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Remembering Sunday
By FloodedxLungs


Okay. So, another one shot to help my writer's block. It worked last time. After I wrote Panic at the Haunted House it was a lot easier to write the next couple chapters for Hey Moon. So I'm hoping the same thing will happen with this.

Anyway, this was sort of a combination of some inspiration from the song “Remembering Sunday” by All Time Low and a little idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a long time. Plus, if ya'll like it, I may turn around and evolve this into a real story. But idk. Anyway, here it is. =]

Oh. And this is how I imagine Ryan in this fic:


I pulled my jacket tighter around my frail body in an attempt to block out the harsh northwestern winter wind. My eyes scanned the crowds out of habit; they still haven't found what I've been searching for. They haven't found her eyes. Those bright green emeralds that used to hide behind shining black strands of her layered hair. Those eyes that with a single glance could read exactly how I felt.

But I haven't seen them, or their owner, since that fateful Sunday, almost a year ago.

It was the year that my band got signed. Yes, I, Ryan Ross, happen to be in a famous up and coming band. Panic at the Disco. Have you heard of us? Oh, yes. Of course you have.

I shivered slightly as I stopped in front of a small music store, debating on whether or not to go in. The events that happened a year ago replayed in my mind for the thousandth time…


“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” I stated confidently before shoving another handful of popcorn in my mouth.

Ariella thought for a second before smirking. I stopped mid-chew.

“Fuck…” I muttered.

“Okay, Ryan. I want you to run around in circles outside screaming `eargasm' ten times!”

I rolled my eyes. “But your neighbors already think I'm the most insane person on the planet, Ari! Pleeeease don't make me do it?”

She shook her head, her choppy black hair fluttering around her face lightly.

“Nope! Go. Now.”

I sighed and got up. Ari followed me to the sliding glass door and watched me go outside. She stood in the doorway, an amused look adorning her gorgeous features. Sighing once more, I began running around in circles.

“Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! Eargasm! EEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARGAAAAAAAAAAAAASM!” I yelled, before collapsing on the ground out of breath. Ari's melodious laughter traveled to my ears. I considered the word I had just repeated ten times. If it was a possibility, her laugh would definitely be one of the main causes. For me, at least.

I picked my head up from the grass to look at my best friend. She was almost doubled over in laughter, holding her sides. Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her bright green eyes as I stood and made my way over to her.

“Oh…My…God!” She breathed, wiping her eyes. “I will never forget the sight of you doing that!”

I pushed her shoulder playfully as we went back inside. I sat back down on the couch as Ari went to go change the record on the record player.

This was a tradition we had started way back during freshman year. At least one Sunday a month we'd get together at Ari's house and play games, watch movies, pig out on snacks, and listen to records on her dad's old record player. Her parents always had business trips or whatever on the weekends, so we were always alone. Sometimes it was hard for me. I have had an increasing crush on her since we first met in third grade. But I'd never try anything. Besides, I doubt she likes me back.

Today was a very special Sunday, though, because my band had just gotten signed the other day. That and we both had just graduated high school the day afterwards. We were basically celebrating the beginning of the rest of our lives.

I stuffed more popcorn into my mouth and followed up with a chug of soda. Ari sat back down next to me on the couch. I placed the bowl of popcorn on the table along with my soda and turned to her.

“Okay. My turn. Truth or dare?”

She thought for a second.


“Damn it…” I mumbled. She giggled. “Okay, Ari. Classic question. Do you have a crush?”

She paused. I saw a glint of something in her eyes. It seemed to be something close to admiration. Could she possibly like me back?

“Yes.” Her answer was quiet and sheepish. Before I could question her further, she cut me off. “Truth or dare?”

I blinked. “Truth…”

“Do you have a crush?”

I sighed. “Yeah.”


“That wasn't the question, Ari.”

She laughed. “It will be next time!”

I shook my head. “There won't be another truth.”

“So you want to do another dare, eh?” She asked, her Canadian accent getting the better of her. She had lived in Saskatchewan until she moved to America when she was eight years old. Her old accent always predominates her speech whenever she's excited, amused, or frantic.

My eyes grew wide. “You suck. Truth or dare?”

“DARE!” she practically yelled.

I had to find a way to get her off this subject. I had hoped she would choose truth, so that I could turn it against her, but of course she knew that I wanted her to. Damn, that girl was too smart for her own good. I thought for a few minutes, tapping my index finger on my chin for effect. Ari fidgeted endlessly, her ADHD kicking into high gear from all the sugar we had consumed earlier that day.

Finally, I thought of a way to get my answer. I was going to be extremely awkward, but it would tell me if she liked me or didn't. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes.

“I dare you…to kiss me.” I said flatly.


“Wh…What?” she whispered.

I opened my eyes at stared at her. “Kiss me. On the lips.”

Awkward silence. I studied her. She seemed to be considering the consequences. Then slowly but surely, she crawled across the center of the couch to the side where I sat. She placed herself on my lap, facing me with each of her legs on either side of me. Basically, she was straddling me.

Ari licked her lips before slowly leaning forwards and placing her them against my own. A jolt of electricity raced down my spine in reaction to her taste. After a few seconds, she moved her lips against mine. I did the same, and pulled her closer against me. She moaned slightly, sliding her hands around my neck.

After a few minutes, she broke off and got up from our position. She grabbed my hand, smiling mischievously and led me upstairs. I smiled uncontrollably. I had the answer to my question.

Ari swung open the door to her bedroom and pulled me inside by the front of my shirt, slamming the door behind us. As soon as she faced me again I began to kiss her hungrily. We moved slowly towards her bed, kissing passionately as we went. Finally, I fell backwards onto the soft blue comforter, bringing her down on top of me. I quickly flipped over so I was on top, my mouth never leaving hers.

Her hands ran down the front of my shirt and up the inside of it. They explored my chest and stomach as I held myself up off of her with my elbows.

I broke away from her lips and kissed a trail down her neck. Once I hit a spot on her collar bone, she gasped. I began to concentrate on that spot. I could tell she was holding back a moan; it rumbled in her throat. It finally escaped when I bit her neck softly and playfully.

I moved back to her lips and immediately slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hands moved down to the top of my jeans and paused. I felt them shaking slightly. I pulled away and gazed into her eyes.

“Ari…what's wrong?”

She was panting. I saw how her eyes were filled with love and lust, but also confusion.

“Ari, I-”

“I love you.” She blurted.

I blinked. “What?”

“Do I need to be more clear?” She asked semi-sarcastically. “Then here. George Ryan Ross the third, I am thoroughly and completely in love with you. I always have been, and I always will be.”

Her tone worried me.

“But…” I asked, pushing myself up further and put more space between our bodies.

“But…” she sighed shakily and averted her eyes. I could tell she was really struggling with something. “Ry, you're going on tour soon. At the end of this month, to be exact. We're going to be separated for the first time since you went to band camp that summer after eighth grade. I don't want you to worry about me, Ryan. The last thing you need is something keeping you back; someone keeping your mind occupied when you should focus on the now.” Tears began to form in her eyes as she continued. “Your band just got signed by Pete Wentz. There's no doubt that you're going to be famous. You're going to need to keep your head in the game, not back here in Summerlin. I don't want you to be so focused on me that you lose sight of this opportunity. This is what's best for you. Besides, there's going to be hundreds of girls after you that are smarter than me, and prettier than me, and-”

“But I only want you.” I whispered, on the verge of tears.

“Ryan.” Ari said, gently pushing me off and sitting up. “You don't want me.” And with that, she kissed my cheek and left her room. I blinked furiously as my eyesight became blurry from the tears that threatened to fall. The sound of the front door slamming brought me to my feet as I sprinted downstairs and thrust open the door just in time to see the love of my life pull out of the driveway in her jet black compact car.

I stood and watched her speed away around the corner and out of my life. Finally, the first tear slowly slid down my cheek. I swiftly wiped it away, but it was too late. I broke down right there, in her driveway.

She was gone.

I knew I had to find her.

-End Flashback-

I felt the tears well up in my eyes once more as I fell to my knees in front of the small local-run music store. I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide myself from the world. A few minutes of reveling and I recovered as much as I could. I could still feel the pain from Ariella leaving as if it had happened the previous hour. I brushed the water from my eyes, sniffled, and stood once more, regaining my composure.

As you may have guessed, I haven't heard from Ari since that day. And as she had reminded me, Panic had begun touring at the end of that month. All throughout our traveling, I would break away from the band as much as I could and ask the locals if they had seen Ari. I would show them a picture for good measure. Most of the time they would not have seen her, but sometimes they would say yes. And judging by all the cities that I've gotten a lead in, Ari's been on a major road trip.

So now I stand here, after following another set of directions to this little hole-in-the-wall-music-store in Seattle, Washington. This was the only credible lead to where Ari might be. And currently, we were taking a break from touring, which gave me the chance to go on another wild goose chase that would probably end in another dissappointment.

My hand shook as I placed it on the doorknob and turned it slowly. The bell above the door jingled loudly, announcing my arrival. I cringed. I had sort of hoped to enter inconspicuously, in case Ari did work here like our new bodyguard had told me when he learned of my, uhmm, situation.

“Can I help you?” I heard a girl ask from the front counter. I looked over at her. She had bright pink hair, a nose ring, and a black Nirvana tee on. Not Ari.


“Uhmm, no thanks. Just browsing.” I said, faking a smile. She returned the expression and went back to reading the newest edition of Alternative Press.

I did as I said and began examining all the guitars hanging on the wall. One specific cherry red guitar made me stop dead in my tracks.

“Is this a Les Paul Classic?” I asked, running my hands over the body of the instrument in front of me.

The girl at the counter popped her bubble gum, not looking up from the article she was reading. “Yep. And it's on sale.”

I looked over at her. “How much?”

“Seventeen hundred bucks.”

I sucked in air through my teeth and withdrew my hand from the coveted guitar. I could probably afford it with my new found fame and riches, but it still amazed me how expensive and intricate Les Paul's could be. The girl at the counter slammed her magazine shut and looked at her watch.

“Alrighty then. My shift's over, Buddy. I'm out. If you need any help, Ellie should be coming out from the back room in a few minutes. Don't steal anything!” And with that, she was out the front door and out of sight.

I sighed sadly and went back to examining the guitars in front of me. It was silent until I heard footsteps come up behind me.

“Can I help you?” I heard for the second time today. But this time, I didn't answer. I was frozen in place. “Uhmm, hello?” The voice asked again.

I swallowed hard and turned around slowly. My heart felt like it was going to explode at the sight of the girl in front of me. I couldn't breathe.

It was her. It was Ari. She gaped at the sight of me; I began taking her in. Her hair was still naturally jet black and her skin was still slightly tanned. The lips that once gave into our sweet desire were a pale pink and were accentuated by two small silver studs beneath them, or as some call them, snake bites. The black skinny jeans and electric blue lacey tank top she wore were fitted nicely, and showed off her curves perfectly. Finally, I allowed myself to stare into her piercing emerald eyes, and found them staring back into my hazel ones.

“Ariella…” I whispered.

“You shouldn't be here.” She commanded. “You should leave.” She whirled around and began to walk briskly towards the backroom of the store, but I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to me.

“No!” I yelled. “You're done running, Ari. I need you.” It came out a little harsher than I intended.

She blinked, then pulled her wrist out of my grip.

“Like I told you a year ago, Ryan. You don't want me. And…I don't want you.” Her arms snaked around her waist in a self hug, something she always does when she's lying.

I shook my head. “You're lying, Ari. Tell me the truth. I know you didn't want to leave that day, and I know that you love me, because you told me so.” She took a step backwards, but I stepped towards her. “I know that you thought you did what was best for me, but you broke my heart when you left. I really did love you Ari, and I still do.” I noticed her breathing become quickened and I took that opportunity to take a step closer. We were now mere inches apart, and were gazing into each other's eyes. “I've been searching for you everywhere I go, Ariella. It's become my obsession. You've become my obsession.” I brushed her cheek lightly, causing her eyes to flutter and close. I leaned in closer, the hot breath from her slightly parted lips tickling my face. “Ari. I need to know. Do you love me?”

Her face cringed slightly and her voice shook violently as she answered.


I tried again, this time speaking softer and more huskily.

“Ariella Jenson. Do you love me?”

She gasped as if she was just asked to kill herself. A tear formed at the corner of her closed eyelid, but I brushed it away before it could escape down her unblemished skin. She didn't answer this time, so I brushed my lips every so lightly against hers, not quite in a kiss.

Do you love me?”

She opened her eyes. “Yes.”


And so, I'll leave the ending to your imagination! Or I'll write another one shot and make it, like, the next chapter or something. I dunno. So yeah. It would be great if you reviewed! This took me forever to get it right! =]

Remembering Sunday

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes

Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be

[Juliet Simms:]
I'm not coming back (forgive me)
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling, I'm not calling)
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just (You're driving me crazy, I'm)
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head

[Alex Gaskarth:]
Well I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home


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