Just One More Day, chapter 1
I sat on my bed as usual, legs crossed and tears pouring from my eyes. The song playing on the radio seemed blurry and faded, I was too focused on my thoughts to notice the things around me, everyone always told me that it would be ok, but how could it ever be ok? I had no-one, on the anniversary of my mothers death, I'm sitting alone, reading the letter from my father. He's left and is proably half way across the country by now.
I heave my exhausted body from the comfort of my bed and reach to open my wardrobe door, grabbing my rucksack and stuffing it with my precious belongings I head out the door. The winter wraps itself around me, I wipe the lone tear droplet away and hug myself to keep warm. No-one notices me on the busy high street, not that I care, I'm use to it. I feel my phone vibrating in pocket and I stop to take it out, i have 1 new message:
'What are you doing walking on your own at this time of night' it reads
I look up confused, a smile spreads itself across my tear stained face as I see my best friend stand 3 feet in front of me. He smiles back, and opens his arms. I accept his hug willingly.
'Hi' He says simply
'Tre' I whisper into the night air 'Thank god your here'
'I heard about your dad, you weren't at your house, so I came looking for you,' he explains, leaning his head on mine.
'What am I gonna do? I've got no where to go,' I look at him intensely
'Come with me and the guys,' he says eagerly
'What? Where are you going?' I ask
'On tour....does it matter?Come back to my house for now,' he grabs my hand and leads me back the way I came. We walk in silence, but I can feel him looking at me every so often to check if I'm ok. I am Ok, now Tre's here. I swear he's like my guardian angel, he's always there right when I need him.
People always say 'A guy and a girl can never just be friends', but we've prove them wrong. Me an Tre could never be invloved romantically, I don't see him that way and he doesn't see me like that, we're on a whole different level, we're unique, we're special. He looks after me and I look out for him, and that's how it's always going to be.
I gaze at the familiar white door as it opens. I feel my bag being taken off my shoulders, I relax as the weight is lifted from my back. The soft cream sofa moulds to the shape of my slim body as I flop down.
'How you doing?' says a voice from beside me, I turn to look at the black-haired man, he's staring at me with a worried look on his face.
'I'm Ok Billie Joe' I state honestly 'I could be better, I suppose' I smile and close my eyes, taking in the warm surroundings.
' I here your coming on tour with us,'
'Yea, I need to get away from this place,' I mumble tiredly
'I think we all do, too many bad memories,' he nods in agreement while covering me with a blanket. 'I think we'll all sleep down here tonight,'
'Like the old days...' I laugh softly
'Yea, just like the old days!' exclaims Tre striding into the room, closely followed by Mike.
I heave my exhausted body from the comfort of my bed and reach to open my wardrobe door, grabbing my rucksack and stuffing it with my precious belongings I head out the door. The winter wraps itself around me, I wipe the lone tear droplet away and hug myself to keep warm. No-one notices me on the busy high street, not that I care, I'm use to it. I feel my phone vibrating in pocket and I stop to take it out, i have 1 new message:
'What are you doing walking on your own at this time of night' it reads
I look up confused, a smile spreads itself across my tear stained face as I see my best friend stand 3 feet in front of me. He smiles back, and opens his arms. I accept his hug willingly.
'Hi' He says simply
'Tre' I whisper into the night air 'Thank god your here'
'I heard about your dad, you weren't at your house, so I came looking for you,' he explains, leaning his head on mine.
'What am I gonna do? I've got no where to go,' I look at him intensely
'Come with me and the guys,' he says eagerly
'What? Where are you going?' I ask
'On tour....does it matter?Come back to my house for now,' he grabs my hand and leads me back the way I came. We walk in silence, but I can feel him looking at me every so often to check if I'm ok. I am Ok, now Tre's here. I swear he's like my guardian angel, he's always there right when I need him.
People always say 'A guy and a girl can never just be friends', but we've prove them wrong. Me an Tre could never be invloved romantically, I don't see him that way and he doesn't see me like that, we're on a whole different level, we're unique, we're special. He looks after me and I look out for him, and that's how it's always going to be.
I gaze at the familiar white door as it opens. I feel my bag being taken off my shoulders, I relax as the weight is lifted from my back. The soft cream sofa moulds to the shape of my slim body as I flop down.
'How you doing?' says a voice from beside me, I turn to look at the black-haired man, he's staring at me with a worried look on his face.
'I'm Ok Billie Joe' I state honestly 'I could be better, I suppose' I smile and close my eyes, taking in the warm surroundings.
' I here your coming on tour with us,'
'Yea, I need to get away from this place,' I mumble tiredly
'I think we all do, too many bad memories,' he nods in agreement while covering me with a blanket. 'I think we'll all sleep down here tonight,'
'Like the old days...' I laugh softly
'Yea, just like the old days!' exclaims Tre striding into the room, closely followed by Mike.
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