Note: This is my first fan fiction, so enjoy!

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Happy thanksgiving!

Chapter 1- Amy's Point of View, 3:35 p.m.

"AMY? AMMY!"

Amy jumped up off the couch startled. Had she heard the doorbell? No, she would have heard it. Then there was only one solution- the one person she could trust with the location of the extra key was here.

Cream.

"AMMMMY!" Cream called again, louder. Suddenly she appeared, as cute as ever. "Amy! Gosh, have you gone deaf? I was calling!"

"I heard, I heard, sorry," Amy said, squishing Cream into a tight, sisterly hug. Cream hugged back. "What is so important?" Amy wondered if someone had died, or if Eggman was back or something. Even if Eggman WAS back, it wouldn't matter. She hadn't fought him in years. She hadn't done anything that exciting and dangerous in forever. She only watched it on T.V and listened to the radio of her old friends exciting adventures.

"Look! This came in the mail," Cream waved a red piece of paper wildly around. "It's an invitation! To Tail's Christmas party."

Amy reached for the letter, her stomach twisted in a knot. She hadn't seen any of her old friends, except for Cream, in ages. So why was Tails was suddenly inviting her and Cream to the party? Did he actually MISS them?

Cream sensed Amy's confusion, so she explained. "I saw Tails a week or so ago in a store. We caught up for a little bit, but we both had places to go and stuff, so he asked me if I wanted to come to his Christmas party."

"Oh," Amy said slowly, "Well I hope you have fun."

"Wait," Cream stopped Amy, "You're invited too! Tails even asked about you, I swear. You know you want to go." When Amy made no sign of excitement, she tried, "You know Sonic will be there."

Sonic.

Amy sat on the couch, frustrated. She wanted to go to the party so bad. She wanted to see her old friends, see if they missed her. Did they? How long had it been? Two or three years? Four? No. She thought it was three. Even if they missed her so much they would die if they didn't see her soon, she wasn't sure Sonic wanted her to come.

"Sonic? You know what happened with him."

Cream hung her head in shame of bringing it up. "It's been awhile . . . Maybe you can make up with him."

She didn't know that wasn't very likely. Ever since he told it was time to move on a few Christmases ago for good and forever (and she knew he meant forever), she had never seen any of her friends again. She told herself it would be better for all of them, but in her heart she knew it was humiliation that kept her from going back.

"I don't know Cream." Amy ran her fingers through her quills.

"Please?" Cream begged. "It would mean so much to me, and Tails too."

"Well," Amy paused, looking away. Maybe it was time. Eff Sonic. "Well, okay. Fine. I'll go. But I'm not going just to hook up with Sonic or anything."

And that was that.

Later-Amy's P.O.V, 5:15 p.m.

It was the night of the party. Amy nervously was rifling through her closet, looking for something to wear besides her usual red dress. Cream sat on Amy's bed, her feet swinging as she hummed along to Christmas songs.

"Creeeeeam! I have nothing to wear!" Amy whined. Red dress. Red dress. Red dress. Red dress. Why did she own only the same dress? Why didn't she go shopping, like Vanilla took Cream shopping?

"Well, it's too late to go shopping. The party starts in a few hours." Cream nervously hopped of the bed and joined Amy at her closet. "Wow that's a lot of dresses."

"I know, but they're all the same!" Amy put her hands over her face. Was this really happening? Tonight of all nights?

"Nuh uh, that one has a stain on it," Cream pointed out.

"Cream."

"Okay, sorry. What's that?" Cream pointed her finger up at a box on a shelf. It was pink and blue striped and looked quite old. There was a brown stain on the side and the pattern was faded.

"I don't know. I think it was my mom's."

"Well why don't you wear whatever is in there? It's either that or your usual dress."

Amy knew Cream had a point. She wanted to show Sonic and the others that she was different, not the same old Amy.

"I can't reach it, can you?" Amy asked.

"Um, I'm shorter than you? Why don't you boost me on your shoulders? I can reach it then."

Amy agreed. Cream stood on her shoulders, pulled out the box, and

CRASH.

Cream had pulled the box out (which was much more heavier than it looked), and fell off Amy.

"Ow," Amy rubbed her head, "Well let's see what's in here."

"Let's do it," Cream smiled and reached for the box.