remembering sunday {nick robinson}

I don't mean to be a bother

Hello internet! This short story is based on one of my most favorite songs which is "Remembering Sunday" by All Time Low. It's such a beautiful song that I decided to write a story about it. Plus, it's not just any story, it's about Nick Robinson! I hope you guys like it! xx

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California's radiance shined in every corner of the city. It always has; yet, for some reason, that day had some significance to it. Why, he couldn't put his finger on it. Yet again, he was; in his hand, in his pocket, was a velvet black case. What the contents were in there, well, that would spoil the surprise.

His palm gripped the case tightly, as if for dear life. This was the anniversary of their friendship, and the final one; eventually, they would have honeymoons and anniversaries on this day.

On his left was someone very special. His light, his everything. She was his best friend, and she knew it too. He'd known her his whole life; nothing drove them apart, and nothing would. He loved her, he had discovered eventually.

Now, the mystery was how she'd felt.

She was always the shy type. She never spoke her mind, never expressed her hidden emotions. Only to him, of course, but not the ones he was quite looking for. Whether he was fishing in the air, he had no idea, but he'd take the chance. Sophie was worth it.

He slowly lifted the popsicle stick away from his mouth, since he had finished the chocolate ice cream. Sophie did the same, putting it to her side. Unlike her, Nick tossed it off of the water tower.

The water tower was their special place; nobody else ever went there. Fear of heights, mainly, but everyone sees them sitting up their together. Sophie had found the water tower a few years back while she was trying to reach a kite for this little boy one day. She was so generous and really brave, Nick's heart warmed at the memory.

"Sophie..." his expression was troubled and pained, with the added distress in his voice as he called her name. She had barely heard him, but she had turned around, concern etched in her face. She placed a hand on his shoulder, peeking down at his face. He had his head hung low, nervous and frightened to ask her.

"What is it Nick?" she pressed him, and he wished he could just let out his emotions in one phrase. If he had explained everything, he would eventually end up fleeing in embarrassment or pull something stupid, such as telling her it was a joke. He heaved a sigh, finally looking her in her pale blue eyes.

"Will... will you marry me?" he had finally said it. Although he wanted so badly to just avoid her confused and alarmed expression, he didn't. She seemed calm, and frankly, Nick was confused now. She had thought nothing more of him than just a brother, or a best friend. Was she possibly considering? He could only pray and wish on his lucky star.

Suddenly, before she could answer, her figure slowly started turning to dust. The dust began blowing away with the wind, her voice being carried away with the breeze. Nick strained his ears to hear her response; nothing. Whether he should scream or cry, he had no idea. But, it seems like his heart knew.

For once in his life, the only time ever, he cried.

He hugged his knees closer to his chest and rested his head on his knees as his sobs started to get muffled. Nobody would ever hear him cry, with the exception of his best friend. She was his only shoulder to cry on, and another shoulder just wouldn't do.

Reality had returned to the now 21 year-old brunette's eyesight as he blinked slowly, staring at his white ceiling. That dreams been ending the same way every time for the past 4 years, and Nick was sick of his head playing games with him. She'd never come back, and he didn't want her to.