Not A Lightyear Away, chapter 1
I pushed open the heavy wooden doors that led into the one and only Gilman Street. I found myself doing this often. I went to Gilman during the best and worst times of my life. It saved me, in a way. Being there became my only escape. The music ran hard through my veins.
The first step into Gilman flooded me with familiar faces and an angry, adolecent vibe. I pushed my way to the front to see who was playing that night. There were 3 guys, one of them being very attractive. He had brown hair and ice blue eyes. I looked into them as he played a heavy riff on his bright red, sticker-plastered guitar. A minute later, a hand tapped my shoulder.
Startled, I whipped around to come face to face with Billie Joe Armstrong- a close friend of mine, and a regular performer at Gilman.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, pulling him into my arms
"It's good to see you, too," he said, smiling. I looked into his eyes- they were a beautiful dark green that sparkled when he'd smile.
"What are you doing after the show?" he asked me.
"Probably nothing... you wanna hang out?" I asked, almost sounding too eager.
"Yeah... hey, is everything alright?" he asked, suddenly becoming serious.
"Uh, yeah, why?" I asked, a bit confused at this point.
"Well, I heard about your dad and all, and I just wanted you to know that I'm here," he said, wrapping his arms around me.
"Wait, what?" I asked, pulling away from his hug.
"You mean you don't know?"
***
Billie led me outside to the curb, where I sat down in disbelief. I tried to take in all the information, but I couldn't. My eyes clouded over with tears, as he tried to explain.
"They found him in an alley, slumped up against the wall, with a slit across his throat. I'm so sorry, Erica. I thought you knew. How did you not know about this?" he asked, his voice trembling.
I broke into sobs again, my face turning even more red from embarrasment. I hated crying in front of Billie. He probably thought I was crazy or something. It only made me feel worse.
Billie sat down beside me and hugged me again. I buried my face in his shoulders. I felt safe in his arms. But that didnt matter. Nothing mattered. I was on my own.
My mom had bipolar disorder, and was a heavy alcoholic. She was put in jail for abusing my little sister, Rae. I never understood what was going on at the time- I was only 11 years old, and Rae was 8. I wanted more than anything for my mom to hurt me, and spare Rae. With my father gone, and my mom in jail, I had no where to live.
"Billie, what am I going to do?" I asked, tears streaking my mascara down my face.
"Everything will be ok. You can stay with me for the night," he assured me. With that, he pulled me in close. I rested my head against his chest, feeling his heart beating soft and slow. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs, and gave me a weak smile.
*BILLIE'S POV.
I hated seeing her so upset. The worst part was that there was nothing I could do to make her feel better. Even though I knew there was nothing that could make things better, I gave it a shot, anyways...
*MY POV.
Billie leaned in, and I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. I kissed him back, and fell into his arms once again. He was just what I needed.
Billie took me to his car and began to drive us home. The rain beat heavily against the car. I watched the droplets fall to the ground, making streaks down the window. Billie laced his fingers through mine. He could tell that I was still crying, even though I was trying to be discreet about it.
When we got home, the first thing I did was hug Billie. I couldn't put into words how I felt- I was so thankful to have him. In response, he took me over to the couch and pulled his body close to mine. I fell asleep in his arms.
*BILLIE'S POV.
I couldn't believe it. I was holding Erica in my arms. The girl that I've loved for years now was right here beside me. I could feel her body rising and falling with each breath she took. After a while, her breathing slowed, and she was asleep.
I was holding the world in my arms, and I was never letting go.
*MY POV.
I woke up to Billie's warmth against my body. When I thought things couldn't get better, memories from the night before came rushing back to my mind. A wave of depression hit me right then, and I started crying.
Billie slowly opened his eyes and saw the tears flowing down my face. I expected him to hug me, but instead, something else happened.
*BILLIE'S POV.
Tears filled up in my eyes. I watched Erica cry, and I couldn't help it. I felt so bad. I knew exactly how she felt. Loosing my dad hurt more than words could describe. It hurt having to see her go through the same thing.
*MY POV.
When Billie started to cry, another wave of saddness hit. I hugged him tightly, and cried into his arms. He stroked my back and kissed my neck, trying to take the pain away. Through it all, I knew one thing for sure.
I loved him.
*BILLIE'S POV.
I held Erica again in my arms, as tight as I could. I only wanted her to have every ounce of me that she could. I gave her my all, and I stayed by her side.
I loved her.
The first step into Gilman flooded me with familiar faces and an angry, adolecent vibe. I pushed my way to the front to see who was playing that night. There were 3 guys, one of them being very attractive. He had brown hair and ice blue eyes. I looked into them as he played a heavy riff on his bright red, sticker-plastered guitar. A minute later, a hand tapped my shoulder.
Startled, I whipped around to come face to face with Billie Joe Armstrong- a close friend of mine, and a regular performer at Gilman.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, pulling him into my arms
"It's good to see you, too," he said, smiling. I looked into his eyes- they were a beautiful dark green that sparkled when he'd smile.
"What are you doing after the show?" he asked me.
"Probably nothing... you wanna hang out?" I asked, almost sounding too eager.
"Yeah... hey, is everything alright?" he asked, suddenly becoming serious.
"Uh, yeah, why?" I asked, a bit confused at this point.
"Well, I heard about your dad and all, and I just wanted you to know that I'm here," he said, wrapping his arms around me.
"Wait, what?" I asked, pulling away from his hug.
"You mean you don't know?"
***
Billie led me outside to the curb, where I sat down in disbelief. I tried to take in all the information, but I couldn't. My eyes clouded over with tears, as he tried to explain.
"They found him in an alley, slumped up against the wall, with a slit across his throat. I'm so sorry, Erica. I thought you knew. How did you not know about this?" he asked, his voice trembling.
I broke into sobs again, my face turning even more red from embarrasment. I hated crying in front of Billie. He probably thought I was crazy or something. It only made me feel worse.
Billie sat down beside me and hugged me again. I buried my face in his shoulders. I felt safe in his arms. But that didnt matter. Nothing mattered. I was on my own.
My mom had bipolar disorder, and was a heavy alcoholic. She was put in jail for abusing my little sister, Rae. I never understood what was going on at the time- I was only 11 years old, and Rae was 8. I wanted more than anything for my mom to hurt me, and spare Rae. With my father gone, and my mom in jail, I had no where to live.
"Billie, what am I going to do?" I asked, tears streaking my mascara down my face.
"Everything will be ok. You can stay with me for the night," he assured me. With that, he pulled me in close. I rested my head against his chest, feeling his heart beating soft and slow. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs, and gave me a weak smile.
*BILLIE'S POV.
I hated seeing her so upset. The worst part was that there was nothing I could do to make her feel better. Even though I knew there was nothing that could make things better, I gave it a shot, anyways...
*MY POV.
Billie leaned in, and I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. I kissed him back, and fell into his arms once again. He was just what I needed.
Billie took me to his car and began to drive us home. The rain beat heavily against the car. I watched the droplets fall to the ground, making streaks down the window. Billie laced his fingers through mine. He could tell that I was still crying, even though I was trying to be discreet about it.
When we got home, the first thing I did was hug Billie. I couldn't put into words how I felt- I was so thankful to have him. In response, he took me over to the couch and pulled his body close to mine. I fell asleep in his arms.
*BILLIE'S POV.
I couldn't believe it. I was holding Erica in my arms. The girl that I've loved for years now was right here beside me. I could feel her body rising and falling with each breath she took. After a while, her breathing slowed, and she was asleep.
I was holding the world in my arms, and I was never letting go.
*MY POV.
I woke up to Billie's warmth against my body. When I thought things couldn't get better, memories from the night before came rushing back to my mind. A wave of depression hit me right then, and I started crying.
Billie slowly opened his eyes and saw the tears flowing down my face. I expected him to hug me, but instead, something else happened.
*BILLIE'S POV.
Tears filled up in my eyes. I watched Erica cry, and I couldn't help it. I felt so bad. I knew exactly how she felt. Loosing my dad hurt more than words could describe. It hurt having to see her go through the same thing.
*MY POV.
When Billie started to cry, another wave of saddness hit. I hugged him tightly, and cried into his arms. He stroked my back and kissed my neck, trying to take the pain away. Through it all, I knew one thing for sure.
I loved him.
*BILLIE'S POV.
I held Erica again in my arms, as tight as I could. I only wanted her to have every ounce of me that she could. I gave her my all, and I stayed by her side.
I loved her.
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