I fidgeted nervously at the door.
Can we go back a bit? Okay.
Being Amy Rose, well, it's just not normal. I'm known as the obsessive fan girl, the Stalker of the one and only Sonic the Hedgehog.
But I'm different now.
I'm twenty three, happy, and I haven't seen... him... for over eleven years. When I was turning thirteen, I decided that maybe some time away from Sonic would be the best. I lived with Cream and Vanilla until five years ago when I was old enough to move away. I live alone in a small cottage, but its nice being alone sometimes. My head is clear... or at least I hope it is.
The other day I just saw someone I haven't seen in ages.
Cream the rabbit.
She's seventeen now.
I can barely believe she's this old. I called her an old lady, smiling and laughing.
She smiled beatifically at me. "Hi, Amy," she greeted. I'm surprised. Her voice is deeper now.
"Hey, cutie," I laughed. I couldn't resist hugging her again. "I missed you," I sniffed. I was always emotional.
Cream's ears are tied behind her head in a ponytail. She's wearing a chestnut colored tank top and a brown colored skirt with glittering brown sandals. She has on mascara, and I'm beginning to wonder what the hell is wrong with the world. Where's my little bunny?
Cream is sipping delicately from one of my little teacups, legs crossed. "So how's life here?" she asked cheerily.
"Its fine," I answered quietly. Truth be told, this wasn't the most exciting life. Whenever I remembered running after Sonic or helping him win a battle, I'd scoff and try to occupy myself with something else. When I'd hear a headline with him on the news, I'd change the channel so fast it could rival his speed. "I have a job down at the café down the street, and that's nice. The people are very kind."
Cream looked very happy. "You are doing so well, Amy!" she cried, throwing her arms around me.
I was startled. For some reason, I feel like this was me but a few years ago. "Um, well, I've got to make a living," I said uneasily.
Cream backed away, feeling how awkward I was feeling towards her. "Well, I'm glad you're happy," she said with a small smile.
I nodded absently, sipping at my tea.
"Anyways, I came to drop off this invitation," she said, handing me a small envelope.
I looked at it, unimpressed. Oh, how I've changed. I found out that Sonic was never going to like me back and I ran away from him. He was confused. He chased after me for a while, but I would always be cautious, oh so cautious when making my escape. After a while he just gave up.
The truth was, I just didn't want to hear the words: "You're like a sister to me Ames, but nothing more." I felt like I'd die if they tumbled out of his lips.
"Who is this for?" I asked.
"Just come," she said quickly. She got up, fast. "I want to see you have fun, Amy. Ms. Rouge will be there, Mr. Knuckles, even Mr. Shadow!" she cheered.
I felt my heart nearly stop. "Shadow?" I ghosted out. I blushed as I remembered him. Suddenly, Shadow seemed much more attractive than Sonic...
"Yes! Oh, you should see him! He's an agent for GUN, helps out at Rouge's club, and has a nice home... He looks older now, Amy. You'll be surprised!" she giggled.
I let a small smirk twitch at the corners of my lips. Same old Cream, no matter how different she looked; she was still the six year old bunny that was my best friend.
"Okay," I said. False excitement filled my voice, however. When I was twelve, nothing would have been better than a party. But now all I really wanted to do was go to the café to chat with my friend Emily about the town gossip.
Cream looked somewhat disappointed. "Amy, if you don't want to..." she said.
"No," I interrupted. "That's fine. I'm just tired, you know?" I said lightly.
Right now I was wearing a long and soft pink dress. I wore red high heels and my regular red headband was set in place. My pink quills grew long and curly, reaching my elbows now.
She began to jump up and down. "So you're coming!" she declared.
I looked a bit bewildered. I wasn't used to so much excitement. My new friend Emily was so much calmer.
"Can I bring somebody?" I asked. "I mean, I know it sounds rude, but I don't really get along with anyone..." I said shyly
Cream's smile seemed frozen. "Of course," she spat out. Could she be jealous? "Who is it?"
"My friend Emily," I answered.
She frowned. "Um, sure. Why not?" she said with a mechanical laugh.
I stood up, walking into my kitchen. "I have to go back to my classes at seven, though," I said.
"Classes?" Cream asked incredulously.
I nodded, washing the tiny cup in the sink. "Yeah," I sighed. "I wanted to take some classes to catch up on school. It's something to do," I said truthfully.
"Oh," Cream said. I silently hoped this didn't make me sound like a nerd, but the truth was I was bored out of my mind over here! "Well, that's nice. Just make sure to come to this address, okay?" she asked.
I smiled gently at her as I led her towards the door. Over the years I've learned that perhaps it would be better if I had a friend my age.
Cream looked at me sadly. I was older now and had other things to do than hang out with my old friends, who weren't really my friends at all. "I'll see you later," I said, dismissing her.
"Bye," she whispered, and walked to her car. I didn't even look to see what she had now. I ran into my house, sprinting up the stairs to hop belly first onto my bed. I grabbed my phone and dialed quickly.
"Hello?" asked a cheery voice.
"Emily!" I shrieked.
I heard the phone drop to the ground. "Amy," she groaned.
"Sorry," I apologized. "But listen to this. My friends and I are having a reunion!" I squealed.
Emily was a purple hedgehog with braided quills. Seems impossible? Well, not quite. She had vibrant sapphire eyes and a beautiful smile. Her long black eyes lashes just kept on growing –was it shameful to be jealous of how pretty she was? We met at the café that I work at. She showed me how to do everything.
"Your friends?" she gasped. "You mean like Rouge, Knuckles, Shadow and Son –"
"Yes, them," I interrupted.
"Wow," she breathed. "They're so amazing! I don't know why you ever moved away," she sighed in a wondering tone.
"I can't stand them," I grumbled. "But they're family..."
"So it's tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered. I stared at the small invitation. My eyes bugged out.
"I think I can feel your crazy from over the line," Emily giggled. "What's freaking you out?" she asked.
"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving?" I yelled.
I could practically see her holding the phone a mile away from her head. "Yes," she said dryly. "Where have you been?"
"Antarctica," I joked. I moved myself to stare up at my pale yellow ceiling. "Am I really that oblivious?" I asked quietly.
"Yes," she said. I twirled the cord of the phone around my finger as I turned my head to look out the window.
"It seems like September," I mused.
"Well, it's not. So get ready for the party tomorrow and introduce me to everyone!" she cried.
I stared at my front yard, flourished with all the flowers I had spent weeks on planting not too long ago. "Yeah. Fun," I muttered. "I'll pick you up tomorrow," I sighed.
"See ya!"
Even then I could tell it was going to be a long day.
...
Well, there's no picking up Emily.
She arrived bright and early, ringing my doorbell. I remember slumping out of my bed with the covers still wrapped around me. I had on my pink silk pajama shirt and pants, along with some fuzzy slippers. I had to push my bangs out of my eyes, because I didn't want to experience part two of: Amy Rose falls and nearly kills herself trying to get down the stairs.
I stumbled to the door, tightening my hand around the knob slowly. I opened it, slumping against the door frame. "Hello?" I mumbled.
"Amy!" she cried, throwing her arms around me.
"Hey Emily," I greeted with a yawn. "What are you doing here so early?" I asked.
"I brought over a whole bag of clothes!" she crowed. I stared blankly, not comprehending. My mind kept on repeating the same thing. SLEEP, SLEEP, that shirt is really cute, SLEEP! "Do you ever brush out that rat's nest?" she asked, prodding at my hair.
I weakly slapped her hand away. "It's ten o'clock in the morning," I grumbled. "And it's a holiday. The party doesn't start till twelve," I mumbled.
"That's the point!" she cried, holding me tightly. "We have to get ready, and I have the most perfect outfit for you," she laughed.
Okay, now I was freaked out. "Can't we do this later?" I moaned, trying to find a way out.
I guess Emily knew what I was doing, and dug her fingers into my shoulder. "There is no escape," she hissed.
"AIEEEE!"
...
"What do you think of this one?" she asked.
"Oh, it's so pretty!" I cooed. What can I say? The inner six year old was emerging.
She was wearing a tight bright pink tank top that, instead of having sleeves, looped around her head and showed her stomach. Her black skirt flowed as she spun around, black high heels glittering.
"I'm glad. I want to look nice," she said, putting her ragged looking pink quills up in a bun. Her bangs were choppy and gave her a rock star appearance, but I was worried about my hair for now.
"This is impossible," I sighed, looking at the straightening iron.
Emily skipped over to me, parting my quills to the right so that my bangs nearly covered my right eye and there wasn't as much hair on the left side. She then went to work on curling the ends. Her hands were lightening quick as she dashed to put makeup on me.
"This feels weird," I mumbled.
"Just shut up and be a girl for once," Emily said in that –if you don't act happy I'll lodge this tube of lipstick through your skull – kind of tone.
"Why am I friends with you again?" I giggled.
"Because if you weren't you wouldn't have a job," she said oh so matter –of –factly.
To tell you the truth, I looked hot. Completely hot, and I'm not trying to sound braggy. My hair is flowing, my eyelashes batting adorably, and my lips glossed and glittered. Emily dressed me up in a turtleneck dress with no sleeves – it was way too hot for that. The dress flowed down to my knees and I wore my regular shiny crimson high heels. My lips are cherry red and I blush.
I'm excited.
I'm going to see Shadow.
I don't know why I want to see him. Maybe it was because he was nice to me? I blushed as I remembered him the last time I saw him before he left. Strange... I left only a month after him...
We walked out of the house and we both pretended to be like those women in the old movies. We wrapped long scarves around our heads and wore the largest pairs of sunglasses we could find. I hopped into my black and red Mazda convertible, and we were off.
...
So here we are.
I'm nervous. I don't know how to act.
I haven't seen any of them in years.
Emily urges me to open the door, and I gently knock on it. Emily rolled her sapphire eyes. "Yes, because in this mansion I'm sure they heard that," she said sarcastically.
It was true. This place was gigantic. It made my home look like the shed for the shed in the back.
"Take out your hammer," she said, proud to be my friend. "We'll show them that Amy Rose is here!" we both said the last part together.
I took out my old piko – piko hammer, marveling at it. I lifted it up before bringing it crashing down onto the door.
"Amy's here!" I heard somebody announce.
I blushed and put it away, fidgeting with my headband. "Do I look okay?" I asked.
"You look great, Rosie," Emily said happily.
"I sure do hope so," I muttered.
The door swung open, revealing...
"Tails?"
The kit was now tall, boyish features outgrown. He's twenty now, and he's wearing a white lab coat and beige pants. "Oh, hey Amy!" he cried. "Wow, look at you! You look great."
I laughed. "Me? Look at you! You're a Professor at Harvard, right?" I asked. He graduated college when he was twelve, and we had a Harvard over here on Mobius.
"Yeah. The pay's pretty good," he chuckled. His aqua eyes looked over at my friend, and his tails popped out. "This must be Emily! Hello," he greeted, taking one of her hands into both of his. "My name is Miles Prower, but you can call me Tails."
Emily smiled. "I've heard about you! Wow, you all are so great!" she breathed.
"You haven't met the rest of us," Tails and I muttered.
I looked at him, surprised. "What?" I asked.
He blushed. "Um, nothing. Err, why don't you come in?" he said, gesturing awkwardly to the open door.
I stepped up; not thinking it was this high up and teetered over. A gloved hand caught my arm, and I thought of the worst. 'Oh Chaos, not him,' I thought furiously.
"Watch where you're going," a dark voice grumbled, setting me gently on the ground. My cheeks flooded with warmth as I realized who this was.
My eyes snapped up, but the person was gone.
I looked back at Emily, who was busy chatting with Tails. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. Oh gawd, I looked like a total dork!
I stood up straight and smoothed out the wrinkles in my dress. I took in a deep breath and put on a smile. "Do you need help with anything?" I asked.
"Well, now that you mention it, I need help making some caramel. Do you still cook?" he asked.
I nodded eagerly. Some time away from everyone else and doing what I did best would be fun. "Oh yes! And you know what would go best with that? A coconut custard pie!" (A/N: Mmm... Pie...)
Tails smiled. "That would be great! You're such a help, Amy!"
"I taught her everything she knows," Emily bragged. I blushed, because, this was, of course, true. The first time I was in the kitchen, I loved to cook, but I just couldn't. I nearly burned the whole place down my first try.
I glared daggers at Emily. "Let's not talk about my imperfections, shall we?" I growled.
Emily smirked. "Well, I'm off to meet more people. Can you introduce me?"
Tails nodded and grabbed her hand, leading her down the hall. I smiled softly. Now everyone I loved would be here.
"I hope that she's not trying to steal my boyfriend," a younger voice retorted.
Cream was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. She glared at me.
"Are you okay Cream?" I asked.
"No."
Well, isn't someone being friendly. I frowned. "She's just trying to get to know everyone. Calm down."
"Why are you acting like she's so great?" she yelled. She wore a chestnut mini dress and those glittery brown sandals. Her hair was combed shoulder length behind her ears.
"She's been my friend for the last five years," I said with an equal amount of attitude. High school has prepared me for this.
"What about me?" she shouted. "I've been your best friend for my whole life!" she cried.
I looked at her evenly. "You still are my best friend," I said calmly. "But I have grown up, and I have other people in my life now, Cream," I said quietly. "I think you'll just have to get along with it."
Cream just huffed and stalked out of the room. I watched her with an emotionless face and went off to find the kitchen.
...
I was whisking away, my mind wandering.
"Hey, Ames," somebody greeted. As the unsociable girl I can be sometimes, I just said a quiet 'hello,' and didn't even lift my head to see who it was.
"Do you still run?" Maybe it was Silver.
"Not really," I said, putting some sugar into it. "I mean, at my college, I do track, but other than that, no. I'm so lazy these days. Not like I was much help back with you guys anyway," I sighed.
"You were a lot of help, Ames. Don't say that," he chided me.
"I was nothing but a stalker," I murmured. "But I'm better now."
I poured the caramel over the pie and put it in the oven. After shutting the door, I turned to see who I was talking to.
I paled, the whisk in my hand falling to the floor.
"Sonic?" I ghosted out. My lips pressed into a thin line and my jade eyes narrowed.
He smiled. He was older now –twenty six, I think? – and was taller, stronger. He had that... same goofy grin... and his emerald eyes sparkled...
I frowned. "I have to leave," I muttered. I turn, spun around on my heel and stalked out of the room.
He easily caught up with me.
"Amy, can't we just talk?" he asked. I pretended I couldn't hear him and kept on walking. "You look real pretty, Ames," he murmured.
I blushed and bit my lip. I promised myself I wouldn't go down this path again.
"Thank you," I snarled through gritted teeth.
"Aw, c'mon, Ames. Why don't you come down here and sit with me?" he asked cutely.
I frowned. "If I hear that I hunted you down the house, I will sue," I growled.
"Hey, this is my house," Sonic chuckled. He looped an arm around my waist, and I squirmed uncomfortably.
"Hey, get off of me," I whispered.
But he didn't listen. He never does.
...
I'm sitting down on Sonic's lap –that perv – and I'm saying hi to everyone again.
Knuckles is twenty seven now. Larger than I remember, and a lot more... well, he's pretty dumb. Sonic did that poke on the shoulder and then move to the other side and do it again thing.
Espio is flying solo right now. He teaches a karate class, but still does detective work every once in a while.
Vector was working in the bank, remarkably. Charmy accompanied him, but was now fast asleep in the corner of the room.
I talked with Cream after she calmed down. She told me about school and I gladly listened. She and Tails have been dating for a few years, apparently, and are happy. She's been in for her first year at Harvard. I told her how I was studying writing and the arts. I told her to stop by my house so I could show her some of my drawings.
I'm looking around, hoping and pleading that I might see that one black and red hedgehog appear somewhere.
Cream caught my desperate look. "He's outside," she whispered with a small smile.
Sonic's hand was on my waist. Not that I hated being this close to him –it's been my dream... hasn't it? –but I need to see him.
"Do you want another beer?" I asked, leaning in close.
He smiled. "Thanks, Ames," he laughed. The house was filled with so many people I don't even remember... and I haven't seen Silver or Blaze, come to think of it.
I marched out to the terrace, heels clicking on the tiles. I gasp as I see my target.
He's holding a wine glass in his hand, red wine swishing around. He's sitting in a black chair, elbow on the table His quills are exactly the same as when I last saw him. He's wearing a dark maroon T – shirt with a black tie and black jeans. Not exactly the most elegant look, but it looks... nice on him.
I look over my dress to make sure I looked nice. I reapply some makeup, but not really sure I want to impress him. My heart's pounding in my chest as I look at him, his bright crimson orbs staring up at the starry sky.
Just as I take a step forward to say hello, an ivory figure lands in front of him.
Rouge.
Her purple wings are glittering in the moonlight. She looks beautiful in her long shimmering violet dress. It shows off her legs and a pair of bright white boots –steel tipped, of course. She's wearing a pair of white gloves and her white hair flows just past her shoulders. It's hard to believe that she's twenty nine.
"Shadow," she says seductively.
Shadow barely looked up at her. I hid behind a wall near the two, close enough so that I could just hear what they're saying.
"The Chaos Emerald and the detector are in the kid's room," Rouge said quietly. I heard a chair being moved. She's sitting down next to him.
Shadow's voice was the same –cold, bored, a bit pissed off. "He's no longer a child, Rouge," he murmured. I heard him take a long sip of the alcohol.
"The point is," Rouge growled, "We have the chance to snatch it now."
"I am not a thief," he sighed. "This is your area of expertise. I will see you back at the club."
I felt my blood go cold. He was leaving? Already? I tried not to focus on the dull ache in my chest.
"You are a part of GUN, Shadow," Rouge argued. "This is your mission. You must complete the objective," she said smugly.
Shadow sighed. "If they didn't pay so well I'd be out of there in a heartbeat," he sighed. I could imagine him staring sadly at his half empty glass.
"Anyways, I need you to do Chaos control into the room. I know the combo, so it's easy as cake." That didn't even make SENSE! But I do like cake...
Shadow heaved a tired groan. "Fine. I feel bad for the genius, however. He's worked so hard..." Shadow whispered.
Rouge didn't seem to care. "Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked excitedly. "This is the most exciting mission in months! I mean, last week the Commander made me get him a bagel, so... yeah..." she said, sweat dropping.
Shadow got up, but his ears perked. I whipped my head back to the wall.
"Wait here," he whispered. I went completely still, praying that he didn't see me.
A second later, a gloved hand covered my mouth.
"My, my. It seems that we have an eavesdropper, Rouge," he said.
I couldn't help but look at him. His face is older – I can still see the same pain from eleven years ago. His shoulders are broader, more angled. His ruby irises glowed as I stared into him.
All my mush for brain could think was: DUUUHHHH... My heart pounded harder than before, a blush making its way across my cheeks. I could feel my hands shaking. Was I scared? Shadow looked quite attractive right about now, and with him so close, I could only wonder what it would be like if we ki-
"Are you even paying attention to me?" he demanded.
No. "Yes," I said quietly. "I came out here to say hi, not to listen to your crazy robbery plans!"
Shadow's brows furrowed. "You are... familiar," he said, deciding on the word.
My jaw nearly fell to the ground. He didn't remember? A second ago, I wanted to kiss him, now I wanted to smack him into next week. He was worse than Sonic!
Well, on second thought...
"My name is Amy Rose!" I snarled. "I was the one who convinced you not to destroy earth!"
He looked at me blankly.
I groaned, held my nose and made my voice as high as it could be. "SOOOONIIIC!" it was like my old catch phrase or something.
Shadow winced. "Ah, now I remember."
Rouge waltzed over, looking glamorous. "Sorry, he's not good with memorizing faces," she apologized. I still don't like her.
Shadow looked at me, up and down. He didn't look pleased. I felt like my hair would burst into flames.
Hugs can easily turn into a death strangle.
"Excuse me for not being up to your likings," I muttered.
"It's not that," he said softly.
I went from enraged to confused in an instant. "What?" I stuttered. "What are you talking about?"
"Welcome," both he and Rouge said.
"Welcome to what?" I demanded.
"You are the newest Agent in GUN. Congratulations."
I passed out.
...
Hi! This is my first Shadamy, so be nice! And I know Amy and Cream are out of character –they're older now.
Shadow: Oh, great. Another love story. Why can't this be with Sonic?
Sonic: Because I'm just that awesome!
Amy: That doesn't even make any sense!
Shadow: The lady has a point, Sonic.
Amy: Ahem, the LADY has a NAME!
Sonic: Yeah, Shadow.
While they settle things, I'm happy if anyone reads this. This goes to my BFF's, Mind Seeker and Theatis. WEE! COFFEE! Soda! HAHAHA!
Sonic, Shadow, and Amy: Too much caffeine...
MWAHAHAHA! READ IT AND THINK I'M CRAZY!
Peace out!
~ShadowRox