Summary:
Amy Rose isn't quite all sure who she is and she has become stubborn to the point where she hates the words "damsel in distress". She was once a 16 year old hedgehog that had nothing else to do but chase her blue stud, Sonic the Hedgehog, but now she's getting a taste of a different world. And it isn't exactly feeling right. Will she be able to figure what's the real world and which one is the dream? And more importantly, will she find herself without the help of her hero?
It's quite different when you're together with someone. Alone you don't do much. Stare blankly at the space in front of you, think about your crappy life, and wish you had someone by your side. Everything inside you feels empty and you want to fill yourself with something warm, something that reassures you and keeps you balanced throughout the day.
But now that I've acquired that feeling…I feel… woozy. Dreamland hasn't released me yet.
Hell, I may be living in a dream right now. As I speak. You've heard of those stories where people swear up and down that they've lived another life and they have no idea what they're doing here. That's how I feel.
It happened so suddenly. He just out of the blue kissed me. Blue. Huh. That's a pretty ironic color.
I remember he looked at me worriedly when I shot him a confused and dazed look. He then shook it off and smiled at me. I remember the dialog clear as day.
" I know I'm a good kisser and all but that wasn't our best. Ames…you're breathless."
"… We've kissed?"
"Yeah… don't deny just so you can sneak one more in for the day… we're still on that " I -won't-kiss-you-if-you-won't-kiss-me bet against Rouge and Knuckles…"
" I give up.. I got to go think… bye for now."
"Bye, Ames!"
Ames? I had a nickname?
Amelia Rosalina the Hedgehog. That's me. Always plain old Amy or even Rosy for the playful types. But Ames?
Lemme paint the picture of Amy Rose. This girl has a slightly shorter height than the average "model", has the yuckiest color of green eyes (it could probably easily compete against your neighbor's ugly grass color ), pink, messy quills and fur , and constantly cracked lips. Her eyelashes are thick and not very "neat" and her style would disappoint a fashion magazine mumbo-jumbo person.
Me.
Before I thought I was amazing. But now that I'm "awake" I have no idea who me is. I once was a happy-go-lucky, red-clothed freak, who was a hopeless romantic and had no goal in life but to claim her stunning hero.
But now? I wasn't really sure who I was at all. Amy, Ames, Rosy, Rose. I now was now shy and quiet, I didn't like much of any color (therefore I wore almost about anything not caring what I looked like) and I had what's this… a boyfriend?
A hand squeezed mine and I had to look up to see him smiling down at me. No more thoughts about my new crappy life for now…got a boyfriend to accompany.
" Ames you think too much nowadays…Have me on your mind?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Hedgehog," I said quietly, more to myself.
I was still confused as to what I was doing in this world. The old Amy would never want to leave this dream. But I was starting to think this was a nightmare. It didn't feel right. I felt like I was missing something.
"Who would you be without Sonic the Hedgehog?"
And Amelia Rosalina the Hedgehog wasn't all too sure herself.