I Thought I Could Never Love Again|Andley •a.u.•|
Chapt. One
Love is something they say I can't have.
That after my first failure there could be no more.
Though I could try,
It just won't be successful.
After a few months.
I started to believe it.
And I still do...
Chapter One
"Andrew, är du säker på det här?" ("Andrew, are you sure about this?") My mum asked me. Her Swedish accent was a lot heavier than mine, and thankfully, I knew some English already. I was about to head my way to America for a new life since I felt like there was nothing good here for me. I've heard about America. Many of my favorite bands originated from there like Kiss, Möltey Crüe, Misfits, I wanted to become famous like them and I couldn't do that here in Sweden.
To answer my mum's question, I nodded, and continued to trudge my way down the tile flooring of the airport. My plane boarded in around 50 minutes so I had to hurry.
After going through security and bagging, whatever you call it, we made our way towards the gates to wait for me to board my plane.
"35 minuter kvar , mamma, ska du komma igång. Jag älskar dig, alltid komma ihåg att."(35 minutes left, mum, you should get going. I love you, always remember that.)
"Jag älskar dig för, men jag lämnar inte förrän du går ombord planet." (I love you too, but I'm not leaving until you board that plane.) My mum insisted firmly and I sighed. "Ok" ("ok").
We talked until around 6:00 pm, leaving me with about 5 more minutes till my flight was here. I sighed and gave my crying mum a hug.
"Jag kommer att bli bra mamma, jag ska försöka att ringa dig varje dag. Men du måste stanna här och hjälpa pappa, jag vet att han kommer att bli upprörd för ett bra tag." ("I'll be fine mum, I'll try to call you everyday. But you need to stay here and help out dad, I know that he'll be upset for quite a while.") I reassured her and she nodded.
"Flyg till Los Angeles, Kalifornien i USA." ("Flight to Los Angeles, California in America.") The man said and I kissed my mum on the cheek. "Jag kommer sakna dig. Bye mamma." ("I'll miss you. Bye mum.") I gave her one final hug before pulling away and grabbing my carry-on bag. I made my way towards the tunnel thing and looked back at her. "Ringa dig när jag är nästan där!" ("Call you when I'm almost there!") I called back to her and waved. She waved back with a smile now on her face.
--Time-skip: 10 Hours, 32 Minutes Into The Flight.--
Realizing that it's been awhile, I looked at my phone and looked at my timer. (I set it so that I knew when to call my mum). About 1hour left of the flight. 'Might as well call my mum.' I thought to myself.
I called my mom and after three rings she answered. "Hej mamma. Jag är nästan där. Ungefär en timme kvar." ("Hi mum. I'm almost there. About an hour left.") I exclaimed quietly. I wasn't exactly sure what time it was back at home but it was pretty late here.
We talked until the intercom in the plane went off.
"Jag måste gå nu mamma . Vi är på väg att landa." ("I have to go now mom. We're about to land.") I tell her and then we say our goodbyes. I put my phone on airplane mode and turn it off as instructed and wait for us to land. I have no relatives here in America but, I have met this boy online and he live here. I'm excited to finally meet him.
--Time-skip: After landing. Andy is making his way off the plane.--
I made my way into the airport, wobbling a bit. "Gud. Jet lag." ("God. Jet lag.") I say to myself and rub my head. I walked over to the luggage pickup and grabbed mine the second I saw it.
I walked outside of the airport and stop after a moment of walking. I went on my Instagram and posted a picture. 'Made to America! Now I need to find a place to stay, lol.' I laugh to myself and looked through my contacts. Oh, I don't remember if I mentioned this, but I do know some English from the boy I had met. I think his name was Ashley.. Yeah! Ashley. So I'm able to write and speak some of it. Though, I only speak English around him, I don't know why.
I find his name on my contact list and call him. Two rings later and he picks up. "'Ello?" His soft voice said through the phone. "I made it! I'm outside the airport now!" I exclaimed excitedly through the phone. "Oh, this is Andy." I said quickly after realizing that I didn't tell him who I was. He laughed and I could picture his beautiful smile. "Ok ok. I actually saw your post, I'm on my way now." He said and I literally jumped up and down. "Yay!" I shouted, earning a few weird looks, but I didn't care.
About ten minutes later, a black car pulls up and I get a text from Ashley.
A- I sees you. xD
Me- I sees your car! xD
I laughed and ran up to Ashley just as he got out the car. "Omg! I can finally see you in person!" I said happily and he laughs. "Omg! You're gonna crush me!" He laughed out and I let go of him. "Sorry, got excited." I apologize and smile. "It's ok. Hey, I see you're getting better with your English. Last time I remember you talking you had a little Swedish accent going on." He laughed and did a little dance. Which I thought was adorable.
We loaded my luggage and bags into the trunk of his car and got in. By now it was 10:26 pm so we were kind of tired. "Hey Andy, you can stay at my place if you'd like. I have an extra room and I'm pretty sure my parents wouldn't mind." Ashley tells me and I give him an unsure look. "How are you so unsure about them not minding? What if they don't like the thought of another boy in their house?" Sigh. There goes my negative side again.. "I'm sure of it."
We got to Ashley's house and I instantly felt nervous. His house was huge.. Well, bigger than mine that is. I got my luggage and bags from the trunk and sighed. "Are you sure?" I asked Ashley one last time and nodded before unlocking and opening the door. A beer bottle flew past Ashley's head and nearly hit mine. My eyes widened and I looked at Ashley.
"Ashley! Get in here and make m- Who the hell are you?" A man shouted at me. I froze and just looked at Ashley. He sighed and walked into the house, me slowly following behind.
The man got up in my face and I took a step back.
"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
I looked at Ashley. He nodded and I sighed.
"Jag-jag är Andy.. och jag var... jag-var jag.." ("I-I'm Andy.. and I was... I-I..") I looked at Ashley again, fear welled in my eyes. I didn't like speaking English to people other then Ashley.
"Speak English boy!" I flinched at the man's angry tone. "He's not English, dad. He's a friend from Sweden. He's staying here. And you can't do anything about it because mom needs to agree." Ashley said sternly and grabbed my hand. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the feeling. I blushed a light shade of pink as he pulled me upstairs to his room I suppose.
We've been talking for awhile now and Ashley was currently stroking my hair because, well, I don't know. Suddenly a purr escaped my throat and Ashley looked at me. "Andy..."
"What was that?"
That after my first failure there could be no more.
Though I could try,
It just won't be successful.
After a few months.
I started to believe it.
And I still do...
Chapter One
"Andrew, är du säker på det här?" ("Andrew, are you sure about this?") My mum asked me. Her Swedish accent was a lot heavier than mine, and thankfully, I knew some English already. I was about to head my way to America for a new life since I felt like there was nothing good here for me. I've heard about America. Many of my favorite bands originated from there like Kiss, Möltey Crüe, Misfits, I wanted to become famous like them and I couldn't do that here in Sweden.
To answer my mum's question, I nodded, and continued to trudge my way down the tile flooring of the airport. My plane boarded in around 50 minutes so I had to hurry.
After going through security and bagging, whatever you call it, we made our way towards the gates to wait for me to board my plane.
"35 minuter kvar , mamma, ska du komma igång. Jag älskar dig, alltid komma ihåg att."(35 minutes left, mum, you should get going. I love you, always remember that.)
"Jag älskar dig för, men jag lämnar inte förrän du går ombord planet." (I love you too, but I'm not leaving until you board that plane.) My mum insisted firmly and I sighed. "Ok" ("ok").
We talked until around 6:00 pm, leaving me with about 5 more minutes till my flight was here. I sighed and gave my crying mum a hug.
"Jag kommer att bli bra mamma, jag ska försöka att ringa dig varje dag. Men du måste stanna här och hjälpa pappa, jag vet att han kommer att bli upprörd för ett bra tag." ("I'll be fine mum, I'll try to call you everyday. But you need to stay here and help out dad, I know that he'll be upset for quite a while.") I reassured her and she nodded.
"Flyg till Los Angeles, Kalifornien i USA." ("Flight to Los Angeles, California in America.") The man said and I kissed my mum on the cheek. "Jag kommer sakna dig. Bye mamma." ("I'll miss you. Bye mum.") I gave her one final hug before pulling away and grabbing my carry-on bag. I made my way towards the tunnel thing and looked back at her. "Ringa dig när jag är nästan där!" ("Call you when I'm almost there!") I called back to her and waved. She waved back with a smile now on her face.
--Time-skip: 10 Hours, 32 Minutes Into The Flight.--
Realizing that it's been awhile, I looked at my phone and looked at my timer. (I set it so that I knew when to call my mum). About 1hour left of the flight. 'Might as well call my mum.' I thought to myself.
I called my mom and after three rings she answered. "Hej mamma. Jag är nästan där. Ungefär en timme kvar." ("Hi mum. I'm almost there. About an hour left.") I exclaimed quietly. I wasn't exactly sure what time it was back at home but it was pretty late here.
We talked until the intercom in the plane went off.
"Jag måste gå nu mamma . Vi är på väg att landa." ("I have to go now mom. We're about to land.") I tell her and then we say our goodbyes. I put my phone on airplane mode and turn it off as instructed and wait for us to land. I have no relatives here in America but, I have met this boy online and he live here. I'm excited to finally meet him.
--Time-skip: After landing. Andy is making his way off the plane.--
I made my way into the airport, wobbling a bit. "Gud. Jet lag." ("God. Jet lag.") I say to myself and rub my head. I walked over to the luggage pickup and grabbed mine the second I saw it.
I walked outside of the airport and stop after a moment of walking. I went on my Instagram and posted a picture. 'Made to America! Now I need to find a place to stay, lol.' I laugh to myself and looked through my contacts. Oh, I don't remember if I mentioned this, but I do know some English from the boy I had met. I think his name was Ashley.. Yeah! Ashley. So I'm able to write and speak some of it. Though, I only speak English around him, I don't know why.
I find his name on my contact list and call him. Two rings later and he picks up. "'Ello?" His soft voice said through the phone. "I made it! I'm outside the airport now!" I exclaimed excitedly through the phone. "Oh, this is Andy." I said quickly after realizing that I didn't tell him who I was. He laughed and I could picture his beautiful smile. "Ok ok. I actually saw your post, I'm on my way now." He said and I literally jumped up and down. "Yay!" I shouted, earning a few weird looks, but I didn't care.
About ten minutes later, a black car pulls up and I get a text from Ashley.
A- I sees you. xD
Me- I sees your car! xD
I laughed and ran up to Ashley just as he got out the car. "Omg! I can finally see you in person!" I said happily and he laughs. "Omg! You're gonna crush me!" He laughed out and I let go of him. "Sorry, got excited." I apologize and smile. "It's ok. Hey, I see you're getting better with your English. Last time I remember you talking you had a little Swedish accent going on." He laughed and did a little dance. Which I thought was adorable.
We loaded my luggage and bags into the trunk of his car and got in. By now it was 10:26 pm so we were kind of tired. "Hey Andy, you can stay at my place if you'd like. I have an extra room and I'm pretty sure my parents wouldn't mind." Ashley tells me and I give him an unsure look. "How are you so unsure about them not minding? What if they don't like the thought of another boy in their house?" Sigh. There goes my negative side again.. "I'm sure of it."
We got to Ashley's house and I instantly felt nervous. His house was huge.. Well, bigger than mine that is. I got my luggage and bags from the trunk and sighed. "Are you sure?" I asked Ashley one last time and nodded before unlocking and opening the door. A beer bottle flew past Ashley's head and nearly hit mine. My eyes widened and I looked at Ashley.
"Ashley! Get in here and make m- Who the hell are you?" A man shouted at me. I froze and just looked at Ashley. He sighed and walked into the house, me slowly following behind.
The man got up in my face and I took a step back.
"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
I looked at Ashley. He nodded and I sighed.
"Jag-jag är Andy.. och jag var... jag-var jag.." ("I-I'm Andy.. and I was... I-I..") I looked at Ashley again, fear welled in my eyes. I didn't like speaking English to people other then Ashley.
"Speak English boy!" I flinched at the man's angry tone. "He's not English, dad. He's a friend from Sweden. He's staying here. And you can't do anything about it because mom needs to agree." Ashley said sternly and grabbed my hand. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the feeling. I blushed a light shade of pink as he pulled me upstairs to his room I suppose.
We've been talking for awhile now and Ashley was currently stroking my hair because, well, I don't know. Suddenly a purr escaped my throat and Ashley looked at me. "Andy..."
"What was that?"
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6/28/16