You still remember me after all these years??, chapter 1
"Welcome aboard Flight 158, non-stop from Boston to Berkeley. We are about to take off so could everyone please fasten their seat buckles and..." Yeah, yeah lady...we know we're supposed to buckle up. Flight attendants get on my nerves. This is gonna be a hell of a flight, 7 fucking hours with people that annoy me. I'm just gonna take a nap to kill some time. But I'm too restless to sleep, there's too much to think about.
I just lost the last 2 people that ever meant anything to me. I'm on my way to California to find someone that probably forgot I existed about 10 years ago. I have no place to stay once I arrive in Oakland and not much money. All I have is an address and phone number. And it's not just any old address and phone number. It's Billie Joe Armstrong's address and phone number.
Maybe I should recap because you might be a little confused right now. My name is Jessica Sullivan, but my friends call me Jess or Jessie. I am 16 years old. I was born in Berkeley California. My dad died when I was 4 years old. He was my best friend, besides Joey. Yes, I am talking about Joey Armstrong. My parents grew up with Billie Joe and the 3 of them were best friends. I lived down the street from the Armstongs and life was total bliss until my father died. About 6 months after my father died, my mom met Brad. That's when my life was changed forever.
Brad was from Boston. He and my mom "fell madly in love." They got engaged, and Brad asked her to move to Boston so they could be closer to his family. My mom decided to go. So as you have probably already realized, I was moving to Boston. It was so hard leaving Joey, I know we were only 5, but we were so close that it felt like the world was ending when I had to leave. Anyways, 2 weeks ago my mother got into a fatal car accident. So I was left with no family besides my "beloved" stepfather Brad, because all my grandparents were dead already and I kept no contact with any of my aunts or uncles. Which leads me to why I'm on this plane to California. I'm finally going home! God, I missed it so much. I might even give Billie a call, just to fill him in on my mum's passing, because they were best friends and he would want to know. I found his address and number when I was going through my mom's belongings.
God I'm tired...I'm gonna take that nap now...
"But Jessie, you cant leave me! I wuv you!" a very sad 5 year old Joey said.
"I know, but mommy says I have to go with her and Brad. I HATE BRAD! He made my moomy mean!" I sad as tears began running down my face.
"You can stay wiff me, here. You can't go Jessie!" Joey said, tears coming to his eyes now too.
"I tried to tell mommy but she said I have to go and that I need to stay wiff my own family," I said sniffling.,"But mommy said that I can come back to visit you during the summer."
It's my last day here with Joey before me, mommy, and Brad move to Boston. Were at the playground at our school and our parents are walking around with Jake in his stroller.
"P-p-promise?" Joey stuttered.
"I promise."
"Okay, but I'm gonna m-m-miss you."
"Me too."
Me and Joey just sat there in silence, and then he wrapped his arm around me, as we both continued to sob.
"Jessie, Joey. 5 minutes and then we have to go home." Adrienne announced from the other side of the playground.
"Okay mommy," Joey yelled to his mother.
Both Joey and me stood up, and then we pulled into a hug. We just stood like that for a couple minutes, crying until Adrienne yelled, "Come on guys, time to go home."
Then Joey looked at me and gave me a kiss. But it was an innocent little kiss that meant the world to me. He was my best friend and it was breaking my heart to leave him.
"I wuv you," Joey said.
"Wuv you too Joey. Bye."
"Bye," I got into the car and drove off to the airport.
Wow. I haven't had that dream in years. But why am I wasting my time? He wont remember me. I probably wont even see him. But why cant I stop wondering what my life would've been like if I never moved?
It would've been completely different.
I would've actually had more than one friend and that friend might not have overdosed on drugs and died.
My mother still might be alive now and she might not still be with Brad.
Brad might not have taken off with almost all my inheritance and he might not have made out with another woman at my mother's funeral.
I might not have gotten abused by my step-dad.
I might have been happy.
And you might be a little confused again. Let me help out. After I moved to Boston I had 1 friend. His name was Mike. Me and Mike would do everything together, sometimes we even smoked a couple joints.
However, I had no idea that Mike had been taking injections of Ice and sniffing cocaine when I wasn't around. About 3 moths ago, he was found dead in his bathroom with a needle in his arm and pounds of cocaine stored in his medicine cabinet. That's the end of my only friend in the entire world.
At my mom's funeral, Brad was there with this slutty looking woman. After the funeral, I saw Brad and the woman making out in his car. The next day Brad took off with pretty much all of my mother's money. That's why I have barely any money now. All I have is the money that my mom had put in my college fund: 50,000 dollars. And that money is going to go quickly, between food, clothes, an apartment, and everything else I need.
"We are preparing for our landing. Please gather all your belongings. Thank you for flying Delta Song and have a nice day."
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I just lost the last 2 people that ever meant anything to me. I'm on my way to California to find someone that probably forgot I existed about 10 years ago. I have no place to stay once I arrive in Oakland and not much money. All I have is an address and phone number. And it's not just any old address and phone number. It's Billie Joe Armstrong's address and phone number.
Maybe I should recap because you might be a little confused right now. My name is Jessica Sullivan, but my friends call me Jess or Jessie. I am 16 years old. I was born in Berkeley California. My dad died when I was 4 years old. He was my best friend, besides Joey. Yes, I am talking about Joey Armstrong. My parents grew up with Billie Joe and the 3 of them were best friends. I lived down the street from the Armstongs and life was total bliss until my father died. About 6 months after my father died, my mom met Brad. That's when my life was changed forever.
Brad was from Boston. He and my mom "fell madly in love." They got engaged, and Brad asked her to move to Boston so they could be closer to his family. My mom decided to go. So as you have probably already realized, I was moving to Boston. It was so hard leaving Joey, I know we were only 5, but we were so close that it felt like the world was ending when I had to leave. Anyways, 2 weeks ago my mother got into a fatal car accident. So I was left with no family besides my "beloved" stepfather Brad, because all my grandparents were dead already and I kept no contact with any of my aunts or uncles. Which leads me to why I'm on this plane to California. I'm finally going home! God, I missed it so much. I might even give Billie a call, just to fill him in on my mum's passing, because they were best friends and he would want to know. I found his address and number when I was going through my mom's belongings.
God I'm tired...I'm gonna take that nap now...
"But Jessie, you cant leave me! I wuv you!" a very sad 5 year old Joey said.
"I know, but mommy says I have to go with her and Brad. I HATE BRAD! He made my moomy mean!" I sad as tears began running down my face.
"You can stay wiff me, here. You can't go Jessie!" Joey said, tears coming to his eyes now too.
"I tried to tell mommy but she said I have to go and that I need to stay wiff my own family," I said sniffling.,"But mommy said that I can come back to visit you during the summer."
It's my last day here with Joey before me, mommy, and Brad move to Boston. Were at the playground at our school and our parents are walking around with Jake in his stroller.
"P-p-promise?" Joey stuttered.
"I promise."
"Okay, but I'm gonna m-m-miss you."
"Me too."
Me and Joey just sat there in silence, and then he wrapped his arm around me, as we both continued to sob.
"Jessie, Joey. 5 minutes and then we have to go home." Adrienne announced from the other side of the playground.
"Okay mommy," Joey yelled to his mother.
Both Joey and me stood up, and then we pulled into a hug. We just stood like that for a couple minutes, crying until Adrienne yelled, "Come on guys, time to go home."
Then Joey looked at me and gave me a kiss. But it was an innocent little kiss that meant the world to me. He was my best friend and it was breaking my heart to leave him.
"I wuv you," Joey said.
"Wuv you too Joey. Bye."
"Bye," I got into the car and drove off to the airport.
Wow. I haven't had that dream in years. But why am I wasting my time? He wont remember me. I probably wont even see him. But why cant I stop wondering what my life would've been like if I never moved?
It would've been completely different.
I would've actually had more than one friend and that friend might not have overdosed on drugs and died.
My mother still might be alive now and she might not still be with Brad.
Brad might not have taken off with almost all my inheritance and he might not have made out with another woman at my mother's funeral.
I might not have gotten abused by my step-dad.
I might have been happy.
And you might be a little confused again. Let me help out. After I moved to Boston I had 1 friend. His name was Mike. Me and Mike would do everything together, sometimes we even smoked a couple joints.
However, I had no idea that Mike had been taking injections of Ice and sniffing cocaine when I wasn't around. About 3 moths ago, he was found dead in his bathroom with a needle in his arm and pounds of cocaine stored in his medicine cabinet. That's the end of my only friend in the entire world.
At my mom's funeral, Brad was there with this slutty looking woman. After the funeral, I saw Brad and the woman making out in his car. The next day Brad took off with pretty much all of my mother's money. That's why I have barely any money now. All I have is the money that my mom had put in my college fund: 50,000 dollars. And that money is going to go quickly, between food, clothes, an apartment, and everything else I need.
"We are preparing for our landing. Please gather all your belongings. Thank you for flying Delta Song and have a nice day."
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