Landline (Trillie)

2.)

It's a Thursday.

Today is the day I send a private message to Billie Joe.

My friends dared me to, no matter what the result would be. He would probably ignore it like every other message that came in, begging for a shout out.

I got out my phone and went to the private message section of Instagram, an app I used primarily to stalk him. I took a quick selfie, even the word made me cringe.

It was me with my usual dorky face, this time I was holding up a peace sign. I sent that photo after a few minutes of staring off into nothing then wrote.

"Love your work :-)"

I waited a couple seconds like I was expecting him to write back but of course, he was too busy with his online celebrity life. I closed the app then went to the family room, drinking some coffee from yesterday. It was inside a purple container, with handprints that were greasy. This is what happens when your on a budget.

My phone buzzed and I almost had a heart attack, but then I realized it was only Isabella. The same messy haired Korean woman I came to know and love. She attended all the concerts and was living the highlife with her nurse boyfriend.

I lied down on the couch and pulled the blanket over myself, then flipped through some channels on television. To the cooking network. I then ended up passing out, waking up really confused.

Checking my phone, nothing. I laughed at myself, how in the world would he even see my message? It was so childish, even I had to admit.