"I feel like L.A. Anything can happen to you and me"

Amelia E. Jones' iPod plays her shuffled songs as a morning alarm. All this girl's favorite songs have a state or American city reference in them. She's noticed the odd trend in her favorite picks but she just figured all the best songs reference "the world."

Welcome to the United States.

This is her world.

Amelia has no idea anything exists outside of the United States of America. She's never seen a world map and she figured all those countries like Italy, Japan, Sweden, and Mexico that she has seen in movies were all made up by the writers.

Amelia stretches her arms and hops out of her bed in the hotel room. She grabs a brush and runs it through her short and very cute sandy brown hair as she strides over to the balcony window. She smiles down at the gorgeous beach, still running the brush through her hair. Twirling away from the window, she hops over to the United States map that she always tapes up in every hotel room she stays at. She stays at a different hotel/motel/inn every night because she's constantly roaming the states. Amelia E. Jones, the free spirited vagabond. Can't be tamed.

"Goodbye, California. You were beautiful yesterday. Loved all the adventures! And here's to many more in the future!" She dashes away from the map to blow a kiss at the ocean before hopping over to the map again. "Let's see. What do I feel like today?" her eyes sparkle as she moves her fingertip down south on the map. "My favorite McDonald's in Mississippi, cannot wait to see the locals again!" her fingertip shifts again "then I think I'll hit up Kentucky for some batting practice."

She's beauty and she's grace. She's Miss United States!

Amelia shoves her hands into the pockets of her bomber jacket, casually chewing Dubble Bubble and striding down the street to the airport.

This little girl can get away with anything... And she doesn't even know why. She doesn't know that it's not normal. And she thinks that everyone gets called

"Miss America!" the airport staff immediately greet her. "First class flight to Mississippi. I'm on it."

"You're my hero!" an ecstatic woman screams from not too far behind Amelia. Amelia just casually turns her head and blows a bubble until it pops around her lips, following the airport staff into first class.

She doesn't ever have to pay for anything. Everyone adores her.

At McDonald's

"Howdy y'all!" Amelia chimes, walking into a McDonald's in the heart of Jackson, Mississippi. The entire restaurant was silent as she was being stared at by everyone inside. There was one man in particular who she had never seen before but he looked incredibly familiar. He was tall, had a kinda large frame, had sandy colored shaggy hair but his eyebrows were dark brown. He had blue eyes, wore glasses, had just the tiniest hint of a baby face and

"Hey! I JUST said that!"

the loudest, most irritating voice you have ever heard.

It was bad enough the two of them looked so much alike... They were also both wearing the exact same bomber jacket. Amelia rolls her eyes and then the two of them stand side by side, both pouty and awkward, arms folded and glaring at the menu.

"I'll have..." They both say at the same time and then groan.

Amelia was about to pull all her hair out. She lets out a softish girly type scream and then says "I'll have a cheeseburger please"

"I'll have 40 cheeseburgers" Mr. Irritating one ups her.

"WITH A COKE. GIVE ME A COKE TOO!" Amelia is extremely competitive.

"I'll have 40 cheeseburgers with a Coke" the man follows.

Amelia loses it and has this guy on the ground in one tackle "40 CHEESEBURGERS, GIVE ME A DANG COKE, AND A LARGE... NO AN EXTRA LARGE FRY! AN EXTRA LARGE! SUPER. SIZE. ME."

The annoying guy rolls his eyes behind his crooked glasses, slowly pushes Amelia off of him, and stands up to fix his glasses and adjust his tie. Pouty Amelia stands up with him.

The cashier is entirely unfazed. "Got it. Y'all want me to put the orders together?"

"Together?" the man asks.

"Why?" Amelia asks.

"Well, Mr. and Miss Amer..." the wide eyed cashier starts but falters. All of the customers in the restaurant were staring at these two, wondering why they didn't get it. "You two look the same" he finally states.

You could hear a pin drop.

"I look like a nerdburger?" Amelia finally breaks the silence with some sass.

Now, it turns out this annoying guy is actually really really dumb. "What? Why would you say that? You look like a foxy lady" he says in his extremely irritating voice.

WHOMP

In a flash of rage, Amelia had whipped her baseball bat out of her backpack she had slung over her shoulders and slammed the weapon right into the man's skull.

He had collapsed to the ground and his glasses went skidding across the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! You were just being a pervert, and all I could see was red and oh my gosh I'm so sorry I'm calling the ambulance" Amelia starts to dig for her phone out of her backpack but the guy then gets up.

"Nah, don't worry about it, it's cool"

Amelia's jaw dropped. No cracked skull. He wasn't bleeding. No bruise, he should've AT LEAST been bruised.

The guy just casually rubs his neck, giving her a friendly smile. "Where are my glasses? I really hope my glasses aren't cracked" he feels around the floor and then finally picks them up.

Amelia stares equally shocked at the glasses. They looked as good as new. Not even a hairline fracture.

The man smiles down as he cleans them. "My glasses are really special to me. When the glare hits the glass, I can see Texas."

Amelia peers in as he tilts his glasses towards the light and sure enough, there was the land she loved so much.

"I meant you look like each other in a blood relative kind of way.. Like twins. I didn't mean to offend either of you" the cashier interrupts the two of them gazing down at a pair of glasses. The guy puts them back on and walks towards the cashier. "It's cool, bro"

"What name do you want me to put your separated order under, sir?"

"Alfred F. Jones"

Amelia's jaw drops again. "Alfred F. What?"

Alfred just stares at her with raised eyebrows.

"And what about you miss? What name should I put your order under?"

"Amelia E..."

"Amelia E. What?" the cashier inquires.

"Just Amelia E. I have to go."

She couldn't have bolted through those McDonald's doors faster. She was at the airport in record time and booked a flight to Kentucky immediately.

At a Baseball Diamond in Kentucky

The sun beat down hard on the dusty baseball diamond. Beads of sweat rolled down Amelia's face.

CRACK

Her baseball bat smacks into the ball.

Amelia licks her lips and tries again.

"Girl, you got game" some kids chewing gum and wearing grass stained clothes with a backwards baseball cap came walking up to her.

"I'm at this field every day and no one's better than you" the leader of the pack compliments her.

"Ahhh really?" she blushes, rubbing her sweaty, dirty face "I don't know... I feel like I was so much better in the 70's. I need to get back in shape again" she admits and the kids start busting out laughing.

"Sweetheart, you are at MOST 19" the main kid chuckles and blows a bubble.

"You're waaaaay too young to have been alive in the 70's. We're not buying it" the other kids laugh.

"But I promise you I was... Wait" Amelia had never thought to ask anyone this before "How many years until someone starts aging?"

The kids looked so confused at the honest question but they answered her "Like around 50 for it to like really start showing, I guess?"

Amelia stares at them all blankly, mouth half open, remembering that strange indestructible guy at McDonald's... Who seemed to have... So much in common with her. She offers them her baseball bat. "Hit me."

Author's note:

I don't know if I will continue this, but I am willing to! I need feedback! I need to know if y'all liked it before I think up the next chapter. I am going to include other characters, this story won't just be about male and female America. If you want your state to have a shoutout, or if you want your country to have a shoutout if you're not from the U.S., let me know in your review!