Dear Whatsername (an old journal was all that was left), chapter 3
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
Layla wanted to visit New York... I wonder if she ever made it to the big apple.
Billie roamed the streets of New York for a couple of hours. Reading the diary brought back many memories. He remember the first day he met her...
"Hey cool guitar" a 10 year old Layla said.
"Thanks! My dad just gave it to me" Billie said admiring his new possession. "Hey are you knew here?"
"What... Oh yeah I just moved here with my mom." she said looking at the guitar.
"Oh where's your dad?"
"Well... My dad died when I was 5," she said looking down on at her feet.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I don't know what I would do with out my dad... I'm Billie Joe by the way,"
"I'm Layla, nice to meet you Billie,"
"Hey you want to come over my house! My dad said he would teach me how to play and I'm sure he could teach you too!" A very excited Billie Joe said.
"Okay, I always wanted to learn!" The two little kids started walking away from Christie Road to Billie's house.
Ever since then, Billie and Layla had been inseparable. Mr. Armstrong became the dad that Layla was always searching for, and Layla became another daughter to Mr. Armstrong. And then when Mr. Armstrong died... It was really hard times for both of them.
'"Billie...," Layla whispered as she went inside Billie's room.
There was no answer but still Layla approached him.. They were both sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window. The sun was just about to set as Layla put her arm around him. They didn't move for hours, both just sitting there digesting the news that Mr. Armstrong, would only be but a memory, that will never be forgotten.
Mr. Armstrong passing away only brought Layla and Billie more close to each other They seem to share an unbreakable bond, that no one understood, not even them. Then later on during the year they met another misfit called Mike. Mike also become very close to both kids, and he was the only one who notice Billie and Layla's love. Of course every time he mentioned it, they would both dismiss it with a laughter, when deep inside they wanted to let each other know their feelings.
"Aghh," Billie sighed as he got up from the bench and fished out a cigarette. He started walking around Central Park, when he saw her. Billie stopped dead on his tracks, and then as he saw her turning the corner he ran after her.
"LAYLA!" he screamed," Layla... Wait stop!" He ranned bumping into everyone as he approached her.
Why doesn't she turn! Did she already forget about me.
As he catched up to her, he soon realized that it wasn't the women he was looking for.
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were someone else" he said very embarrassed.
"Its okay... Hey " She said looking very closely at him." Wow your Billie Joe!"
Oh great! Just what I needed I right now!.
"Yeah.. I'm guessing you're a fan then..."
"Yea... Ever since Dookie hit the store, I've been listing to you guys"
"Oh that's cool... How did you start listening to us?"
"Well I had this friend named Lay, just the name you were calling me right now, who was a big fan. She always use to say that she knew you guys"
"Oh that's nice.." He replied not really paying attention.
"Yeah well it was nice meeting you. I have to go to work at the Coffee Shop," she said as she walked away.
"Fuck you're a true idiot Billie!" he said to himself as he made his way back to his dirty apartment. "A true fucken American IDIOT!
A couple of hours later Billie was to drunk to function, and he started screaming his ass of as the phone rang.
"Whoo fuck this...."
"Wow! It seems someone is taking to much of "mommy's potion"
"TRE! What the fuck you wantttt"
"Just wanted to say hi..... Since someone has been to busy drinking himself to a coma"
"People don't get comas form drinking you idiot! Now I gotta go read the journal."
"Wait! You keep a journal? And you call me immature!" he said as Billie hung up the phone. It took him awhile to find the journal, but as soon as he found it he started reading
Dear Whatsername,
Its been a month since I last spoken to you. Its also a month since I've seen Tre, Mike and Billie. Tre and Mike have called, but I never answer and when they came over the day after my birthday I didn't bother to go downstairs. I miss them so much! But its better this way. I just arrived from another doctor appointment, and so it seems like I'm starting to fade away.
I'm so tired of taking all these medicine and now I have to start taking chemotherapy every week.. You know what the worst part is! School starts tomorrow and my mom is making me go. I mean what's the point! I seriously don't have any future, but I feel like my mom still has hope... that the treatment will work and that I would be okay.
But who is she trying to kid! It hasn't been more than 2 months since we found out and I'm already feeling like shit! I guess my mom doesn't want to lose me, like she did with dad. But I have decided that I'm not going to give up! I'm going to fight this and it the end we will see who will take over. Me or my death wish...
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
Layla wanted to visit New York... I wonder if she ever made it to the big apple.
Billie roamed the streets of New York for a couple of hours. Reading the diary brought back many memories. He remember the first day he met her...
"Hey cool guitar" a 10 year old Layla said.
"Thanks! My dad just gave it to me" Billie said admiring his new possession. "Hey are you knew here?"
"What... Oh yeah I just moved here with my mom." she said looking at the guitar.
"Oh where's your dad?"
"Well... My dad died when I was 5," she said looking down on at her feet.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I don't know what I would do with out my dad... I'm Billie Joe by the way,"
"I'm Layla, nice to meet you Billie,"
"Hey you want to come over my house! My dad said he would teach me how to play and I'm sure he could teach you too!" A very excited Billie Joe said.
"Okay, I always wanted to learn!" The two little kids started walking away from Christie Road to Billie's house.
Ever since then, Billie and Layla had been inseparable. Mr. Armstrong became the dad that Layla was always searching for, and Layla became another daughter to Mr. Armstrong. And then when Mr. Armstrong died... It was really hard times for both of them.
'"Billie...," Layla whispered as she went inside Billie's room.
There was no answer but still Layla approached him.. They were both sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window. The sun was just about to set as Layla put her arm around him. They didn't move for hours, both just sitting there digesting the news that Mr. Armstrong, would only be but a memory, that will never be forgotten.
Mr. Armstrong passing away only brought Layla and Billie more close to each other They seem to share an unbreakable bond, that no one understood, not even them. Then later on during the year they met another misfit called Mike. Mike also become very close to both kids, and he was the only one who notice Billie and Layla's love. Of course every time he mentioned it, they would both dismiss it with a laughter, when deep inside they wanted to let each other know their feelings.
"Aghh," Billie sighed as he got up from the bench and fished out a cigarette. He started walking around Central Park, when he saw her. Billie stopped dead on his tracks, and then as he saw her turning the corner he ran after her.
"LAYLA!" he screamed," Layla... Wait stop!" He ranned bumping into everyone as he approached her.
Why doesn't she turn! Did she already forget about me.
As he catched up to her, he soon realized that it wasn't the women he was looking for.
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were someone else" he said very embarrassed.
"Its okay... Hey " She said looking very closely at him." Wow your Billie Joe!"
Oh great! Just what I needed I right now!.
"Yeah.. I'm guessing you're a fan then..."
"Yea... Ever since Dookie hit the store, I've been listing to you guys"
"Oh that's cool... How did you start listening to us?"
"Well I had this friend named Lay, just the name you were calling me right now, who was a big fan. She always use to say that she knew you guys"
"Oh that's nice.." He replied not really paying attention.
"Yeah well it was nice meeting you. I have to go to work at the Coffee Shop," she said as she walked away.
"Fuck you're a true idiot Billie!" he said to himself as he made his way back to his dirty apartment. "A true fucken American IDIOT!
A couple of hours later Billie was to drunk to function, and he started screaming his ass of as the phone rang.
"Whoo fuck this...."
"Wow! It seems someone is taking to much of "mommy's potion"
"TRE! What the fuck you wantttt"
"Just wanted to say hi..... Since someone has been to busy drinking himself to a coma"
"People don't get comas form drinking you idiot! Now I gotta go read the journal."
"Wait! You keep a journal? And you call me immature!" he said as Billie hung up the phone. It took him awhile to find the journal, but as soon as he found it he started reading
Dear Whatsername,
Its been a month since I last spoken to you. Its also a month since I've seen Tre, Mike and Billie. Tre and Mike have called, but I never answer and when they came over the day after my birthday I didn't bother to go downstairs. I miss them so much! But its better this way. I just arrived from another doctor appointment, and so it seems like I'm starting to fade away.
I'm so tired of taking all these medicine and now I have to start taking chemotherapy every week.. You know what the worst part is! School starts tomorrow and my mom is making me go. I mean what's the point! I seriously don't have any future, but I feel like my mom still has hope... that the treatment will work and that I would be okay.
But who is she trying to kid! It hasn't been more than 2 months since we found out and I'm already feeling like shit! I guess my mom doesn't want to lose me, like she did with dad. But I have decided that I'm not going to give up! I'm going to fight this and it the end we will see who will take over. Me or my death wish...
