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Should I?
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"He ran away. Can you believe that? I offer him the chance to be my Valentine, and he runs away."
Amy was sprawled out on the couch that she'd, months ago, forced Tails to buy and locate in his work room. She was jabbering on about Sonic's most recent rejection of her, eyes livid and cheeks rosy with rage. Her lips pouted every now and again as her arms and hands moved in narration to her story.
Tails stood before Tornado and pretended to tighten something here and there, all the while watching Amy out of the corner of his eye. Watching and wondering if he should.
"Then I chased him through the park. And you know what he did? He turned and smirked at me, like there was no way I could catch him."
Tails nodded, his way of showing that he was listening, but Amy didn't notice. She never did. She was too wrapped up in her tale of the chase; unaware of his focus on her; unaware of the way his eyes followed the motion of her lips.
"So then he knocked the gun out of my hands. Can you believe that? He knocked the gun right out of my hands and kept on running."
Tails sympathetically nodded, not because he wanted to but because he felt Amy would want him to. That is, if she were actually paying attention to him. She wasn't. However, she was lying quite comfortably on the couch he'd bought for her. Lying stretched out in a relaxed position, her jaw moving up and down, her lips pressing together and parting.
"I jumped off the building. And you know what he did? He watched and frowned as I landed onto a trample lean, like he'd wanted me to hit the asphalt or something."
There was so much he wanted to say to Amy. So many emotions he wanted to put into words. The problem was he didn't know how. And there she lied, oblivious to his feelings as she wondered aloud how Sonic could possibly have rejected her.
"…Amy." The name, uttered softly and hesitantly, was immediately bowled over by the hedgehog's loud and obnoxious voice.
"So then I kicked. Can you believe that? Me, kicking Sonic right where it hurts."
Believe it? Yes, Tails believed Amy capable of such a feat. She inflicted pain of that extent on him emotionally, almost everyday; barging into his workroom, demanding his attention, and throwing buckets of insults his way should he tell her to leave.
No more.
"Amy!" He whirled around and stomped loudly over to her, his wrench raised high above his head. "I HATE YOU!"
He'd done it. He'd finally done it. This was all he could think as he brought his wrench hurtling down. It was freedom, what Sonic surely felt running at a speed faster than sound.
Then it was over.
It came crashing down. His wrench, that is. To the floor.
"Tails." Amy stood upright on the couch, her hammer, which she had used to deflect the wrench, held firmly in her hands. "Tails," she said again. "Tails."
Tails stared up in horror at the pink hedgehog who smiled sweetly down at him. "Yes, Amy," he stuttered.
"How 'bout you pick up your wrench and pretend to do whatever it is you do with your little plane, and I'll pretend this didn't happen."
Tails gulped and nodded. Amy giggled and flopped into a lying position on the couch. "So the doctors," she continued, "said Sonic would be okay."
Tails stood before the side of Tornado. Amy's words poured over him as he began his pretense of tightening something here and there. His gaze shifted to the keys to Tornado on his desk and then the open garage door. As he continued to tighten nothing, he silently wondered, "Should I?"