I was getting a beer and looking for my boyfriend, Jack, who was too lazy to get a beer for himself. When I started looking for him, I ran into a guy, spilling all of the drinks he and I were holding.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, let me buy you some new drinks." I stopped dead, starring up at the man I bumped into. I couldn't help but stare at him. His jet black hair parted over one eye, almost covering the other, his dark brown eyes, and tattoos covering his left arm but his hand. He was wearing a black Macbeth shirt, a black jacket, and dark blue skinny jeans. He had a lip piercing too. But I couldn't seem to look away from him till he gave me a weird look. I then snapped out of my mini trance and called the bartender over and told the man I ran into: "Get anything you want with this $50. Again, I'm sorry for running into you, I was looking for my boyfriend and..." Then I saw my boyfriend -who was completely sober- making out with some girl. "We'll now I'm not looking for my ex-boyfriend." The man said that he was looking for his buddies too and that he was sorry about my brand new ex. I asked him what his name was.
"Tom." He said with a voice so familiar, I just couldn't remember who he sounded like. But I hadn't met anyone with that name. "Huh, not a widely used name." Tom asked me what my name was. "Call me what you want, be it Rose, or Raven, I despise my real name."
"And what might that be?" He asked while pouting his lower lip like a young child.
I sighed "Fine I'll tell you, but you must promise not to laugh and to tell no one, not a soul. Got it?" He nodded so enthusiastically I thought his head might fall off.
I sighed again and closed my eyes, "Ambrosia. My real name is Ambrosia." I opened my eyes to see his face. He just stared at me.
"That's the most unusual name I've ever heard..." I gazed down at the ground sadly. "But it's also the most beautiful and interesting name I've ever heard too," I looked back up at him, my eyes wide. People normally would laugh at me and make fun of my name. But I was shocked when he said that he liked my name. "I'm gonna give you a nickname. Hmmm." He looked off into space in deep thought. "Ah ha! I'll nickname you Amia. What do you think?" He looked at me like a child with eyes filled with wonder.
"Amia, still kinda sounds, well, not from the 21st century, but it's good." I smiled at Tom, and he grinned widely. Then at the bar, one of my favorite Boxcar Racer songs came on. "Oh my god, I love this song, wanna sing it with me?" He grinned as though he knew everything about Boxcar Racer.
"Sure." We started to sing to 'There Is'. When the song finished Tom surprised me by saying, "you've got a great voice." I looked away that way he couldn't see my face blushing.
"Compared to you though, my voice sounds like fucking shit." He started pouting at me again.
"But you sounded so good." I swear he must be a man-child for how much he acts like a kid. I giggled though, and he grinned again making me smile back. He then yelled out, " MARK! TRAVIS, GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!"
My ears started ringing from the volume of his loudness. But almost immediately, two guys came and found us. One with a black Mohawk and tons of tattoos on his barley covered torso. The other guy had hair that was spiked dark brown and had a drink in his hand. If it weren't for the Mohawk guy, he would've fallen over from how much he swayed from being drunk.
"This is Amia." I looked down embarrassed from my new nickname. "And I wanted you two to meet her." Tom looked at me and smiled encouragingly.
The drunken one said, "Yo, the name's Mark, and this handsome weirdo holding me up is Travis. Pleased to make your acquaintance Amia," as he introduced himself, he bowed, nearly dropping his drink. "Whoa, that was close call." Mark slurred drunkenly.
Then, as though it took me off guard, Travis spoke, "If I weren't here, you would've fallen on your ass already." Travis sounded slightly amused while his expression looked slightly concerned for his friends well-being in his overly drunken state.
He must really care for Mark. Mark is lucky to have a friend like Travis. I have no one like that in my arsenal of friends.
"Amia, can I ask you something?" Tom looked at me very seriously, which caught me off guard.
"Ask away Tom." I smiled through my nervousness.
"Would you consider being a band groupie?" It looked like he really wanted me to say yes.
"Umm, I-I guess but why do you ask?"
Tom looked at Mark and Travis. It looked as though they had a silent conversation amongst themselves.
"What do you say guys, does she fit the bill?" It was as though Tom was trying to convince Mark and Travis.
They nodded in approval, Mark almost fell over again. I giggled.
"Alright then. Amia, would you like to be our bands groupie?" Travis asked staring at me dead on. Creeping me out a little by that.
"What band would I be a groupie for?" I tried to hide my nervousness, but seeing Tom laugh slightly told me it didn't work as well as I'd hoped.
"Blink-182." Mark said drunkenly.