Silver shuddered as the Matron kicked him out into the cold, bleak street. The cold, bleak street he knew so well. The cold, bleak street he'd spent most of his life in. All because of his powers. He didn't know how to control them. He was only 11. He was strong. He was full of courage. But all that melts away when he sees her. Blaze. His best friend and only friend. The person who brings out the best in him. She was here somewhere. She was always out here. Silver had only spent four nights sleeping in the orphanage: her five. Out of 10 years being there. She had powers as well: fire. Her temper didn't help either. She was leaning against a tree, staring at the setting sun.
"Blaze!" he cried, running up to her. She looks up, and sprints towards me.
"SILVER!" she said, hugging him. Every time she was with Silver her life felt so much happier, so much more exiting. Together, they headed too their normal spot. They had a little den underground, with a bed, a table, and a little fireplace they'd found in the dump. Being as they'd lived here for about 10 years, they had to resort to thievery. Once, Sliver almost got caught, and used his telekinesis to hide. Tonight, Blaze was planning to tell Silver something.
Tonight, Silver was planning to tell Blaze something.
Blaze POV
I watched as he slipped into the den. I could hardly keep it inside! But I couldn't yet- I told myself wait till gets sleepy. Silver was a weird- when he was tired, he seemed to think things through better than before. He was just so…cute. No, but I have to tell him how I feel about him. Ever since we first met, I'd had a crush on him, but now we were eleven, and growing up, I felt the urge to tell him. I lit some candles to set the mood. Then I sat opposite him.
"Silver, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for years." His ears perk up.
"I-I l-love y-you, Silver." I stutter, looking down, ashamed. I'm in love with a hedgehog; I should be clawing him alive. Silver holds my chin. I look up.
"M-me t-too." He struggles. Before he can continue, my lips meet mine, and we share our first kiss.
"Blaze, I was gonna say that too!" he playfully complains. But then, his smile drops.
"Blaze, I've been thinking…" he says, looking down.
"What is it Sliver?" I ask, curious.
"Maybe…maybe we should run…run away." He mumbles softly.
"YES! But, we need lots of supplies and-"my speech drops at the stockpile of stuff he shows.