To Be Just Like You
Sonic…so many great things to say about him; he's nice, cool, funny, smart, super fast…the list just goes on and on. Me, I can't think of one good thing about myself. People claim I'm annoying, clingy, and even obsessive at times.
Sonic's my role model; I want to be just like him. I want to walk like him, talk like him, to be just like him in anyway. As long as if I don't have to be myself, I'll be happy.
"Chris?" Quickly snapping out of my thoughts, I looked into his emerald green eyes.
Sonic flashed me one of his famous smiles and chuckled.
"You okay, pal? You seem a bit dazed."
Mirroring his smile, I replied, "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking is all."
Sonic's great, the way he cares about his friends is just fantastic. He would risk his life just to save somebody else's life. Always longing to be like that, but I'm a coward though. Usually I'm having people save me, rather than saving someone else, which is what I would like to do.
Sonic has saved me tons of times, most of the time, I wish he hadn't. Not that I don't appreciate him saving me, I just wanted to save somebody else. I want to feel important, just like Sonic. I remember the time I once saved Sonic, though. Don't know how, but he ended up in my pool in the backyard, gasping for oxygen, almost drowning to death.
Luckily, I jumped into the water, grabbed his available limp arm, and hauled him up to the surface. I saved his life by a mere second. Ever since I saved him that day, we've been friends, inseparable at times.
Sonic the Hedgehog sighed and sat down on the green grass, next to a giant Oak tree, blanketing him in a dim shadow. Smiling as the cool breeze brushed through his spiky, blue quills, Sonic closed his eyes and sighed again.
"Beautiful day, huh?"
I look down at him, "Yeah, it is. I wish we have more days like this."
Sonic, my best friend, nodded his head in agreement. I'm glad Sonic's my friend. It's the closest thing to not being…well, myself. It's kind of a silly thing to say, but it's true. When I'm with Sonic, I don't feel like myself, but as someone else.
And…I like being this "someone else".
The End?
Author notes: I wanted to try writing about Chris, about Sonic being his role model, and not liking who he is. I wanted Chris to feel important when he's with Sonic. Short story, I know, couldn't think of anything to make the story longer.