"murder city" by green day is blaring through my head as Jacky and I are on a bus back home, this was a good adventure, we are YouTube famous but nothing has happened.
the highway sign that we just passed says L.A forty miles. tears come to my eyes. I don't even know what to do. Ronnie will no doubt be shocked that I am back but what if he gets mad at me or something? what if he doesn't let me see Jacky anymore? running away was my idea then we both agreed to it.
L.A 20 miles I smiled out the window at the dead looking cloudy los Angeles.
"are you sure you want to do this?" Jacky asked me.
"I-I don't know anymore, of course I want to go home but what we were doing was fun, doing what we love - music a-and being free! we went all over the country and I saw and experienced things that the little adopted girl I used to be never imagined. I think that we should stay out until new years eve, Christmas is too cliché"
Jacky smiled at my response.
"well what are we going to do for a week in L.A if we cant go home?"
"do what we were doing before"
"sing and get money for it?"
"in Hollywood we can go to Hollywood so we stay as far away from Ronnie and your parents as possible"
"I like"
the bus stopped and we are at the right place.
"okay I guess this is what determines our fate" Jacky said and we got off the bus.
"to Hollywood"
"to Hollywood"
after three hours of walking, we found a place to set up. I opened the guitar case which now had our logo of "music of the runaways" on it, an awesome logo if you ask me. I took the guitar out, which now has many random peoples signatures on it since they wanted to be on the guitar that started it all. i think it's awesome.
we played "murder city" "saviour" "break your little heart" "if it means a lot to you" "have faith in me" and "mess of me" we received a couple of dollars and a larger crowd than normal with a good applause. Jacky smiled and I put the guitar back in the case. we walked like a mile and sat down again and played more songs, one of my favorites being "last of the American girls"
"well you guys are pretty good! what do you call yourselves?" I looked up and saw the Billy Joe Armstrong standing before us.
Jacky managed to stutter out "music of the runaways" he laughed at Jacky's sudden difficulty to speak and threw in a fifty dollar bill and started to walk away.
"wait!" I yelled after him and took the sharpie out of my pocket and held out the guitar.
"there is room on the back!"
he signed it and I walked back to Jacky who stared at the new signature as I put the guitar back in the case.
"hotel please" I asked Jacky as it started to get dark and really cold.
"sure but we don't have very much left"
I sighed " I know but we can't go home yet, only six more days"
we walked on the sidewalk and I shivered at the cold.
"cold?"
I nodded my head.
"I'm sure there is a motel around here somewhere" Jacky said.
"well I'm hungry and there is a 711 right there" I said and pointed to the gas station.
"okay we can get something to eat and a bottle of water, maybe we can find a park and sleep in the bathroom"
"maybe but you know how dirty those things are"
"save money or have to go home early"
"save money"
so we found a park with a bathroom it isn't heated but it wasn't cold in there. we ate our disgusting 711 pizza and drank the water. we lay down on the gross floor and went to sleep, just like the night we left.
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Sound Of Madness (a Ronnie Radke fanfiction) •EDITING**
FanfictionReya is not an average girl, her life was flipped upside down when she was five and she has many secrets. Reya does some really insane things; with a guitar and an amazing voice, and many other hidden talents, where will she get?
