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Amelia watched as Will seemed like he was almost going to die from choking on his beer once she had asked him if he were single. Once again, what a stupid question. She nodded once when he answered her question, and leaned back in her chair so her back wouldn't hurt from sitting up so damn straight... which she normally does and is just a habit of hers now. She folded her hands together and rested them on her stomach. She felt as if she could fall asleep right there and then, but wouldn't let herself do so.

Come to think of it, Amelia doesn't remember the last time she ever had a boyfriend. She was never really into love at all. In high school, her friend had gotten a boyfriend, and most of the other girls did as well. Amelia didn't want one because she though high school relationships were just a lame excuse for having a boyfriend or girlfriend. People just wanted to seem cool because they had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Boys just wanted to brag, and girls just wanted to giggle about it. Every boy that had asked Amelia out she turned down, and eventually it stopped because those boys finally got the message that she wasn't ready. In fact, Amelia can't remember the last time she has ever felt romantic. When she first watched Titanic, she was complaining about how much of a bitch Rose was while all the other girls around her were crying their eyes out. She didn't even bother reading Romeo and Juliet because the whole time span of the book is a week. She had no idea why she had asked Will that, anyway. It really was the booze.

She smiled softly as another familiar song came on. Her grandfather used to sing this song with a guitar. Hank Williams was the original singers name. Amelia knew nothing about him, except that he died in the early 50s.

Amelia looked over at the jukebox only to see that one of those stupid college boys made his way over to it and was now pissed off at the machine for playing such "crappy" music. Amelia sat up in her chair from her comfortable position and tried to make out what the guy was saying to the machine. He then started hitting it and such. She almost starting laughing when the machine played back to the beginning of the song again.

She looked up as she heard Will get out of his seat and excuse himself. She sighed heavily once he had left, already knowing what he was going to do. She watched as the kid picked up a chair and was about to smash that jukebox senseless, before Will came over and lied a hand on the chairs leg and said a few words to the young man, who didn't look any calmer.

Before she knew it, Will had been hit with the chair and fell on a table. Most people gasped as they saw the action, and Amelia cringed. The kid seemed to be not surprised in what he had just done, and lifted the chair back over his head to smash the machine. Amelia sprung up and pushed her chair back so she could get out. She didn't even bother to put her shoes back on as she made her way over to the scene. She passed Will and went around the boy with the chair, and stood in front of the jukebox casually.

"Hey lady! Move your ass before I smash you along with that stupid machine!" He yelled behind her as he seemed more annoyed. The chair was still gripped tightly above his head.

This was usually the part where Angela came out and talked some sense into these stupid drunk people. This was usually the part where Amelia just sat back and watched the show. However, she had no idea where Angela was now... Too bad, too.

"Mhm." Amelia mumbled back, looking like she didn't really care or know what was going on. She stared down at the jukebox, still in front of it, as she listened to the old tone. She finally sighed and let her shoulders sag as she turned around to meet with this guy.

"Look, I'm sorry that the music here doesn't fit to your likings. Why don't you go to one of those teenage parties that they throw at their homes when the parents aren't home? I'm sure they have the new Lady Gaga album playing there." She said calmly. "No, as an adult, I suggest you go home and go to bed." She corrected herself shortly after. The guy seemed more furious and mad and gripped the chair tighter. Amelia shrugged and turned back around to the jukebox, which was still playing the old song. It's not like she needed to be there or that she was doing anything. She was just standing there to really protect the machine. If he were to hit her he would get more then put in jail for destruction of property. Amelia continued standing there as she rested her hand against the jukebox, taping along with the music. She just hoped she wasn't about to get smashed in the head with that chair behind her.