All He has Now is a Memory to Date, chapter 1
It was a normal day for 21 year old Aleita Richards. She woke up to see her boyfriend, Josh Manning, passed out next to her. She had her normal breakfast, a plain bagel with butter, and some coffee.
Once she finished her breakfast, Aleita drove off in her black Chevy to go to Rave Records, the CD shop. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's one of the most famous records stores in Berkley. Anyway, she opened up the shop, and began her day. She worked almost the whole day. Well, at least from nine to three. It didn't pay much, but enough to get groceries. So her boyfriend was supposed to pay the bills. It was the deal made when they bought their house. She would buy the groceries and things like that, while Josh would pay all the bills. He had a job at the local bank, which had given him a nice salary. But he was fired because he never did anything productive. Josh told Aleita the he would look for another job, but he never did.
Aleita finished off her day and drove home. Her day was normal. She hoped her day stayed normal. But today will change her life forever.
She walked up to her small house with white sidings and dark blue shutters, and opened up the screen door. She pushed in her house key, and walked in, almost tripping over a pile of mail and a pair of combat boots.
"Great, your home!" Josh slurred not too excitingly, keeping his eyes glued to the television.
"Shit, Josh. Did you do anything productive today?" Aleita sighed and took of her sweater and let it fall on a hook on the wall.
"Yeah, I got the mail," Josh pointed to the pile on the ground, with his black finger nails.
Aleita grunted and picked up the messy pile.
"Bills, bills, bills," she walked over to the couch that had been torn and worn out that Josh had been sitting on and tossed the sealed envelops to him. Aleita rolled her eyes when Josh completely ignored her actions. She cursed under her breath, and walked into the kitchen.
"Get me another beer," he yelled over the TV.
"No. Get it yourself," Aleita opened the cupboard and got a glass. She opened the fridge and got some water.
"But you're already there," he screamed.
She sighed. "Fine," she grabbed a bottle of Corona and opened it up. She got a wedge of lime and placed it on the top of the bottle. She trotted out of the kitchen with drinks at hand. "Dipshit," she muttered under her breath. "Here," she handed over the bottle and took a sip from her cup. He looked up to her and she saw his light blue eyes, with his brown hair, long enough to cover his forehead, sort of combed to one side, and she became less tense.
"Thanks," he muttered and rolled his eyes and focused back to the television. Aleita tensed up again.
"Why haven't you looked at the bills yet?" Aleita yelled with one hand on her hip and the other holding her water. "It was part of our deal when we got this house; I buy food, you pay bills."
"Mhm," He replied without looking away from the TV. Aleita snapped her fingers in front of his face and he shook himself out of his trance.
"You're the one with the job," He took a sip of his beer.
"You said that you would find another! Josh, I can't pay the bills and afford food. My salary isn't big enough!"
"Ask for a raise," he took another sip and let out a burp.
"I can't. I've already asked for one this month."
"Oh," he stretched his arms and then put his hands on the back of his head.
"Do you even care if we lose everthing?! If we lose this house, and all of our money?!" Now Aleita was pissed.
"Yeah, sure."
Aleita sighed. "I don't understand you anymore," She placed her cup on the coffee table in front of the couch, where Josh had rested his feet. He was wearing combat boots. She walked towards the front door, grabbed her sweater and walked out without a word. Walking down the steps that led to her front door, she slipped on her sweater. Aleita slid into the drivers seat and turned the engine on. She stepped on the gas pedal, and drove away from her house. Reaching into her pocket, she took out her cell phone. She flipped it open and dialed the number to her sister's house, Kylie. The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
"Hello?" Someone mumbled.
"Kylie! Hey, it's Aleita."
"Hey there, sis," Kylie yawned.
"Just woke up?"
"Yeah. Had a long night since today is my day off," Aleita smiled to herself.
"Fun."
"Mhm. So what's up? Why'd you call?"
"D'you mind if I stayed the night...okay, not just one night...maybe a couple. Josh is being a bum and I can't take it," Aleita sighed.
"Yeah. It's fine with me."
Great! I'm on my way. Thank you so much," Aleita hung up and placed her cell phone on the passenger's seat. After a few minutes, Aleita started humming songs. Then she began singing them. Then her cell phone rang. It was a text message. It said:
Buy another case of beer. We're out. Thanks.
It was from Josh.
Aleita reached a red light, then replied:
You are a fucktard.
She drove off onto the highway. She started to see only a few cars, and then began to see a little more, because it was rush hour.
After fifteen minutes of driving, she saw a car on the side of the highway, with the hood smoking. "Woah, shit," She drove to the side of the highway the car was on. The smoke got darker and heavier, and slowly swayed towards the clouds. She got out of her car, and saw that on the other side of the car that was not facing the highway was completely wrecked. "Oh...shit!" Aleita trotted to the passenger seat, and saw a man that was passed out. "Oh...my," she lifted his head, and saw blood running down one side. His airbags weren't working. His breath got slower. She turned his face towards her and her eyes widened.
She knew who it was.
Everyone knew who it was.
It was Billie Joe Armstrong.
"Oh-oh boy...oh boy...it's Billie Joe. That's not good," Aleita began to panic. But she told herself not to. "Okay...okay...um," she opened up the car door, and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Okay," she lifted him off his seat and began to carry him over to her car. "Damn this guy is heavy," Aleita let Billie's weight lean on her car, as she opened up her passenger's seat door, and shoved her cell phone in her pocket.
Carefully, Aleita pushed Billie Joe in the passenger's seat, and put the seatbelt around him. She closed the door and ran over to the driver's seat and quickly jumped in and restarted the car. She drove off into the highway, speeding towards the exit that led to the nearest hospital. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, so she turned on her CD to relax her.
When I Come Around began to play.
"Okay...Billie Joe...passed out...in my car. Awkward. No Green Day," She turned on the radio and looked over to Billie. "Great. Now blood's all over my car. Wonderful."
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed her sister's number again.
"Hey Kylie? Yeah, it's Alieta. I'm going to be getting there late," Aleita hung up her phone and sped into the exit of the hospital.
Once she finished her breakfast, Aleita drove off in her black Chevy to go to Rave Records, the CD shop. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's one of the most famous records stores in Berkley. Anyway, she opened up the shop, and began her day. She worked almost the whole day. Well, at least from nine to three. It didn't pay much, but enough to get groceries. So her boyfriend was supposed to pay the bills. It was the deal made when they bought their house. She would buy the groceries and things like that, while Josh would pay all the bills. He had a job at the local bank, which had given him a nice salary. But he was fired because he never did anything productive. Josh told Aleita the he would look for another job, but he never did.
Aleita finished off her day and drove home. Her day was normal. She hoped her day stayed normal. But today will change her life forever.
She walked up to her small house with white sidings and dark blue shutters, and opened up the screen door. She pushed in her house key, and walked in, almost tripping over a pile of mail and a pair of combat boots.
"Great, your home!" Josh slurred not too excitingly, keeping his eyes glued to the television.
"Shit, Josh. Did you do anything productive today?" Aleita sighed and took of her sweater and let it fall on a hook on the wall.
"Yeah, I got the mail," Josh pointed to the pile on the ground, with his black finger nails.
Aleita grunted and picked up the messy pile.
"Bills, bills, bills," she walked over to the couch that had been torn and worn out that Josh had been sitting on and tossed the sealed envelops to him. Aleita rolled her eyes when Josh completely ignored her actions. She cursed under her breath, and walked into the kitchen.
"Get me another beer," he yelled over the TV.
"No. Get it yourself," Aleita opened the cupboard and got a glass. She opened the fridge and got some water.
"But you're already there," he screamed.
She sighed. "Fine," she grabbed a bottle of Corona and opened it up. She got a wedge of lime and placed it on the top of the bottle. She trotted out of the kitchen with drinks at hand. "Dipshit," she muttered under her breath. "Here," she handed over the bottle and took a sip from her cup. He looked up to her and she saw his light blue eyes, with his brown hair, long enough to cover his forehead, sort of combed to one side, and she became less tense.
"Thanks," he muttered and rolled his eyes and focused back to the television. Aleita tensed up again.
"Why haven't you looked at the bills yet?" Aleita yelled with one hand on her hip and the other holding her water. "It was part of our deal when we got this house; I buy food, you pay bills."
"Mhm," He replied without looking away from the TV. Aleita snapped her fingers in front of his face and he shook himself out of his trance.
"You're the one with the job," He took a sip of his beer.
"You said that you would find another! Josh, I can't pay the bills and afford food. My salary isn't big enough!"
"Ask for a raise," he took another sip and let out a burp.
"I can't. I've already asked for one this month."
"Oh," he stretched his arms and then put his hands on the back of his head.
"Do you even care if we lose everthing?! If we lose this house, and all of our money?!" Now Aleita was pissed.
"Yeah, sure."
Aleita sighed. "I don't understand you anymore," She placed her cup on the coffee table in front of the couch, where Josh had rested his feet. He was wearing combat boots. She walked towards the front door, grabbed her sweater and walked out without a word. Walking down the steps that led to her front door, she slipped on her sweater. Aleita slid into the drivers seat and turned the engine on. She stepped on the gas pedal, and drove away from her house. Reaching into her pocket, she took out her cell phone. She flipped it open and dialed the number to her sister's house, Kylie. The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
"Hello?" Someone mumbled.
"Kylie! Hey, it's Aleita."
"Hey there, sis," Kylie yawned.
"Just woke up?"
"Yeah. Had a long night since today is my day off," Aleita smiled to herself.
"Fun."
"Mhm. So what's up? Why'd you call?"
"D'you mind if I stayed the night...okay, not just one night...maybe a couple. Josh is being a bum and I can't take it," Aleita sighed.
"Yeah. It's fine with me."
Great! I'm on my way. Thank you so much," Aleita hung up and placed her cell phone on the passenger's seat. After a few minutes, Aleita started humming songs. Then she began singing them. Then her cell phone rang. It was a text message. It said:
Buy another case of beer. We're out. Thanks.
It was from Josh.
Aleita reached a red light, then replied:
You are a fucktard.
She drove off onto the highway. She started to see only a few cars, and then began to see a little more, because it was rush hour.
After fifteen minutes of driving, she saw a car on the side of the highway, with the hood smoking. "Woah, shit," She drove to the side of the highway the car was on. The smoke got darker and heavier, and slowly swayed towards the clouds. She got out of her car, and saw that on the other side of the car that was not facing the highway was completely wrecked. "Oh...shit!" Aleita trotted to the passenger seat, and saw a man that was passed out. "Oh...my," she lifted his head, and saw blood running down one side. His airbags weren't working. His breath got slower. She turned his face towards her and her eyes widened.
She knew who it was.
Everyone knew who it was.
It was Billie Joe Armstrong.
"Oh-oh boy...oh boy...it's Billie Joe. That's not good," Aleita began to panic. But she told herself not to. "Okay...okay...um," she opened up the car door, and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Okay," she lifted him off his seat and began to carry him over to her car. "Damn this guy is heavy," Aleita let Billie's weight lean on her car, as she opened up her passenger's seat door, and shoved her cell phone in her pocket.
Carefully, Aleita pushed Billie Joe in the passenger's seat, and put the seatbelt around him. She closed the door and ran over to the driver's seat and quickly jumped in and restarted the car. She drove off into the highway, speeding towards the exit that led to the nearest hospital. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, so she turned on her CD to relax her.
When I Come Around began to play.
"Okay...Billie Joe...passed out...in my car. Awkward. No Green Day," She turned on the radio and looked over to Billie. "Great. Now blood's all over my car. Wonderful."
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed her sister's number again.
"Hey Kylie? Yeah, it's Alieta. I'm going to be getting there late," Aleita hung up her phone and sped into the exit of the hospital.
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