Spin Control—KakashicutenessxSonicfan99
So I said to myself: Jewel, you want to read a Sonic story. Turns out I didn't.I was tired of Sonic this, and Sonic that. I needed the next best thing. . . A Shadow story! Good job, Jewel!
~AMY'S POV~
I hate myself. I hate Sonic. He never ever helps me. He won't ever love me. I must move on. . .
I walked into Chili Palace, a new one of Sonic's favorite restaurants. I always used to go there for a Speedy Go drink or two. I needed to let go now. Amy, the main worker, said hello to me. "I hate him, Amy." She looked puzzled and told me to sit down and talk to her. "Now what exactly happened, Amy?" She asked me.
"I don't care about him. He gives Tails, Knuckles, cream and everyone else time to talk with him. When I poke my head in, he says he has to go. He says he's always to busy to take me here." She sighed.
"What's up Amy?" I asked her. I knew her all too well.
"You liked Sonic?"
"Of course I do!"
"Um, come with me to our VIP room, please." I followed her and watched as she cracked the VIP door open. I gasped and stared in shock at him. He was sitting with another girl. He was lost in her face. I turned to Amy and calmly said, "OK. I'm through with him. Er, I was before I came here, but now it is confirmed." Amy looked sadly at me. "I'm guessing you'll be ordering Sprite now instead of Speedy Go." I nodded silently, still staring at Sonic. "I liked that drink a lot but. . ." I trailed off at a loss of words.
"Amy, if you liked that drink, the company did make Diet Go and Get up and Go."
"It still reminds of his sickness." I growled.
"Give me a Passion Smoothie and some Chili Fries, please." I walked back to the normal peoples tables. I'd ask to pretty please sit in the VIP room a month ago, but now I hated him so much. I ate my food, tipped Amy forty percent of my bill, paid, and left.
Home. So fluffy. So plush. The bright pink walls warmed me like the sun. I changed into a knee-length hot pink gown and my matching plush slippers. I sat on the carpeted floor and meditated. Ever since Sonic told me I got angry too much, I converted to a Buddhist. With much practice, I'd become as calm as them.
Much later, as I was still meditating calmly, I heard a rap at the door. I got up and answered it. "Oh. Hello, Sonic." I said coldly. "Hey, Amy. I was just coming to check up on you." I growled angrily. "Don't worry about me, Sonic." I said in an obvious sarcastic voice. He frowned, "What's wrong, Ames." I was going to smack him! No, no. Calm down, Buddha. "You should worry about her. What's her name?" He stared at me suspiciously. "Who's name, Ames?" I growled again. This time, much louder. I was going to EXPLODE! "Oh, come on, Silly, that dame of yours. She's a Baby-blue hedgehog. Has flaming red-brown eyes. Dresses like a ho." Sonic gasped and stepped back. "Lunesta, a ho? Just because she wears denim mini-skirts and halter tops doesn't mean she's a ho. Are you OK, Ames?" Oh, this is sooo gonna go on my permanent Buddhist record. "Will. You! SHUT! UP! You stupid Cobalt Hedgehog. I loved you, Sonic. Yet, you never spent time with me. You avoided me, you asshole! Then, you think I can be replaced with a God-damned punk slash ho? No damn way!" He winced. "Ames, I didn't think—" I happily gave him the bird and continued, "Don't you fucking call me Ames, you bastard! That's a boyfriend-girlfriend name! And we are obviously not that! You hear me Sonic? Stay the crap away from my house and that counts for your ho, Lunesta-bitch too! You wanna ignore me, bi-yotch? I'll ignore you, Ya sorrowful, selfless ass!" I spit in his face and slammed the door on his nose. "Ouch!" He cried, "Ames, let me back in!" He wanted to mess with the A-dog did he? I opened the door, pulled him inside, and slammed him on the ground. Thank God the carpet was fluffier than his butt, or else the throw would have smashed his skull. I leaned close to his ear and whispered-but-really-shouted: "You want to mess with me, huh? What the fuck did I tell you? Don't call me Ames, you rat-bastard!" I stood up and put my slipper on the side of his head, holding him down. "Good thing I ain't wearing my boots or else you would have been dead already!" I moved my slipper over his mouth. I didn't want to hear that stupid scratchy voice anymore. I bent over to his level. "You know, Sonic, if I still loved you, I would've stopped long before this." I saw tears streaming down his face. "You ass! You're getting your pathetic tears all over my well-cleaned carpet!" I grabbed one of his spikes and pulled him up. I stared at his eyes. They were so sad. "No mercy for you. Not now, not ever." Still holding that wretched spike, I shouted, "Get your dumb ass out of my house and never come back!" I threw him out the door and he lay there, crumpled in a heap, just taking it. "Piss off!" I growled and slammed the door. Evening time was bedtime for me. I laid on my plush couch (I had no bed—too much money spent on décor) and dozed off.