A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ!: I am NOT the creator of this story! I am simply writing it because ShadAmyLoverFan could not. So if you like this story, give me your comments and I shall pass them to her. Also, Reviewing makes me and her happy! ^_^

P.S.: You should read her stories instead of the ones I write, because hers seemed so realistic! Talk about WOW!

Full Summary~ Amy is stressed from dating Sonic, so she decides to take a vacation to Hawaii, no? Eggman raids the city she's in and turns her into a fox. When she gets back to Angel Island, everyone questions her identity. Amy, or shall I say May, decides to play along, but when Sonic tries to kiss her and says, "Don't tell Amy," she blows him off. What happens next? That's exactly why this was written!

I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm living the life I've always wanted to, but I'm just not happy with it.

I just knew that me blowing off the words of Buddhism would come back and bite me in the ass. I quote the Buddhist's exact words, "You think that money, fame, or fortune will make you happy. It will just give you something else to complain about." Unquote. *Sigh*. Somehow, Buddhist's are always right. . .

Let me fill you in here:

~Flashback~

"Amy. I-I've come to tell you something important."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I was thinking. I love you, you know? And I wanted to know if you were interesting in dating. . .are you?"

"Depends on who I'm dating."

"Um. . .Amy: Would you date me? See how it's like?"

"Proudly, Sonic. May I stop being mature about this?"

"Um, sure, I guess."

"YAAAAAY! Sonic! Sonic! Soooooooniiiiiiiic!"

~End Flashback~

Um. Yeah.

I was so happy then, but lately, Sonic's been saying I'm just a tad chubby. He only gives me two meals a day; one meal consisting entirely of vegetables. He makes me run for two-and-a-half hours straight with a 3-minute water break. When I do eat, it's just 5 pieces of broccoli for dinner; half a steak at night.

He's just being such a control freak. So here I am: Waiting in my hot-pink-wallpapered house, waiting for Sonic to arrive and take me out to watch him eat Mexican food. Him only. Well, he said he'd give me a pumpkin empanada just because I'd earned a third meal. I was starting to get really stressed out, and since Sonic thought we were almost a couple now, he spoke his mind.

"You're chubby. You won't lose weight. I can't take you to Whataburger too much. You still won't lose weight. When I eat my Mexican food, will you pay for me?"

He saves the world every week, and he asks his accomplice: Jobless, boobless, Sakura pink friend to pay for him? I was just pulling my hair out at night all the time. I bit my nails. I had even resorted to—Ding Dong.

Oh, great. Here comes the king, here comes the king!

I went to the door and threw it open. It was just a little harder than I thought.

"Whoa, Ames, that training must've buffed you up on the inside, because that door flew open like a Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve!"

Ha, ha. Besides, the cookies were the thing that helped me: The sugar-free ones that had multiplied into about a hundred packages in my pantry. That's why I wasn't skin and bone, or fat and flabby.

After Sonic's Mexican food and my empanada—we'd decided on cherry, I rushed home, my boots squeaking on the kitchen tile. I ripped the pantry door off its hinges and took out two full packages of chocolate chunk cookies. I ran to the couch, shaking from my lack of sugar, and tore open both packages at the same time. I stuck one hand in each bag and grabbed the cookies out of the plastic cartons inside. I ate about ten cookies at a time, not stopping until both cartons were empty and then I laid down of my fluffy pink Princess bejeweled pillow, trying to sleep.

When I decided that I couldn't sleep, I looked at my pink alarm clock. It was midnight. There was just one thing I had to get out of the way before I could finally rest in peace.

I shakily got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen and picked up the red phone on the wall. I dialed the number:

988-BLUR

What a stupid phone number.

Anyway, I dialed the damn number and Sonic's stuffy, sleepy voice answered, "Ello?"

"Sonic, didn't you learn in speech class? It's hello, and I called for something urgent."

"House on fire?"

"Nope."

"Dog run away?"

"I have a dead cat, that's it."

"Sorry for your loss, I want to sleep, goodbye."

"SONIC!" Sonic! Onic. . .Onic. . .My voice echoed throughout the nearly empty house.

"Whaddya want, Ames?"

"I need something really, really badly."

"Smack?"

"Sonic! You bastard, I don't do that stuff at all!"

"Then I run out of guesses."

"Screw you! I'm goin' on a 2-week vacation to Hawaii!"

"Could I come?"

"Girls only! Sorry!" I shouted, slammed the phone onto the hook, and stomped off to the plushy hot pink couch.