A Good Day to Remember (unedited)

Chapter Eleven - May 24th, 2019 - Sebastien

I think something's wrong with Mollie. She's been distancing herself, and I'm really worried. She's been way more spacy than normal. I'm honestly worried.

She hasn't talked to me much since Prom. Since I went and did shit with Megann and Michael and Ryder and all of them. I think I ruined her trust.

Of course, what I did do was a terrible thing. I left Mollie and Dreams of the Dead to go do drugs, which I haven't done in ages. I feel terrible for doing it, but I was frustrated. And felt lied to. I didn't know that juch shit happened between Trevor and Mollie, and I don't think that she was planning on telling me about it.

I relapsed. I know how Mollie felt, now. When she relapsed when she used to hurt herself. I know how she feels now. I understand.

It's not something that I wanted to know what it felt like.

I didn't want to know what it means to relapse. I wanted to quit and be done, but that's not how it works. I know that now. I should've figured it out before, but I didn't. I should've figured it out when Mollie kept relapsing, but I didn't.

I didn't understand.

And tonight's her last concert in town.

She's leaving in three months. In three months, she'll be in Missoula, she's going to University of Montana, and will be trying to forget everybody.

Dreams of the Dead is going to do one last thing to try to convince her to come back, but I don't know if it's going to work. It was Jasper's idea.

We're at Dutch Bros at the moment, to get her a coffee so she'll make it through the day. We're in Jasper's little car, which I'm pretty sure is a nicer version of "The Shitty Chevy".

"Can I please get a blended nine-one-one breve and an iced black forest mocha?" Jasper orders his drink and Mollie's drink. "What does everybody else want?"

"I'll have an iced vanilla latte and Blake," who is not with us, he's at Jazz, getting them set up for our last attempt to get Mollie to want to come back, "wants an iced dark chocolate mocha, with whipped cream." I say, running my fingers through my hair, making it stick up.

And then Jordan orders the same thing as Blake.

We're on our way to setting up the band room before school so we can play "If Only For Memories" by Streetlight Manifesto. It's one of Mollie's favorite songs.

"What sizes for all of those?" The woman in the window asks.

"A twenty-ounce for the nine-one-one, a sixteen-ounce for everything else."

Of course we're getting Mollie the biggest size. I mean, she won't be too mad about it. She loves large coffees. She always constantly drinks twenty-ounce Dutch coffees. She's also constantly drinking coffee, so a twenty-ounce is normal.

Honestly, twenty-ounce is probably a small for her. I know she's definitely addicted to coffee. I mean, it's better than other things that she could be addicted to.

It's better than the things she used to be addicted to.

We get to the band room at about seven-fifty. There was optional jazz practice today, and we made sure that Blake went to get the kids together in order to do this.

Liszt is going to be pissed when Mollie shows up in his band room again. Mollie's made sure to piss him off at every opportunity possible.

She's so spiteful; I love her.

She's currently up in her dad's room, Blake said. It's thirty minutes until class starts and so Blake is going to run up to Emory's room and grab her at eight.