Chapter 1
Amy was sitting peacefully in her favourite local café tucked away in the corner booth with her tea and her bag writing in her diary.
It was difficult to be out in public on a quiet day, but even more difficult when you wanted some time to yourself as there was always the pictures and autographs that stopped her having anytime alone. This meant she spent most of her time talking to strangers than getting on with her daily tasks.
This was one of the reasons this little café was her favourite, no one really came in often and those who did were regulars and the novelty had worn off from day one.
Although she did occasionally get the odd discount on whatever she bought.
However on this particular day some guy walked with a suit and in the middle of a clearly important phone call. He seemed quite ignorant and didn't take much notice to his surroundings, the only time he stopped talking was when he made his order and then went back to his call sitting in the booth behind Amy.
"Look I just don't think that it's a good idea, it's overused and dead. No one want books about the poor girl with bad luck who gets the perfect guy, we need something new, something no one's ever heard of before." The mysterious guy said to whoever was on the other end of the call.
Amy, who was oblivious to the man behind her, continued writing in her diary until she became stuck and began tapping her pen on the table absentmindedly.
"Well maybe we should just- hang on a second." The man spoke as the tapping noise became a distraction.
He turned around and peeked his head in the next booth "Excuse me but could you stop tapping a minute I'm trying to make a call and it's rather irritating." He said sternly.
"Oh sorry I didn't realise." Amy said before turning back slightly.
The man was about to get back to his call but he noticed that the person he was talking to was the famous Amy Rose and she was in the middle of writing something.
"I'll call you back." He said quickly and ended the call.
"Excuse my rudeness Miss Rose I wasn't aware I was in the presence of such an important figure here in Station Square. Allow me to introduce myself, my names Ben." Ben said positioning himself in front of Amy.
"Who me, nah not really the guys are more important I'm more of the behind the scenes type person." Amy replied modestly.
"Oh don't be so hard on yourself I'm sure your just as important as the others." He encouraged.
"Not really. I mean sure I can do things most normal people can't but my skills are nothing compared to the others; I'm more of a backup. I usually sit in the side lines and observe." Amy said.
"Well I guarantee the others don't see you as just that. Oh I couldn't help but notice you were writing something there if you don't mind me asking just what is it?" Ben pushed.
Amy wasn't so sure she wanted to admit what she was writing, as it was personal, but then again it wasn't like he was asking to read it.
"Oh well it's just my diary, well not much of a diary. I only started it in case one day I'm not able to remember everything at least I could have a more solid place to store my memories." Amy replied.
"Ah, so it's not just about you then it's about everyone involved in your life, or your day at least." He asked.
"Well I suppose so."
'This is perfect, it's exactly the type of story I'm looking for and it's about real and important people. The public will eat it up.'
"I know this sounds rushed and impolite but I'm a publisher you see and I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a book based on your adventures and daily life with your friends. You know get the perspective from behind the scenes maybe?" Ben asked.
Oh great maybe he did want to read it. Then again I don't have to say yes I'll think about it and ask the others what they think.
"Well I don't know I mean I'd have to make sure everybody was okay with me writing about them." Amy said still not sure if it was a good idea to write about her private thoughts and feelings.
"Okay but if you change your mind give me a call." He said and handed her a card before walking away.
Amy was sat staring at the card before packing away her stuff and made her way home.
Later that day Amy met up with Rouge and Cream to discuss what happened this morning.
"So what do you think I should do?" Amy asked.
"I say write it, it'll be great besides I know you'd do a good job, and they always say write what you know." Rouge replied.
"I agree I think you'll do fine and I'm okay with you writing about me and I'm sure the others will feel the same." Cream said supportively.
"Okay I just have to make sure the boys don't have a problem with it. Want to join me? She asked and they left to visit the others at Tails' workshop.
Even with the support of her friends Amy still wasn't sure what she could write about would be any good and she felt weird and uncomfortable about writing about her friends, she would die if they didn't like it or thought it was terrible.
In Tails' living room Sonic, Knuckles, Shadow and Tails were sitting watching TV until the girls walked in to discuss Amy's book.
"Okay you lazy goons listen up we have something important to discuss, well not so much discuss just say yes or no and we're outta here." Rouge said as she barged in.
"And this is important thing is…?" Tails asked.
"Amy's writing a book about us!" Cream answered excitedly.
"What?" Knuckles asked.
"A publisher approached me today and asked if I'd be interested in writing a book about us and our adventures, I told him I'd check to see what you guys thought of it first." Amy explained.
There was clearly mixed views in the room just from the expressions of their face.
"Well I guess its okay, but we will see what you wrote right?" Tails asked.
"Oh of course I wouldn't dare send it out before I got all of your opinions of it, I'm not even sure if I want to write it anyway." Amy replied.
"Well you have my permission just make sure I look good." Knuckles said.
"Knuckles please, be realistic, besides if she's gonna make anyone look good it's gonna be me." Rouge said.
"What about you Shadow?" Amy asked.
"Personally I don't care." Shadow responded.
Amy noticed that Sonic had also remained quiet during this conversation and wondered what could be wrong. Plus from the look on his face he didn't seemed as pleased or okay as the others.
"Sonic? Are you fine with this?" Amy asked but Sonic didn't reply just mumbled.
Sonics opinion meant the world to Amy and to have him not support her on what could be a great opportunity, whether she wanted to take it or not, really hit her hard. She could always rely on Sonics encouragement as he could rely on hers.
"Sonic? If you're not happy I won't write it, it's not a definite decision anyway and I only agreed to it if everyone was happy about it." Amy stressed.
"Hey Sonic can I speak to you for a sec?" Knuckles said.
Knuckles and Sonic went into the hallway leaving everyone in the front room closing the door behind them and moving closer to the stairs.
"Look its nothing to get worried about so she writes a book, I mean its Amy what's the worst she can do? We all know she can't say anything bad about us and like she said she won't do anything we don't like. So just say yes and if you change ya mind tell her and she'll quit." Knuckles reasoned.
"It's not that. I just don't think it's a good idea I mean the whole of station square sees our lives most days now they get the private parts of our lives too there's just nothing for us." Sonic explained.
"I'm sure it won't be that bad plus she probably won't write anything too revealing it'll just be our adventures and stuff. I doubt she'll talk about our private lives." Knuckles said.
"Yeah guess you're right, besides we get to see it anyway." Sonic agreed.
They walked back in the living room and Sonic approached Amy.
"Okay Ames I'm fine with you writing the book if you want. I know you'll do well." Sonic said with his signature smile.
"Really well I guess if you're all okay with it, I guess I can give it a shot." She said with more excitement.
The others also got excited and were too busy congratulating Amy to notice a certain hedgehog who is still clearly not pleased with this.