With my make up on, my hair straightened and my homemade Marianas Trench shirt on. I log into twitter and like a reflex, I’m on @mtrench’s twitter profile. I look at the recent tweets and see my ticket for getting a reply back from Mike or Ian.
Marianas Trench
@MTrench
...And the morning hunt for caffeine is on! Tell me there is a Starbucks in you, Sarnia. @MTTM007 and I will not stop until we find you!
I send back a message saying that Starbucks is on London Rd. and run to the door, pulling on my converse. I leave and hop in my car. Trying not to drive like a maniac. I stop at the lights and I roll down my window, that’s when I hear someone yelling at me. I turn my eyes to look at a SUV beside me and smile, not able to see who was yelling.
“Do you know where the Starbucks on London Rd is?” I hear the voice that sounds so familiar ask me. That’s when I see the face of Mike Ayley.
I hold in my fangirl-ing so I don’t scare him, “I’m going there, just follow me,” I yell over the car and the radio, which just happens to be playing Lover Dearest.
“Thanks. Oh and, good choice of song,” he adds with a chuckle as he rolls up his window.
I flash him a smile and the light turns green, I drive half a block and pull into the parking lot. I park and hop out of the car. I lean against my crappy car from the Stone Age and they pull into the parking space beside me. “You’re welcome,” I chuckle, “I know how much you have to have your coffee, Mike. I’m a fan of you guys.”
“Thank you,” he smiles and hops out of the car. “Join us?”
I nod and my jaw drops when Josh walks around from the other side of the SUV. “Yeah, I’d love to join you guys… I’m Amelia… but I go by Amy,” I say stuttering, keeping my eyes locked to Josh’s and he walks so he’s standing in front of me. “Wow,” I blurt out.
He chuckles, “Hi Amy,” he smiles and we all walk into Starbucks. My heart feels like jelly and I see him look down, toward my boobs, no doubt. Every guy does this. “What would you like?”
If I wanted to creep him out, I would answer in a dirty way but no. “I’m not going to let you pay for me! I’ll be right back, I need to go to the washroom.” I make my way to the sign showing it’s the female washroom and splash my face with water. “Fuck,” I mumble to myself than look at my face in the mirror, forgot about my make-up. I see my mascara running and I quickly wipe it off my face. Before walking out… I give one last glance in the mirror.
I walk over to a table and sit in between Josh and Mike. I notice an Ice Capp sitting in front of me and I stare at Josh. “Hey, I wasn’t going to let a pretty girl pay.”
I play hit him on the shoulder, “Just remember, pretty girls are able to pay. We’re independent,” I bring my phone out and go on twitter. “Oh, @MTrench private messaged me,” I chuckle, I glancing at Mike and I hear him make a moan as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“You are the Amy that I messaged? Fuck you, Josh. I wanted to ask her out if I met her.”
“You snooze, you lose, fucker,” Josh laughs, along with Matt, Brett, Ian and also Mike.
“I love how you guys call each other fuckers and just laugh it off.”
“That’s our relationships with each other…” Ian chuckles and takes a drink of his coffee, than looks at his watch as Mike snaps a picture of his cup of java for twitter, no doubt. “We’re together enough.”
