Remember Me? (Sequel to Soda Pop and Ritalin), chapter 2
"But Billie, hunny, what will the press think?"
"Probably 'Another one of Billie Joe Armstrong's break ups,' but I don't care, I want you out of this house by 5:00pm," Billie said whilst rushing about and packing up Josie's things and putting them in her suitcase. Josie tried putting her hand on Billie's arm but he turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. Hers light blue with a tint of grey, his red and filled with anger.
"Out by 5 or I'm calling the police." When he had said this he turned around and stormed out of the house, grabbing his coat and hat and slamming the door behind him.
He continued walking until he didn't know where he was anymore and sat down on a free bench. His head fell into his hands as he started to cry, making his eyes sting. He wiped the tears has he heard a bunch of people walking past. One of them stopped and looked at him then asked, "Are you Billie Joe Armstrong?"
He sighed.
"Yes I am."
"Holy shit! I knew it! Would you mind taking a picture?"
"Umm, no, not at all," he lied, hiding all sense of irritation. He smiled and let the girl take a picture then after they had left he sat himself under a tree and fell asleep. He hadn't slept for days so this felt like his opportunity.
**
He woke up to the rain hitting his soft face.
He got up then walked to the nearest café and waited until it had stopped. He slowly made his way home and when he arrived he shouted for Josie, but she had already left. He sighed with relief then walked into the kitchen and got out a bottle of vodka. He took a huge gulp, making him pinch his face together. Then he threw the hat and coat at the hook and sat down in front of the TV.
**
Two hours had come and gone and by now he was lying passed out on the sofa with an empty vodka bottle in his hand. He woke up to a banging on the door.
"I'm armed!" he shouted as he shot straight up and looked around. At first it didn't seem familiar but after a while he remembered where he was.
"What?" he heard Mike's muffled voice say behind the front door.
Billie groaned inwardly.
"I'm just coming!" he shouted at him then stumbled up to the door and opened it.
"Hi, I was just... what the hell happened to you?"
Billie's hair was messy and unwashed, his long-sleeved blue and black tee-shirt was dirty, his breath stunk of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot and tired looking.
"Me and Josie broke up," he said with no emotion in his voice or face.
"Are you ok?"
"Never been better." He sighed then walked slowly into the kitchen, sat down at the table and banged his head on it a few times before resting it there.
"You sure? You look pretty rough, Bill."
Billie mumbled something about her and his bed or something. Mike listened closely but could hardly here Billie Joe as he lay with his head on the table with his hands around it.
"What?" he said, giving up all chance of understanding him.
"I said, I caught her having sex in my bed with Peter!" he shouted at him.
"You mean her 'just friends' friend Peter?"
"Yup."
"Ouch! Sorry for making you repeat it."
"That's ok, you didn't know. We weren't that close anyway, I was waiting for something like that to happen."
"I never liked her much." Mike smiled. Billie chuckled slightly then said, "So, anyway, what did you come here for?"
"Well, me and Vanessa are going to New York in a week and I've got 2 tickets left. I've already given Tre and Hayli theirs, and I was wondering if you guys wanted to come. But now I guess it's just you who's coming."
There was a pause for a moment whilst Billie was thinking things over.
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
"Cool. I'm gonna go now, but I'll ring you later about the trip and stuff, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alrighty then, see ya!"
Mike walked out into the hall then out of the door slamming it behind him. Billie looked up at the fridge for a second then banged his head down again but this time harder. He got up and reached for the phone then dialed the number for his therapist.
"Hi, it's Billie Joe here, I was wondering if you have any spaces left today? Oh great. I'll see you then. Ok. Bye bye."
He put down the phone, ran his fingers through his hair then poured himself a glass of whisky.
**
"So what was it that you wanted to talk about?" Elena, his therapist asked.
"Well, lately, I've been having these dreams about a girl. She's very beautiful but she doesn't have a name. She keeps cropping up in the dreams and she always looks the same, the same brown wavy hair, the same long slender body, the same everything. She reminds me of someone I've met, but I can't place who it could be. She's everything I've always wanted. Yet whenever, in my dream that is, I try to speak or communicate with her she just starts running away from me. But first she sort of smiles which makes her look like an angel."
"I see."
"Then she'll stop and smile at me again and that's when I realize were on a cliff and she falls with her arms out, off the cliff."
"I see, and then what happens?"
"Well, I try to grab her of course, but my hand just goes through her hand like she was some sort of ghost, like she wasn't there and then I wake up. Usually in a cold sweat."
"How often do these dreams occur?"
Billie laughed slightly at his own answer. "All the time. Every single dream I have she is always in it. I never get enough sleep because of it."
"Indeed. What I would recommend is for you to try and figure out who this woman is. What the dreams are obviously trying to tell you is that this person is the one you're meant to be with, or a ghost from the past."
Billie looked at Elena from the leather couch he was sitting on. She wore a black suit and pointy shoes. Her hair was neatly put up into a bun and her brown glasses were on the tip of her nose looking down at him. He felt quite intimidated when she did this but he didn't want to say anything.
"Well, I already know that. I came here so that you could help me with that. But thanks anyway." He got up and put his hat and coat on. After having shook her hand, he walked out into the hall, into the elevator, out of the elevator, into the reception room and out onto the street. He took a deep breath and walked home.
"Probably 'Another one of Billie Joe Armstrong's break ups,' but I don't care, I want you out of this house by 5:00pm," Billie said whilst rushing about and packing up Josie's things and putting them in her suitcase. Josie tried putting her hand on Billie's arm but he turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. Hers light blue with a tint of grey, his red and filled with anger.
"Out by 5 or I'm calling the police." When he had said this he turned around and stormed out of the house, grabbing his coat and hat and slamming the door behind him.
He continued walking until he didn't know where he was anymore and sat down on a free bench. His head fell into his hands as he started to cry, making his eyes sting. He wiped the tears has he heard a bunch of people walking past. One of them stopped and looked at him then asked, "Are you Billie Joe Armstrong?"
He sighed.
"Yes I am."
"Holy shit! I knew it! Would you mind taking a picture?"
"Umm, no, not at all," he lied, hiding all sense of irritation. He smiled and let the girl take a picture then after they had left he sat himself under a tree and fell asleep. He hadn't slept for days so this felt like his opportunity.
**
He woke up to the rain hitting his soft face.
He got up then walked to the nearest café and waited until it had stopped. He slowly made his way home and when he arrived he shouted for Josie, but she had already left. He sighed with relief then walked into the kitchen and got out a bottle of vodka. He took a huge gulp, making him pinch his face together. Then he threw the hat and coat at the hook and sat down in front of the TV.
**
Two hours had come and gone and by now he was lying passed out on the sofa with an empty vodka bottle in his hand. He woke up to a banging on the door.
"I'm armed!" he shouted as he shot straight up and looked around. At first it didn't seem familiar but after a while he remembered where he was.
"What?" he heard Mike's muffled voice say behind the front door.
Billie groaned inwardly.
"I'm just coming!" he shouted at him then stumbled up to the door and opened it.
"Hi, I was just... what the hell happened to you?"
Billie's hair was messy and unwashed, his long-sleeved blue and black tee-shirt was dirty, his breath stunk of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot and tired looking.
"Me and Josie broke up," he said with no emotion in his voice or face.
"Are you ok?"
"Never been better." He sighed then walked slowly into the kitchen, sat down at the table and banged his head on it a few times before resting it there.
"You sure? You look pretty rough, Bill."
Billie mumbled something about her and his bed or something. Mike listened closely but could hardly here Billie Joe as he lay with his head on the table with his hands around it.
"What?" he said, giving up all chance of understanding him.
"I said, I caught her having sex in my bed with Peter!" he shouted at him.
"You mean her 'just friends' friend Peter?"
"Yup."
"Ouch! Sorry for making you repeat it."
"That's ok, you didn't know. We weren't that close anyway, I was waiting for something like that to happen."
"I never liked her much." Mike smiled. Billie chuckled slightly then said, "So, anyway, what did you come here for?"
"Well, me and Vanessa are going to New York in a week and I've got 2 tickets left. I've already given Tre and Hayli theirs, and I was wondering if you guys wanted to come. But now I guess it's just you who's coming."
There was a pause for a moment whilst Billie was thinking things over.
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
"Cool. I'm gonna go now, but I'll ring you later about the trip and stuff, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Alrighty then, see ya!"
Mike walked out into the hall then out of the door slamming it behind him. Billie looked up at the fridge for a second then banged his head down again but this time harder. He got up and reached for the phone then dialed the number for his therapist.
"Hi, it's Billie Joe here, I was wondering if you have any spaces left today? Oh great. I'll see you then. Ok. Bye bye."
He put down the phone, ran his fingers through his hair then poured himself a glass of whisky.
**
"So what was it that you wanted to talk about?" Elena, his therapist asked.
"Well, lately, I've been having these dreams about a girl. She's very beautiful but she doesn't have a name. She keeps cropping up in the dreams and she always looks the same, the same brown wavy hair, the same long slender body, the same everything. She reminds me of someone I've met, but I can't place who it could be. She's everything I've always wanted. Yet whenever, in my dream that is, I try to speak or communicate with her she just starts running away from me. But first she sort of smiles which makes her look like an angel."
"I see."
"Then she'll stop and smile at me again and that's when I realize were on a cliff and she falls with her arms out, off the cliff."
"I see, and then what happens?"
"Well, I try to grab her of course, but my hand just goes through her hand like she was some sort of ghost, like she wasn't there and then I wake up. Usually in a cold sweat."
"How often do these dreams occur?"
Billie laughed slightly at his own answer. "All the time. Every single dream I have she is always in it. I never get enough sleep because of it."
"Indeed. What I would recommend is for you to try and figure out who this woman is. What the dreams are obviously trying to tell you is that this person is the one you're meant to be with, or a ghost from the past."
Billie looked at Elena from the leather couch he was sitting on. She wore a black suit and pointy shoes. Her hair was neatly put up into a bun and her brown glasses were on the tip of her nose looking down at him. He felt quite intimidated when she did this but he didn't want to say anything.
"Well, I already know that. I came here so that you could help me with that. But thanks anyway." He got up and put his hat and coat on. After having shook her hand, he walked out into the hall, into the elevator, out of the elevator, into the reception room and out onto the street. He took a deep breath and walked home.
