There goes my Minnesota girl (The meaning of this song), chapter 1

There goes my Minnesota girl

I laid down on my bed on a humid summer evening exhausted and upset. "It wasn't that bad," I mumbled aloud but it definitely was. "It's over," I carried on, "leave it alone, let it go," but these words only made me feel worse. I cried myself to sleep angry at the world and myself, and I drifted into a deep dark sleep telling its own story...

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Adrienne's Point of View

"Mom I don't feel well," I said one bright afternoon in Minneapolis, Minnesota. "Honey I think you're coming down with the stomach flu," my mom insisted putting a glass of water beside me. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I yelled running to the door like a mad man eager for a visitor. "Um, collecting," the boy at the door, mumbled looking like he just ran a marathon. He had black hair that was drenched in sweat and disheveled and big, nice attractive and piercing green eyes. He looked about sixteen. By this time my mother was already at the door. "Here," she replied handing over a few bills. "Thank you," he said politely turning on a heel and walking ever so slowly to the steps of the porch. "Now Adrienne," my mother said, "go lie down before you drive yourself into a fever!" But instead of going one way I went the other, down the steps and up the driveway but he was too fast for me. "Hey," I yelled grasping for air. He turned to see me in a tank top and yellow penguin pajama pants. My cheeks grew hot. He looked ay me expectantly.

"Um you want to come inside and have a drink or something," I said shyly, secretly hoping he would say yes. "No thanks I have to-," he started but I had grabbed his arm. I wasn't taking no for an answer. "Come on," I cheerfully insisted dragging him up the porch and back through the door. I sat him down on the couch. " Lemonade?" I asked. "Sure," he said smiling. I made my way to the kitchen smiling also. Two minutes later I emerged with two heaping glasses full of lemonade. I handed him one and sat down on the same couch. "Oh yeah, by the way, I'm Adrienne but everyone around this place calls me Adi." "I'm Billie Joe but just Billie is fine," he answered. "This place is really nice," he said glancing at me. "The mess is definitely at its peak," I said laughing, "but every other room in the house is hot." I had a temporary lounge of blankets and movies distributed all over the place. We sat for four hours talking.

He glanced at his watch. He looked me in the eyes and held my gaze and after several moments he finally spoke, "Would you like to watch the sunset?" "Sure," I answered mesmerized. "Shall we?" he said holding out his arm. I laughed as we linked arms and traveled to the door and to the porch swing. Silently we sat and watched the red, orange, yellow and purple rays descending into the horizon until the last of the color was lost into the blue-black transing night sky. I looked over but saw only a silhouette but as my eyes grew used to the dark I realized he had been looking at me too. He stood up and gestured me to as well. He made a mocking bow holding his hand out and whispered, "May I have this dance?" in a self assured tone. "Um we really should be going," I replied through the darkness. "Come Adrienne dance with me," he laughed grabbing my hand and leading me through a dizzying waltz all around the porch until we both collapsed in a heap on the creaking wood. We lied in silence for several moments just catching our breath.

I looked up at just the moment he was looking down and again he held my gaze for a while and then spoke, "Will you go out with me?" And that was that. Date after date and dance after dance we spent every waking moment together.

Billie Joe's Point of View

I have never been so scared in my entire life. With Adrienne in the hospital it feels like my life's on the line not hers. And as I sit hear watching her chest rise up and down brings me more joy than I could ever imagine but I know deep down that one day she won't be here to bring me peace and it pains me greatly to know. I awaited the wake of her passing the time twisting the band on her finger remembering the words I spoke as I gave it to her, "will you marry me?" I stared at her mesmerized by her still stunning beauty and her smile that I will miss most of her, but I was unaware that my jaw was dropped like a fearsome pit bull. "Why are you looking at me like that," she said weakly laughing. "Just remembering," I answered thoughtfully as my eyes were filling with tears. She held out her arms and I laid down softly crying. She whispered, "Things will turn out you'll see." That's another thing I loved about her. Even in the face of death she had a cheerful disposition no matter what. I answered with, "Don't ever leave me."

She said weakly with her last breath, "I'll never leave you, I swear it on my love for you not now and not for all eternity." I felt her heartbeat cease and her grip on my hand loosen and I sobbed into her cold soul stricken body until my body sagged almost as lifeless as hers. The viewing activities took place and the church service was to be held at a nearby church two blocks from her house. The congregation took their seats and the priest briefly paid tribute to her life and sat down for people's remarks. I walked up to the stand and sat my guitar on my leg. I began to play,

"Sitting on the hood of a camaro,
Watching shooting stars across the earth,
Counting all the bites from the mosquitoes,
There goes my Minnesota girl,

Lazy days,
Gone without notice,
In a daze,
With faraway eyes,

Driving to a closed spot Wednesday afternoon,
There goes my Minnesota girl,

In a daze,
Gone without notice,
Lazy days,
With faraway eyes,
Counting from the pieces we have been through,
Here comes my Minnesota girl,
There goes my Minnesota girl."

Everyone applauded loudly, tears filling there eyes as well as mine and I walked out of the church crying and never to be seen again. But occasionally I go back in the middle of the night and read the quote on her tombstone, "My Minnesota Girl."

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Adrienne's Point of View

I woke up wondering. I simply stared for ten minutes in awe, still seeing the charming young man of my dreams strumming his guitar. The passionate love still lingered and I still felt the warmth of my lover's touch and his pain. I got out of bed that morning still mesmerized by this dream and started the next chapter of my life. But occasionally I wonder who this man is and if I will ever meet him.

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