-Billie Joe-
A girl just a bit shorter than myself tapped me on the shoulder and asked where she could get a record. I turn around to realize she was the girl in the audience that was waiting before anyone else.
Her looks showed she was a true punk girl. Dreads and eyeliner, she was plainly attractive to me.
When I turned around she looked a bit startled, which made me laugh a little. I didn't think that we were that important, but you could tell we were to her.
"Oh I.. you're Bil.. Billie Joe I'm.. Such a big fan of you guys, I can't believe you're right here in front of me." She babbles cutely.
"Hey there!" I say with a huge grin, laughing. "I remember you from the show actually. You can get a record right at the other end, y'know what, here, come with me, I'll show you where to get 'em"
"Really? Okay thanks!" She says in her cute little way.
"No problem for a pretty girl like you," I say, making her blush. "So, you're from Minnesota then?" I ask , starting a conversation.
We started walking to the merch stand, I could tell this girl was freaking out. Oh fuck I didn't even ask her name. I mentally smacked myself.
"Yeah, I'm studying in Minneapolis right now." She said quietly,
"Oh that's nice." Unlike most people she didn't look at me like I was a total dumbass for not even finishing high school. " So uh, what's your name?"
"Adrienne..." She thinks for a second then quickly adds in. "Nesser."
What a pretty name. It sounds so angelic for a girl like her. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful, but not in a tall blonde way. In a I-could-kick-your-ass way.
"So Adrienne, er can I call you Adie?" I ask. Adrienne sounded too formal.
"Yeah sure!" She laughs. "How bout I call you BJ?" She teases.
"That's cool, just know that I don't give 'em" I smile at her.
Nobody calls me BJ. Not since elementary school when some fuck teased me for having the short form of blow job as my initials, and I beat the shit out of him on the playground. I guess most people call me BJ now though because of my guitar Blue. Whatever she wants, I'll let her do. All I know is that I want to be with her.
When we get to the merch table we just stand for awhile talking getting to know eachother better. This kind of love reminds me of the crazy love at first sight shit my mom used to watch in her soap operas. I grab one of the records off the shelf giving the guy at the cash a nod.
"Here," I say handing Adie the record, "just take it."
She looks surpised that I'm just giving her a record. I would be too, I guess. But what's one record? The only person losing money is me, and who cares anyways?
"Are you sure?" She asks, about to give it back.
"Take it," I say " It's no big deal."
She nods and tucks it into her bag. I decide to ask her for her number, and she gives it to me, without even rethinking.
"So do you wanna hang out with us for awhile tonight or something?" I ask, "We're in Minnesota for the week anyways."
"I would, but my friends are waiting outside for me..." She says hesitantly.
"Then we'll go back to your place!" I suggest.
Her smile turns huge. I can tell that I've easily made her life. Look at that, a shmuck like me actually doing something good for once.
"Yeah, sure we can do that, hey if you want you guys can crash here for the whole week I have enough space for everyone." She talks quickly, which I've come to realize she does when she gets nervous.
Suddenly I realize how nervous I am too. "Um, I'll just go get Tre and Mike, oh hey write down your address and I'll meet you at your house."
She grabs a paper from her bag and writes Adrienne- 264 12th Street. Appt. 10C
"I'll see you soon," she says, and leaves.
I walk away with a huge grin on my face. A lot of other fans are coming up to me, and I say hello, but none of them mean as much to me as Adie.
Here we go again infatuation touches me just when I thought that it would end."
