Dear Whatsername (an old journal was all that was left), chapter 6
Billie awoke with his usual hang over. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. The City of New York was fill with people and cars trying to make their way through the traffic. Billie was in desperate need of coffee, so he went in to the closest coffee shop he could find. It was a small unique coffee shop, adorned with pictures of customers drinking their coffees. He was next in line when a picture caught his sight. It was Layla! There she was drinking her coffee, she was smiling but her eyes were full of sadness.
"Can I help you sir?"
Still he kept staring at her. She looked so different. Her skin was very pale, and her once long hair was now very short.
"Sir, if you're not getting anything, would you please be so kind as to move and let the next person pass.
Billie Joe seemed unable to move, as many thoughts ran through his head.
I can't believe she made it? Is she here now?
"Billie.... is everything all right?" it was the same girl Billie had met at the park a couple of days ago.
"What... oh yeah," he said taking his eyes of the picture. For some reason he felt he needed to get away from there fast.
Screw the coffee he thought as he rushed out the door. He felt as though he was about to get a panic attack
"Oh fuck no.... I haven't had one in a long time! Not here, not no..."
He walked for a couple of minutes to let his anxiety pass. As he started feeling better, he kept thinking...
I'm the son of rage and love,
The Jesus of suburbia,
Seeing the picture for some reason made Billie feel very uneasy. He thought Layla had died, but now he thought she was here, here in New York. That made him feel happy, but what was he suppose to do if he saw her? He's married after all, happily married too.
I still would really like to see Layla one more time.....Fuck, I really need to talk to Mike.
Back in California, Mike was sitting in the studio all by himself when his cell phone rang.
"Hi Billie, how's New York treating you?"
"Shit Mike, there so much shit going on." Billie said with a tiring voice.
"Well tell me about this shit that's going on,"
"Man I'm being serious! If I needed sarcasm I would had called Tre."
"Billie calm down, I was just kidding, what happened?
"Well first of all, do you remember Layla?"
Now it was Mike who froze in his spot. He hadn't heard about Layla in so long.
"Hello are you there?"
"What.. Oh yeah. You surprise me there. OF course I remember her.... what happened?" Mike said sounding a bit scared. Did he finally know after all these years.
"The first day I arrived here I found her journal in one of my old suitcase. Which was us fucking weird, cuz I remember throwing it away when you gave it to me. So anyways I've been reading and I have found out so much shit you know and now I don't know if I should keep reading it...."
Mike didn't know what to say. It was him who retrieved the journal from the trash and stashed it in Billie's suitcase. Layla made him promise to give Billie the journal. She wanted Billie to know what really happened. But Mike didn't know if he should tell him.
"Billie, all I could say is if the journal made it's way back to you, it must be for a reason. You started reading it, and I think it's only fair that you finish it. It might answer all the questions you have regarding Layla."
"It has! Dude if you only knew!" Billie said sounding sad
"I do know. Billie." Mike said. He couldn't keep hiding this from his best friend.
"What! Have you known all long?!"
"Billie, you have to listen." Mike said.
"Answer my question Mike."
"Yes Billie, me and Tre have known all along, but you have to listen...." Mike wasn't able to finish as Billie started screaming
"How could you guys? Fuck! All this time I was thinking she never loved me, and fuck you know how bad I treated her!
"Billie Layla didn't want you to know. She was hoping she might..
"FUCK YOU Mike! What a friend you are!" Billie said as he hanged up the phone...
Billie grabbed the journal and started reading...
Dear Whatsername,
I just arrived from chemo. So tired...
"Can I help you sir?"
Still he kept staring at her. She looked so different. Her skin was very pale, and her once long hair was now very short.
"Sir, if you're not getting anything, would you please be so kind as to move and let the next person pass.
Billie Joe seemed unable to move, as many thoughts ran through his head.
I can't believe she made it? Is she here now?
"Billie.... is everything all right?" it was the same girl Billie had met at the park a couple of days ago.
"What... oh yeah," he said taking his eyes of the picture. For some reason he felt he needed to get away from there fast.
Screw the coffee he thought as he rushed out the door. He felt as though he was about to get a panic attack
"Oh fuck no.... I haven't had one in a long time! Not here, not no..."
He walked for a couple of minutes to let his anxiety pass. As he started feeling better, he kept thinking...
I'm the son of rage and love,
The Jesus of suburbia,
Seeing the picture for some reason made Billie feel very uneasy. He thought Layla had died, but now he thought she was here, here in New York. That made him feel happy, but what was he suppose to do if he saw her? He's married after all, happily married too.
I still would really like to see Layla one more time.....Fuck, I really need to talk to Mike.
Back in California, Mike was sitting in the studio all by himself when his cell phone rang.
"Hi Billie, how's New York treating you?"
"Shit Mike, there so much shit going on." Billie said with a tiring voice.
"Well tell me about this shit that's going on,"
"Man I'm being serious! If I needed sarcasm I would had called Tre."
"Billie calm down, I was just kidding, what happened?
"Well first of all, do you remember Layla?"
Now it was Mike who froze in his spot. He hadn't heard about Layla in so long.
"Hello are you there?"
"What.. Oh yeah. You surprise me there. OF course I remember her.... what happened?" Mike said sounding a bit scared. Did he finally know after all these years.
"The first day I arrived here I found her journal in one of my old suitcase. Which was us fucking weird, cuz I remember throwing it away when you gave it to me. So anyways I've been reading and I have found out so much shit you know and now I don't know if I should keep reading it...."
Mike didn't know what to say. It was him who retrieved the journal from the trash and stashed it in Billie's suitcase. Layla made him promise to give Billie the journal. She wanted Billie to know what really happened. But Mike didn't know if he should tell him.
"Billie, all I could say is if the journal made it's way back to you, it must be for a reason. You started reading it, and I think it's only fair that you finish it. It might answer all the questions you have regarding Layla."
"It has! Dude if you only knew!" Billie said sounding sad
"I do know. Billie." Mike said. He couldn't keep hiding this from his best friend.
"What! Have you known all long?!"
"Billie, you have to listen." Mike said.
"Answer my question Mike."
"Yes Billie, me and Tre have known all along, but you have to listen...." Mike wasn't able to finish as Billie started screaming
"How could you guys? Fuck! All this time I was thinking she never loved me, and fuck you know how bad I treated her!
"Billie Layla didn't want you to know. She was hoping she might..
"FUCK YOU Mike! What a friend you are!" Billie said as he hanged up the phone...
Billie grabbed the journal and started reading...
Dear Whatsername,
I just arrived from chemo. So tired...
