for me was for tomorrow afternoon at 3:45."
"3:45? That's not so bad." I said, loosening my grip around him, "Um, since you don't have to leave until the afternoon... do you wanna come in and watch some TV, at least for an hour or two?"
When Andre hesitated to answer, I immediately replied, "Forget it. It was a stupid question. You obviously have to go pack up to leave tomorrow."
But Andre surprised me with his reply.
"No, it wasn't a stupid question. I mean, I do have to go pack up my things, but right now... you're more important."
Hearing him say that, it just... damn, I've got an awesome boyfriend!
It really took me awhile to keep myself from crying. It seemed so stupid to get overly emotional about this, but who cares?
It just felt so great to hear him say something like that.
Eventually, Andre noticed the one tear that escaped from my eye, "What's the matter, Tori? Why are you crying?"
Quickly wiping the tear from my face, I answered, "Nothing, its just that... you're awesome, you know that?"
"You're right, I am awesome." Andre chuckled jokingly, "But sometimes you gotta make time for those that you love. Especially adorkable brunettes named Tori."
God! If he kept saying things like that to me, I would be joyfully crying for days.
After we shared a brief, yet very fervent kiss on the porch, we both decided to finally go inside the house.
11:03 P.M.
After over three hours of watching funny cartoons, eating some delicious Chicken Alfredo, and laying back on the couch with my boyfriend, I found myself slowly dozing off to sleep.
After all the extra work that I've done today, I was completely exhausted and found myself in serious need of sleep.
Laying up against Andre, I wrapped his arms around me and laid my head against his chest. You could say that he was like my very own cuddly pillow... that just so happened to have rock-hard abs.
"Hey... wake up, sleepyhead."
I could hear Andre's gentle voice whispering to me.
Opening my eyes slightly, I was greeted by his pretty smile.
So adorable.
Half awake, I tried my best to form some sort of response...
Heavy emphasis on the word tried.
"Hee hee, you're so adorably cute... like koalas... or turkey sammiches."
Sighs
Chuckling at my drowsy state, Andre replied, "Thanks... I think; you've must have had a pretty rough day at work to be this tired. C'mon, you should go to bed."
Still in my sleepy trance, I mumbled, "Nuh uh... no, I wanna stay here... and kiss you, piano boy."
"Maybe later, but now you really got to get some sleep and I really must get home to start packing up."
Realizing that Andre was picking me up to carry me up to my room, I giggled, "No! I don't wanna go to bed... if I do... who will protect my sugar castle?"
"I'll protect the castle, okay. No one's gonna break in." responded Andre, as we went up the stairs, "Your magical sugar kingdom is in good hands."
"Yaaaay." I yawned, as I slowly dozed back to sleep, "I can always count on you... my handsome prince."
Sunday, August 3rd
3:11 P.M.
Waking up the next day, I rolled around in my bed.
Yawning loudly, I looked around my room.
The sunlight practically drenched everything within its reach.
The sheer brightness of it instantly snapped me out of my drowsiness, but was really got me up and running was when I saw what time it was.
"IT'S 3:11?!" I screamed, jumping out of bed and rushing downstairs, "Why didn't my alarm clock ring?! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE AROUND HERE TRY TO WAKE ME UP?!"
"Tori, can you please calm down?" asked my dad, sitting back on the sofa and entranced by his typical NASCAR race, "I'm sure you can still make it to school on time."
Ugh, whenever one of his races were on, he was pretty much dead to the world.
"Dad, its a Sunday and I'm still on summer break. I don't have school, remember?" I replied, as I decided to just go back upstairs to take a shower and get dressed, "Forget it, I don't have time for this. I have to get going!"
"Okay, but only if you remember to take the dog out for a walk."
"We don't have a dog!"
3:41 P.M.
After rushing through what seemed like endless traffic, I was finally able to get to airport.
Took me awhile to find a parking space, though.
Thankfully, it didn't take me long to find which gate Andre was supposed to leave from.
"150, 151, 152, 153... there it is! Gate 154!" I said, as I rushed towards the gate.
As I got closer to the gate, I noticed that Jade, Beck, Cat, and Robbie were already there.
"What took you so long to get here, Vega?" asked Jade, snidely, "You knew the time that Andre was supposed to leave before any one of us, yet here you are... late as usual."
Not in the mood to hear any of Jade's crap, I asked Beck, "Please tell me that he didn't leave already. I overslept and..."
"He went to the restroom about a minute ago." Beck responded, walking over to me, "Lucky for you, his flight had a ten minute delay. Something about a glitch in the system."
Breathing a sigh of relief, I said, "That good... not the glitch, I mean, but that I'm not late to see him off."
"I still can't believe that Andre's going to London!" squeaked Cat, bouncing up and down, "I wonder if he'll get to meet Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter's not real, Cat. He's just a character." stated Beck.
"No, I'm pretty sure he's real." assured Cat, "He just lives a private life away from us Muggles."
Sighs
Typical Cat. She's so sweet, but you can't help but wonder what goes on in that pretty little head.
"Okay, this is just too weird. There's no such thing as witches or wizards. Now can we all just shut up about it?" demanded Jade, crossing her arms, "Anyway, it's pretty cool that Dre might finally get a deal; even if he does have to travel halfway across the world to do so. Although, I must say that I am surprised to see you so calm about this."
"Why should I worry? He's just going over there to speak with a major record executive." I stated, shrugging off Jade's negativity, "If anything, I'm proud of him. He's come a long way and he's finally being rewarded for it."
"Hmm, glad to hear you say that." a voice behind me spoke.
Turning around to see Andre, I eagerly hugged him, "I'm sorry that I'm late. I'm just lucky enough that your flight was delayed."
"Its okay, I'm just glad that you made it. Plus, I'm not surprised that you overslept. You seemed pretty tired last night." laughed Andre, taking out his phone, "But I must thank you for falling asleep on me."
Confused, I asked, "Why is that?"
"When I tried to wake you up, let's say... you started to say some things. Things that I'll enjoy listening to on my flight."
"What kind of things?"
"It'll be so much better for you to hear it." Andre replied, playing the recorded audio from his phone, "At first it was nothing but you mumbling, but after awhile you started saying some really funny things."
"Oh God, you recorded it?" I asked, surprised.
"I had to! You were so cute." smiled Andre, as the others came to listen.
"Hmm, I didn't know that turkey sammiches were cute." laughed Beck.
"Piano Boy? Oh, now I get it, cause Andre plays the piano." wondered Robbie, finally understanding what I meant.
"You sure you weren't drunk, Vega?" Jade snickered, "Who knew that prissy little girls like you actually drank?"
"I wasn't drunk! I was just really sleepy." I reassured everyone.
"Aww, I didn't know that you two had your own sugar kingdom." chimed Cat, hugging both Andre and I, "You two are just so cute together!"
"Thanks, Cat. Uh, Tori, can I get a moment with you... alone?" Andre asked.
"Sure."
Walking towards the windows, Andre surprised me when he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Whoo! Didn't see that coming." I giggled, twirling my fingers through his dreads, "So what did you have to tell me?"
"Oh, right. I had something to tell you." responded Andre, who was clearly enjoying having me wrapped around him, "Um... look, I know that I haven't been the best boyfriend lately. And although last night was really nice, it still doesn't make up for the other times. But I promise- No, I guarantee that when I get back from London... there's gonna be more "Us" time and I'm gonna do all that I can to show just how much you mean to me."
As I looked deep into his eyes, I could tell that he really felt terrible about how things had been going.
I couldn't let him go off to London thinking that I resented him or something.
"Andre, you're not a bad boyfriend. You hear me? You're far from it, okay?" I assured him, while caressing his shoulders, "Aside from my drowsiness, last night was more than I could ask for. I got to spend time with my charming boyfriend, alone and uninterrupted. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was still special to me. So don't you go over to London thinking that you're a terrible boyfriend. You are my prince, after all."
Then at that moment, Andre had the prettiest smile that I've ever seen.
He must have really liked it when I called him that.
"I'm quite honored to be your prince, but what's a prince without his gorgeous princess?" he beamed, as he held me close while we kissed.
We didn't care who was watching us; we just enjoyed being in each others company.
And boy, did I enjoy being in his.
As we finally came up for air, Andre finally let me down, "Are you sure that I can't somehow sneak you onto the plane? Cause after that kiss, I'm definitely craving more."
"I wish I could, but look at it this way; when you get back, there will be plenty more where that came from." I responded, flirtatiously.
"Now that you've said that, I'm even more anxious to come back home to you." he uttered, while holding my hand.
Ringing from the intercom came the voice of the gate agent, "Attention passengers, we are about to begin boarding British Airways Flight 282 to London. I repeat, British Airways Flight 282 to London."
"That's my flight." Andre said with a sigh, as he went to grab his messenger bag from Beck, "Thanks for holding my bag."
"No problem. Now you better get on that flight before it leaves without you." joked Beck, as he hugged Andre.
"How are you able to fit all of your stuff in that small bag?" asked Cat, poking Andre's bag "Your guitar can't possibly fit in there."
"His stuff are already on the plane." explained Robbie, placing his arm around her, "Those guys with the earmuffs placed it on the plane minutes ago. Remember, we saw them from the window."
"Oh! Right." Cat giggled, as she kissed Robbie.
"Ugh, I'll never get used to you two being together." muttered Jade, "It just feels so weird and confusing."
"You can hate all you want, cause it doesn't matter." Robbie responded, "As long as I've got Cat in my life, nothing you say can hurt me."
"Aww!" Cat and I uttered.
It was really sweet of Robbie to say that.
I never would have thought of him as a romantic, but ever since he and Cat started dating, he's changed.
Smirking, Jade walked over to Robbie and kicked him in the leg.
"Oww! What was that?!" exclaimed Robbie, as he fell to the floor.
"What the hell, Jade?!" asked Beck, helping Robbie to one of the seats.
"What? He said that nothing I say would hurt him." chuckled Jade, "So I kicked him."
"Why?!" asked Robbie, trying not cry.
"Cause I wanted to."
Yup, that about all the reasoning for Jade to do something.
Laughing, Andre smiled and said, "Boy, am I gonna miss all of this."
"We are now boarding First Class passengers. I repeat, First Class passengers are now boarding." rang the gate agent's voice over the intercom.
"Finally." Andre said, taking out his plane ticket from his jacket pocket.
"You're flying first class?" I asked, astonished.
"Well... yeah."
"Whoa, Shawn Quincy is really going all the way just to get you to London." Jade remarked, looking quite impressed, "I shouldn't be surprised, though; you're an amazing musician. He'll be a real jackass to pass up someone like you."
"Thanks, Jade." Andre uttered, as the two hugged, "Take it easy on the others while I'm gone."
"I'll try, but I can't make any promises." smiled Jade, as Andre walked over to Beck.
"You're gonna do great, man." Beck stated, "Just don't come back bragging about how the U.K. changed your outlook on life. We had enough of that when Robbie went to Puerto Rico."
"But that trip really did change my take on life." added Robbie, as Cat rubbed his sore leg, "I fell in love with New Age music over there. That seriously changed things for me."
"Yet, you didn't have to constantly play it wherever you went." mumbled Beck, under his breath, "Anyway, good luck to you, Andre. I know you're gonna kill it over there."
"Bring home that record deal!" shouted Robbie and Cat, joyously, as Cat ran up to hug him.
Smiling, Andre said, "Don't worry, I will.", while Cat sat back down to tend to Robbie's "wound".
Turning to look at me, Andre said, "Last, but not least..."
Putting on my best smile, I tried to hold back all of my emotions for this moment; but I just couldn't hold back hard enough.
I ended up bursting into tears. Practically rushing towards Andre and wrapped him in one final hug.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I rather see your true feelings than a fake smile." he stated, rubbing my back, "Remember, you can always call me when you need me and we always have Skype. So don't cry, okay?"
"But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna miss you any less."
"I know. I'm gonna miss you, too."
Seeing the last couple of First Class members line up to enter the terminal, Andre uttered, "I have to go."
Wiping the tears from my face, I said, "Love you."
"Love you, too... cutie." he uttered, as he started walking to the gate.
After the gate agent cleared him to go onto the plane, Andre looked back at me and waved.
"Goodbye!" I shouted, as I waved back.
But Andre had something different to say.
"It's not goodbye. It's see ya, later!" he smiled, as he turned to walk down the terminal.
After the last passenger boarded the plane, we waited by the window to see it take off.
I'll have to admit, I was proud to see him off to London; but I could only hope that he would come back home safe and sound.
As the plane took off and left the runway, we all waved as one of our own was off to another country.
"See ya, later." I whispered, as the airplane slowly disappeared among the clouds.