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Chapter Eight: It's Alright

Chapter 8!! GUYS IM ALMOST AT 50 READS FOR THIS STORY THANK YOU. I've come to realize you guys don't really like me too much and have no interest in interacting with me via comments or anything. That's cool though, just know THAT YOU ALL SUCK AND I HATE YOU. Just kidding... Kind of. No seriously just kidding. Here you go, read on my people, read on. ENJOY.

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Chapter 8: It's Alright

It's been a week since Ryan left to get back on the road. The tour is almost over, so he'll be back home soon.

We spent the majority of his time off together, and I was so sad to see him go. We've been texting, calling, and skyping every day since.

Things with Ryan are different. There... Easier. With him I feel a sense of comfort and safety that is new to me. We aren't officially a "couple" but we have gotten very close. It's been just about two weeks and it feels like its been years. He makes me want to open up, and share everything.

Lost in my daydream, I lay peacefully in the hammock in the corner of the yard. It's in a shady, secluded area, hidden by trees. It's my favorite place in the whole world. Swaying back and forth, I softly begin to sing along with my iPod to the song "It's Alright" by Nick Santino and the Northern Wind.

It's abruptly interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. Glancing down at the caller ID, I don't recognize the number. Confused, and a little annoyed, I assume that it must be a wrong number, and hit ignore.

I lay back down, resting my head on my arm, and let the lyrics fill my head.

'When you're all alone, and I'm miles away. Oh It's alright, if you call me...'

----------ANDREWS POV-----------------

It's been two weeks. I've been away for two weeks and I still haven't stopped thinking about her. What is she doing? Is she enjoying summer? How was the concert she went to? She had been talking about it for months. I know how excited she was for it.

Looking down at my phone in my hands, my foot taps nervously against the floor. This is the first place I have had cell service since I left the U.S. I've been having a blast, don't get me wrong. It's such a wonderful experience to observe and learn about all these places I've never been before. And getting to spend this quality time with my family makes it even better. But even in my happiest moment, I'm still thinking about her in the corner of my mind.

Now, staring at her number that I had typed in on the keypad, my thumb hovers over the call button.

She hadn't given me her number, I had, lets just say "acquired it" a while back and was too afraid to do anything with it.

***Flashback*****

"Okay guys, for this lab, I'm going to need you in groups of 4. But don't go picking partners, I've already assigned the groups."

The sound of groans and sighs is heard throughout the room. Everyone hates when our chemistry teacher chooses our partners and groups, but I don't. She always seems to pair me and Nichole up.

Trying my best to suppress my happiness, I pretend I'm annoyed like everyone else as Mrs. Bardret calls off names.

"Hannah, Chris, Sam, Brian.

Nathan, Charlotte, Madison, Jason.

Nicole, Mike, Stacy, Andrew."

She kept going, but I stopped listening there. I sneak a glance over at Nichole, to see if she is excited, annoyed, anything. But her expression is emotionless, as she collects her things, and moves over to a lab table. My smile falters a little.