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Remembering Sunday.
The last time Alex Gaskarth saw Sunday Jones, they were both sixteen years old, lobster-red, and sweating beneath the summer sun on the dock of the local pond. Alex's acoustic guitar was perched on his lap, and Sunday's gorgeous soprano voice drifted up into the never-ending indigo sky. Things were perfect. It was a happy time in both of their lives. They were best friends, crazy, carefree, and madly in love—they just didn't know it yet.
It was before everything happened—before their friendship went spiralling down-hill, on a winding path leading nowhere fast. It was before Alex and the boys were discovered, before they were shipped off to Los Angeles to chase their dreams, leaving poor little Sunny in the dust. It was before Alex became someone that Sunday would grow to not even recognize.
Yet Alex Gaskarth never knew that the next time he saw Sunday Jones, she would remember more than just his name and face—she would remember every last step in how he broke her heart.
It was before everything happened—before their friendship went spiralling down-hill, on a winding path leading nowhere fast. It was before Alex and the boys were discovered, before they were shipped off to Los Angeles to chase their dreams, leaving poor little Sunny in the dust. It was before Alex became someone that Sunday would grow to not even recognize.
Yet Alex Gaskarth never knew that the next time he saw Sunday Jones, she would remember more than just his name and face—she would remember every last step in how he broke her heart.