He Was My Bestfriend. (5sos fan fiction)

"Ashton, promise you won't forget me?" "I promise, how could I forget my bestfriend?!" those were the last things we said to each other before he left to America. It's been more than a year since I've seen him. We lost touch after the few months. He was my best friend, almost a brother, heck, he was like a brother. We used to have all these crazy traditions we used to do. Like every Sunday he'd come over my house and we'd have a everything but the kitchen sink Sunday. That's when we'd take everything edible and put it in our sunday, and after we made that, we'd watch movies all day. Now I'm 18 I just finished my last year of high school. I had a job, I sang at a little cafe. And I'm going to the collage of performing arts in America.