Lightning.
It illuminated the figure standing on the sidewalk. The pouting rain made his quills droop. And every so often, a cold shiver ran through his veins. But he didn't care.
This girl was mad beyond belief at him, and he promised himself that he'd stand on her curb until he was forgiven. Despite the fact that he absolutely despised the rain, Amy was just more important.
And she watched him from the window, only catching a glimpse of a dark black shadow when the lightning struck somewhere far off in the distance. But she could clearly see his emerald green eyes, even if they were cast to the ground.
She was trying her best not to pity the hedgehog. He had missed one of their dates one too many times. He was not getting off the hook easily... But he looked so sad and forlorn out in the rain, his arms crossed over his chest, trying to keep warm.
She felt bad, she had a nice, dry, warm house, and she wasn't letting him in. But she mustn't feel bad for him! He's never felt bad for her before, why should she feel bad for him?... Because she loved him.
She cursed under her breath, throwing her blanket off. Her feet padded against the stairs, as she hurried to the door, throwing it open. His eyes snapped up to her in an instant, and he felt horrible. Sparkling tears brimmed in the corners of those ever so lovely jade eyes, and a deep frown engraved itself upon her muzzle.
"Sonic the Hedgehog... Get in here, this instant!" She sounded angry at him... But he couldn't mistake the worry that shook her vocal chords. It tugged at his heartstrings, and he trudged slowly into the house, leaving a puddle where he stood by the door.
He refused to move, as not to get the rest of her pristine, clean house dirty. He was just glad she let him in. Chaos, he hated water.
He didn't know where she had gone, but she left the room after he entered the house, and he just assumed she was going to continue to be upset with him. And he accepted it. But she came back a few minutes later, offering a dark blue towel to him. He found it funny how the blue of the towel matched his now darkened, waterlogged quills, but he still gratefully took the towel, and began to dry off. He did, however, take notice of the girl.
He back was turned to him, and despite how hard she may be trying to stop it, her back showed the signs of labored breathing.
"Amy? Are you-"
"WHY?" Her face turned to him, and he saw slight tear stains on her cheeks.
"Why what?"
"Why do you... Suddenly care about this?" She gestured to herself, but he knew exactly what she meant.
"You're my friend and-"
"EXACTLY! I'm your friend." She laughed bitterly, and the tears kept flowing, "That's all I'll ever be... Your friend..."
Now, he was pretty bad at telling when he messed up, but with this, the girl might as well have been holding a sign reading, "YOU EFFED UP."
"Listen, Ames-"
"Don't call me that. You don't... DESERVE to call me that."
That was a pang to his heart. She lowered her face, hiding behind the three bangs on her forehead. "I-"
"You what?!" Her eyes came back up to his, and he saw a fire in them. Maybe he should have stayed outside. "I get it, Sonic. You don't love me. Okay? I GET it." Her eyes averted from his again, and he decided it was best to stay silent.
Instead, he went up to the girl, am awkward expression upon his face... And wrapped his lanky arms around her. An embrace the two stayed in for a while...
"I'm sorry..." Sorry didn't cut it though.
A/N: This is probably just a short one. But I wouldn't consider it a drabble. It's way too long for that. So instead, it gets its own story. And... I might write another chapter for it if anybody wants me to.
