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¢ÝI may not have always loved you¢Ý

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Young love is really pretty simple.

It's about sharing little inside jokes when the teacher isn't looking.

It's about passing notes in the hallway between classes.

It's about all the really stupid things you share.

It's about going through it, together.

 

- Did not!
- I Did too!

- I have believe you.
- Would I lie about a thing like that?

Winnie Cooper and I had been through it all.

The good times, bad times, the ups and downs.

And we were still together.

OK, you're right. Satisfied?

I knew it! You can't fool me -
I know that look on your face.

We'd known each other since we were kids.

And to me she was still the girl next door,
even though she didn't live next door anymore.

Hey, did you know Patsy Paddock broke up with Jim *Reed*?

Really?

I didn't even know they were going steady.

Well, they are - I mean, or were.

Oh, then I guess it's too bad they split up.

Fact is now that we were going to a different schools, there were a few obstacles to overcome.

Things like basic communication.

Brian Burns got suspended from school for two weeks for smoking in the boys' room.

No kidding?

Who's Brian Burns?

Hey, Winnie!

Hi!

Who are they?

- Just some kids from Lincoln.
- Oh.

But even if our lives had changed, we knew it didn't matter.

Winnie?

I'm sorry. What were you going to say?

 

Never mind.

 

We'd been together too long to let time and distance come between us.

And if Winnie had her life, well...so be it. After all...

 

I had mine, too.

Study for your English test?

I got it nailed!

Glad to hear it.
I'm going to fail mine.

Life at RFK Junior High.
It was hours of sheer boredom.

Kevin?

 

Hi!

Uh...Hi!

Broken only by moments of sheer horror.

 

So, I'll see you in French class?

Uh, sure!

Madeline Adams.
She was beautiful...smart.

Not to mention - totally dangerous.

- Kev?
- Hur

You going to wear that to class?

Oh, uh...

OK, so I was tempted. But that's all. Nothing more.

I was a one-woman man. Faithful forever.

 

Things grow old and die.

This week will be continuing our study of paleontology.

Specifically, the extinction of species. Very sad.

Fact is, by the middle of ninth grade, life had become pretty routine.

No shocks, no surprises.

Class, this week we will be conducting a joint field trip with Lincoln Junior High.

Just the occasional miracle.

We'll go to the natural history museum...

To gaze upon the bleached bones of animals which have preceded us into extinction.

Scientifically, it meant one thing.

Winnie gets to go with us!

Oh, right. Cool!

It will be gobs of fun.

It was the best news I'd heard all year.

Me and my baby were going on a field trip.

 

This is going to be great.

Yessir! Anything can happen on a field trip.

Know what I heard? This museum is supposed to have an exhibit of an Indian tribal village.

And I heard that a lot of the Indian women...aren't wearing any tops.

I just can't imagine they're going to let us see that!

Yeah? Well I know something even better than that!

- Better?
- Better!

What could possibly be better than that?

Well, my cousin told me that up on the fourth floor they have a room the public isn't allowed into.

And in this room they keep something you'll never believe.

You ever hear of that gangster, John Dillinger?

Now, I think we all know what Randy Mitchell was talking about, here.

...and they put it in jar of formaldehyde, and saved it, and...

While Randy was peddling schoolboy legends, I was thinking about more important things.

More romantic things.

This is the best day of my life!

Mine, too!

Oh, Kevin!

Oh, Winnie!

And the great thing is, I knew she'd be thinking exactly the same thing.

Did you hear?
We're going on a field trip together!

We are?

Almost the same thing.

Yeah! It's the natural history museum.
It's a joint field trip with RFK and Lincoln.

Are you sure?

Well, sure I'm sure.

It'll be great!

Yeah, that'll be fun.

Know what would be perfect?
If we can sneak you on our bus.

I could see us now.

Nestled together, locked at the lips...

Well, I'd hate to let down the kids at my school.

How do you mean?

You know, by not riding on the bus with them.

Oh, you'll see them at the museum, besides, you see them every day!

Where as this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A plan made in heaven.
It was - perfect. Flawless.

But how will I even get on your bus?

Hmmmm!

Oh, uh...

I feel sick.

...eleven...twelve. What's that?

Well, maybe I'd better run and use the restroom, sir. Can I?

 

Alright, Mr. Porter.

 

But don't come back if you're really ill.

Crude, but effective.

Bingo.

Now it's gonna be a gas.

 

Yep, all we needed now was a little split-second timing.

 

OK, I'll see you guys. Later...Bye.

And this whole thing was going to work out fine.

Hi, Kevin!

Oh, Madeline!

Talk about your basic fly-in-the-ointment!

I'm sorry. I was saving this seat.

Doug just snuck onto the Lincoln bus!

And Winnie'll be here any...

Oh, my gosh!

So, uh, Madeline. If you don't mind...

Sorry.

 

Wow!

You got 'em hanging all over you!

Maybe so. But the whole thing had been too close for comfort.

And I certainly didn't want anything to spoil Winnie's good mood.

I'm not sure this is such a good idea.

Winnie, don't worry.

It's going to be great!

Hi, Paul.

Hi Winnie. How are you doing?

Well, nervous.
I really hate doing this kind of stuff.

Tell you what.
Next time I'll sneak on your bus.

 

What are you doing?

Waving at some kids I know.

Well...I'm really glad you're here.

Yeah, I'm glad to be here, too.

And there it was. That smile. That magic.
And the whole day ahead of us.

You could sense big things were going to happen.

 

On the way to the museum that day there was the usual chaos.

But in the midst of it all...

Winnie and I were right where we belonged.

Together. No misunderstandings, no distractions...

 

Not many, anyway.

 

They lived in a world long forgotten.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...

I give you species dinosaurus.

Behind me - Camthisaurus and Anthrodemis.

They make a cute couple, don't they?

Still, standing there hand-in-hand with my girl...

It felt like the good old days.

For 150 million years the dinosaur was king of his domain.

Then, quite suddenly - phhhht! Fertilizer.

Not that there wasn't an educational side to all of it.

So where are the jars with the you-know-what?

It's hard to tell. You know, this guidebook doesn't even say they have a fourth floor.

What!? You think they'd advertise something like that?

We're going to have to find it ourselves.

Keep your eyes open for any unmarked doors.

Nope. The last thing on my mind was science.

I was here for just one reason.

...a weakness, a vulnerability unknown to the dinosaur.

Winnie?

Who are they?

Just some friends from class.

 

That's Marsha and Sean...

Are you going to spend the whole day waving at them?

Oops!

I mean, I just thought we were here together, you know?

I know, I'm sorry.

People, follow me to the next room.
Please, no stragglers.

 

And even though we had gotten off to a bumpy start...

 

I knew from here on out it was going to be smooth sailing.

I can't believe it!
Eddie Wheeler really did that?

You should have seen it! It was gross.

By lunchtime, we had sailed into a squall.

Instead of being alone, Winnie and I were surrounded.

It didn't seem fair.

I was stuck with a bunch of saps from Lincoln Junior High, while over in my corner...

 

Never mind.

We're gonna go check out the gift shop. You guys want to come?

OK.

No, thanks.

 

Well, then, we'll see ya'll later.

Bye...

 

Kevin?

Who is pretty clearing.
We needed to talk.

Yeah?

But for some reason, we didn't.

Attention, students.

Please assemble back in the lobby.

 

What were you going to ask me?

It's OK. Never mind.

 

Still, by the time we got back to fossils...
- Hi!

The whole thing was getting old.

Winnie?!

 

What?

It was time to straighten this out, one way or another.

I -

You have beautiful eyes.

Bingo.

 

Thanks!

And there it was.

The old smile.

The old chemistry. The old...

So, see you guys in the ice age?

The old heave-ho.

Yeah! See you there.

I don't get it. What's so special about them?

I don't know. They're just real nice.

Yeah, real nice, real nice...They make a cute couple.

Except they're not a couple.

Couple, not a couple. Winnie, who cares?

You don't see me talking to my friends, do you?

Hi, Kevin. Hi, Winnie!

OK, OK. Bad timing.

Uh...Hi, guys.

Great news! We found an elevator marked private.

That's got to be the way to the room on the fourth floor!

So what do you say? Are you going to come?

Uh, no...I can't.

Woops!

 

I mean, no thanks. I don't want to.

OK, then...we'll let you know.
Come on.

 

We stood there for about, oh, six days.
The perfect couple.

 

And then she said what I already knew she was gonna say.

Maybe you should go with them.

Then I said what I already knew I shouldn't.

OK...

 

And then I had nothing to do but...go.

So I went.

 

Course, I got lost.

I'd been lost all day.

And the evening didn't promise to get any better.

I couldn't understand what was happening.

To me. To Winnie.

 

Kevin?!

 

Oh...Madeline!

What are you doing out here?

I was going to ask you the same thing.
You look lost.

Nahhh.

 

Kinda...

It was uncanny.

This girl had a knack for showing up at exactly the wrong time.

Must have been some kind of radar or something.

Do you want to talk about it?

About what?

About anything...

About love.

Uh, I better be going.

Or, maybe...about those stars.

They're changing you know.

We think the...stars are fixed in the sky...but they're not.

 

I think sometimes...we need to learn to give in...to change...to new things.

Don't you think?

But the fact is, I didn't know what to think.

All I knew was, standing there...
With her...under those stars...

I suddenly wondered - why was I resisting this girl?

 

And why was I such a heel?!

 

Hello!

 

Winnie?!

 

Winnie?!

 

I searched for her through every climate on earth.

Winnie?!

 

Winnie?!

 

But I couldn't find her.

 

Winnie!

 

Wait!

 

Can we talk about this?

I don't know.

Look...

I wanted to tell her that she was the only one.

That she had always been the only one.
Ever since we were kids.

Ever since she lived across the street.

I don't know what to say to you.

Winnie, it's not what you think.

I never thought this could happen to me!

Believe me. Nothing's happened.

Yes. It has.

 

Kevin...I've met someone!

Wh...?

 

Oh, Kevin. I'm sorry.

 

"God Only Knows" sung by Beach Boys

 

¢ÝI may not have always loved you¢Ý

¢ÝBut as long as there are stars above you¢Ý

¢ÝYou never need to doubt it¢Ý

¢ÝI'll make you so sure about it¢Ý

¢ÝGod only knows what I be without you¢Ý

¢ÝIf you should ever leave me¢Ý

¢ÝWell, life will still go on believe me¢Ý

¢ÝThe world will show nothing to me¢Ý

Bad news, Kevin! We got shut out of the fourth floor.

Yeah! Before they kicked us out I think I saw it.

I don't think that was it.

I think that was it.
¢ÝSo what good will living do me¢Ý

I told you we should have stayed with the group.
¢ÝGod only knows what I'd be without you¢Ý

At least we could have seen the Indian women.

 

You OK, Kev?

Yeah. Sure.

How do you know I didn't see it?

 

Back there on our seat - the ride home in the dark seat.

There it was.

 

The ring I gave to Winnie.
¢ÝGod only know what I'd be without you¢Ý

The one she was giving back to me
¢ÝAnd if you should ever leave me¢Ý

¢ÝWell, life will still go on believe me¢Ý

¢ÝThe world will show nothing to me¢Ý

¢ÝSo what good will living do me¢Ý

I looked in the other bus, but I just couldn't find her.
¢ÝGod only know what I'd be without her¢Ý

She was already lost in the crowd.
¢ÝGod only know what I'd be without her¢Ý

I knew then, the girl next door was gone.
¢ÝGod only knows why I need her¢Ý

And my life would never be the same again without her.
¢ÝGod only knows what I'd be without her¢Ý

¢ÝGod only knows what I'd be without her¢Ý

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