Jack’s POV

It took Billie Joe Armstrong staying with me for a while, to realize what I was doing to myself. Billie worked on his project a little bit every day. He’d have every meal with me, and it wouldn’t be overwhelming. He did everything he could to make it not scary. His wife who had a cousin, who struggled with an eating disorder, helped him help me.

The first few days were tough, but once we made it through them, something in me began to click. I wanted to get better. By the end of the first week, I had opened up to the idea of wanting to recover. He stayed with me for a total of three months. At the end of the three months, I would return to tour, and he would go home to his wife.

Billie and I got to know each other on a more personal level, and it was pretty cool. He figured out that I loved Alex, what I hated and what I loved. I got to know the man behind the mic and guitar. His use of Y’know, rubbed off on me. He also inspired me to write some more music, I had been so low that I wasn’t motivated to do anything, and he gave me the inspiration to do something. I wrote a song called something’s gotta give. I sent Rian a copy and he loved it, so he shared it with Zack.

The three of us (Zack and RI, and me) got together and worked on making the instrument parts for it. It was a lot of fun. Both of them said I looked good. The time for us to return to tour slowly winded down. The count from 3 months fell to 2 months. 2 months away from tour, I had issues with food. I woke up one morning and just didn’t want to do anything. Billie had it in about 10 minutes. He left and when he came back, he threw weed at me and said, “ Get your bong.” We blazed it for a bit. Once we were done, I was hungry. Billie made us food and then we ate.

It was a month away from tour, meaning I had 30 days left with Billie. I knew I would miss him once he left, I had gotten used to his company. At some point I finally called Vic to see how he was doing. We talked for an hour. He asked how I was doing, I said that I was still healthy and had yet to relapse (he didn’t know that I had gotten so bad and then gotten better) and he said he was happy for me. I missed him terribly, I really did.

He got with this girl she was a redhead. I saw the pictures on line. She was beautiful. Kellin and him didn’t really work out in the end. I was happy that he was happy though. The rest of his band mates (PTV) were all in happy relationships and partying a bit less than they used to, I’m guessing their kidneys and livers are thanking them for that.

As the days I had with Billie winded down, I knew I would miss him a lot more than I thought. Band rehearsals for me start in two weeks, meaning I would be gone more, AND I would have to see Alex. Part of me knew I would always love Alex, but the other part knew it was not meant to be, and with time (and weed) I accepted that. I forgot every stupid fairy tale I ever planned in my head and tried to move on.

Weed and Whiskey became my friends. I only drank when Billie wasn’t around. Facing Alex every day was hard, but I had to get used to it because I would be seeing him 24/7 for the next several months.

By the time Billie left, I had gone from a mere 90 lbs to 94. It was hard, but I wanted to get better. I wanted to be able to walk around and not get tired easy. I wanted to be able to run around the stage and not get dizzy.

Tour came and it came fast. By the second day, I knew that it would be a blast.

Notes

the video for something's gotta give is great!!!XD i watched it minutes after it was posted! the next day i wore a white shirt, a flannel shirt around my waist, vans, and blue jeans to school. i also kinda wore all black eye shadow kinda like how theirs was, except mine was pretty and not zombie. a girl told me i looked like a raccoon. at least like the dark circles under my eyes that my make up covers, prove i can get accepted into a raccoon clan. so take that, bitch. i'm part Raccoon. :P

anywhore, i love you guys!
~Ash