This is my life now. Living with Billie Joe Armstrong and his family.

Part 6

After driving for what seemed to be hours. I arrived at the place I've been going to since 9th grade. I walked up to the run down almost abandoned looking house and walked in the front door. Music was playing at a loud but not too crazy volume, and my best girlfriend Nikki was sitting in the kitchen behind a very small wooden table. To her right is a mirror with white powder that we know all too well. There is also a bowl (aloso known as a pipe) to smoke weed and two medicine bottles filled each halfway with different looking pills.

"Finally you're here! I haven't seen you for like a week!" She said nonchalantly her red eyes barely open. I sat down next to her. "Yeah well my biological "dad" died and now I live with his friend and his family. I finally have people who love me."

"This calls for a celebration!" She gave me a rolled up dollar bill and pushed the mirror toward me. "Ugh it's been so long." I put the bill to my nose and took a deep breath following the line of powder.

I tilted my head back a little, "Fuck." I said loudly. I looked over to Nikki, she pullled up her the sleeve of her shirt and tied a piece of elastic tightly above the bend of her elbow. She opened what looked to be an old cigarette box in front of her. From the box she took out a metal spoon, lighter and white powder in a small plastic bag.

I took the bowl sitting in between us and packed it with dope. Nikki injected herself with the melted heroine from the spoon. I felt myself tense up. To calm my self I took another hit form the bowl.

~After 4 and a half bowls of weed, 3 lines of coke, and 2 different pills later.~

FUCK.

I've never been this fucked up before. Nikki is passed out asleep on the couch leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"This is my life now" I said into the loneliness of the house. I finished my last bowl of weed making it my 5th. At this point I can barely function. My eyes dry, almost closed and probably red.

I looked around taking in my surroundings. Smoke filled the air in beautiful white swirls throughout the house, the window behind me showed the full moon high in the night sky. White powder mixed with dirt spread the floor from years built up. It was beautiful and tragic at the same time.

Well tonight was fun, I thought. I got up from the lonely table carefully as the ground felt as if it were to crumble at any time. I started making my way out of the door when it hit me. I'm just like my father.
All of this time I thought he was such a piece of shit for all of the things he's done, but when it come down to it, I'm not much better than him.

A junkie. A piece of shit person. A fuck up.

All of these thoughts flood my mind as I walked out of the house and into my car. I can't drive like this. I can barely walk.

I got out my phone from my back pocket and with difficultly, called the only person I think wouldn't judge me.

Mr. Sebastian Mueller.

"Baby?" He asked in a low raspy voice.

"Uh ah yeah I- uh I don't, uh" was all that came out of my mouth.

"Baby? Again? Where are you?" He asked slightly angry.

"Uh hm I-I willll send itttt" I slurred.

"I'll be there in a second. Don't go anywhere!" He said.

We both hung up.

I went through my contacts on my phone and clicked on Seb's name. Then clicked 'Share my location' option.

After around 30 minutes or so, I don't really know how long it was time just kinda left me sitting in space, There was a knock on my window. My head felt 100 times heavier than before and my neck was stiff from being in the same position for a long time. I very slowly looked over to the noise coming from outside my window. Sebastian.

A look of gilt and caution spread across his face. This wasn't the first time I had to call him to save me from a drug binge. I opened the door of my car and felt the cold air whip my tangled hair from my face. I slowly got out of the car feeling the ground under me to be stable. Seb came to my side to help me to his car, he kissed me on the check and said nothing. He understands why I turn to drugs; he does the same thing, for the same reason; to be happy.

I sat down in his car and he did the same. The radio was playing an old Grateful Dead song. Listening to music when you're high is the best thing on planet. When you do this it feels like you are totally engrossed in the song. You feel the music in a much greater level that you never knew exists.

After a few minutes we arrived at Seb's house. I got out of the car carefully and he was watching me to make sure I didn't hurt myself, we walked into his small apartment. I was coming down from my high relatively quick.

He had little furniture but everything was clean, which is surprising considering this man is in a punk band. He led me to turn right and opened a door to his bedroom. There was a closet and a bed next to a window. Simple but it did the job. I sat on the bed while Seb looked through his closet. He looked at me with a shirt that was much too big for me in his hands. "You can sleep in this" he handed it to me and turned around for me to change.

"You've seen my naked before asshole." I said jokingly.
"Okay but your my best friend and high, I'm not going to look." He said respectfully.

I stood up from the bed and began to take off my clothes leaving my in my underwear bottoms. I put on the huge t-shirt that stops in the middle of my thigh.

"You can turn around now." I said to Seb.
He looked my up and down. "Okay you can sleep here I'll take the couch."
"You can sleep with me?" I said more of a question.

He looked at me questionably, "I'm not that high anymore, we've slept together before." I said, he shrugged and began to take off his shirt. I got under the covers as he took off his pants. He got under the blankets and laid down beside me on his back. I snuggled up to him with my head on his chest. Seb wrapped his arms around my petite body moving us both together.

"Goodnight baby" seb whispered into the dark.

"Goodnight love"