Just a long oneshot, was bored... All Characters belong to Sega except my one OC.
Falling Together
I closed my locker and out my bag over my shoulders. Blaze walked up to me with a hopeful smile on her face. "Hey," she said. I smiled.
"Hey." She started walking with me. "So did you understand the math test at all because I sure didn't?"
"The math test? Well it wasn't easy, that's for sure." I nodded.
"Exactly! Like we haven't even learned half the stuff that was on the test. Like seriously!" Blaze looked worried as we approached an exit door. "Uh B, you okay?" She shook her head.
"Don't go through that door!" I raised an eyebrow.
"Stop being so superstitious and c'mon," I said, opening the door. I walked through the door and a fountain of paint fell on me. Everyone started laughing. I noticed one particular person laughing in a successful way. I ran a hand through my paint soaked hair. I pulled out my hand and looked closer at the paint. Yup his signature color. I looked up. His laughing stopped but he still looked proud.
"Having fun over there, Rose," he said, smirking.
"I'm gonna kill you," I yelled, starting to run toward him. He started running, laughing. I ran after him. "Stop being a little girl and get over here Hedgehog!"
"At least I don't run like a little girl, Rose." I growled but kept running. I chased him all the way home- that's when I tackled him. We tumbled to the ground before rolling down the hill that was in the back of our houses. I landed on top of him. He smirked up at me. "How'd I know this would happen," he asked his voice sly. I punched his stomach hard. "Ouch," he said his voice sarcastic. I rolled my eyes but got off him, starting to walk up the hill. I heard him chuckle behind me. Why did I have to defy Blaze's warning? Now I had to get all this paint out my hair. Such a fun job. Especially since it somewhat dried from the wind going into my hair when I was running. I got back up to my front door and started fishing in my book bag for my keys. "You know, green is actually a good color on you," I heard him say. I punched his arm. "Was that supposed to hurt?"
"Ugh, will you just go away," I said, annoyed.
"I'm locked out my house, dropped my keys while you were chasing me so I can't leave you alone."
"Yes you can, go to your uncle's house it's right down the street if that hasn't slipped your mind."
"I'm tired, just got chased ten blocks over a bucket of paint." I glared up at him.
"Have you seen what I look like? You're lucky I haven't stabbed you yet." He chuckled.
"You're so violent."
"Thank you," I said, pulling out my keys. I unlocked the door and let myself and him into the house. "Make yourself at home, Hedgehog," I said, going upstairs. He was over all the time so it wasn't like I needed to watch him.
"Where you going, Rose," he asked.
"To get this gunk off me." He smirked.
"Have fun with that." I rolled my eyes but kept trudging up the steps. I took a quick shower, the paint coming right out my hair, and put on a pair of jeans and a purple Hollister t shirt. I walked back downstairs to see him lounging on the couch.
"How long are you planning to be here?"
"Till someone comes home. But maybe longer since I know how much you love it when I'm here." I rolled my eyes again, crossing my arms.
"Can you move over so I can sit down?" He reluctantly made room for me on the couch. I sat down, picking up the house phone from off the coffee table. I dialed my mom's cell.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hey mom, it's me just wanted to say that-"
"I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message." Voicemail. I sighed and hung up. I noticed him staring at me, a hint of sympathy on his face.
"What are you staring at, meathead?" He rolled his eyes.
"Shutup dirt face."
"Dirt face? Well that's creative."
"I know right, how smart am I?"
"Not at all, dumb butt." He chuckled. He sat up, moving a little closer to me before laying down, his head in my lap. "Do you want to be pushed onto the ground?"
"I'd love to see you try." I pushed him off me, onto the floor. He glared up at him. "You really want to get beat up don't you?" I rolled my eyes before looking away. I felt him grab my ankle and pull me onto the ground, making me land on my butt. Before I could say anything, he started tickling. I started laughing uncontrollably.
"Stop it," I said between laughs.
"No," he said, still tickling me. He straddled my hips and started trying to bite me with his sharp teeth.
"Get off me you weirdo," I said, pushing him off me. He chuckled, his light blue eyes mischievous. "Get away from me," I said, standing up and starting to walk away. He followed me into the kitchen. I got two brownies out a box and threw one to him. He caught it in one hand. I opened the wrapper of my brownie and sat up on the counter. He sat down in a chair, facing me, his long legs on either side of the back part. I noticed him staring at me again. "What do you want?" He shook his head, taking another bite of the brownie. I looked away, running a hand through my damp hair.
"Are you going to the Spring Fling," he asked, making my attention go back to him.
"I don't know. Dresses, big crowds dancing, drinking nasty punch: so not my thing." He chuckled. "Why are you asking anyway?"
"Just wondering."
"Are you going?" He shrugged.
"Depends. Isn't it girls' choice this time?"
"It's like that every year. More things have been slipping your mind than I thought." He chuckled.
"I was just making sure."
"Yea, so you say."
"So, about the Spring Fling…"
"What about it?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to…"
"Wanted to…?"
"Help me pull a prank on the freshmen. Can't have them believe that they're all big and bad now that the year's almost over."
"Um, you never ask me to help you pull pranks."
"I know, but you know, it's junior year, figured we could do something before senior year or before we kill each other." I let out a laugh.
"You mean before I kill you." He raised an eyebrow.
"Like you could beat me."
"You wanna go?"
"Naw, I just ate a brownie, I'm tired."
"Are you kidding? You probably want another one."
"I do, can I have another one?" I let out a laugh, shaking my head. I got out another brownie and threw it to him. He opened the wrapper and took a bite. "Thanks," he said with his mouth full.
"You have a bottomless pit as a stomach, you know that?" He chuckled.
"Not my fault. I'm a growing boy."
"That excuse got old after we were eleven." He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
"The brownie good?"
"Shutup and let me enjoy my brownie in peace." I let out another laugh, making him smirk. I heard the door open and feet walk in. My step dad, John walked in. He looked at me, not noticing Scourge.
"Get down from the counter," he said.
"No, my house," I said.
"I pay for it so it's mine, now get down." I rolled my eyes but got done. John looked over at Scourge. "Scourge? What the hell are you doing here without a parent home?"
"I locked myself out by accident so Rosy let me stay here till my brother gets home." John raised his eyebrows, looking over at me.
"John, he's Scourge." He sighed deeply but muttered something, walking out the kitchen. Scourge looked up at me as I sat back up on the counter. John has been my stepdad for ten years but I still don't like him and I never will. I heard a car pull in. Scourge got up out the seat and walked over to the window that was behind me. He looked out behind me. I turned slightly, my chest slightly on his muscular arm, making me blush. "Your brother's home," I asked.
"Yea," he said, moving so he was in front of me, putting his hands on either side of my hips.
"Isn't this the part where you leave now? It's Friday, I have places to go, people to see." He chuckled.
"I don't think I'm going anywhere until I get a hug."
"You don't deserve a hug." He pulled a puppy dog face on me. "Ugh, fine," I said, opening up my arms. He chuckled, giving me a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck reluctantly, returning the hug. I pulled away first after what seemed a little long for a hug between us. Our hugs usually lasted at least a second, but this one was like five seconds. Odd.
"See you Rose," he said, backing up.
"Get out my house, Hedgehog," I said, pointing to the door. He chuckled, turning and walking to the door.
X
I walked up to my room later that night, tired from hanging out with my friends at the skating rink. I took out my phone, starting to text my friend back. I heard yelling coming from Scourge's house. I walked to the window and looked out. I saw Scourge enter his room, slamming the door closed behind him. Our houses were right next to each other and we've been neighbors since we were babies. Plus our moms were best friends, which is why we spent so much time together when we were little. Us having windows directly across from each other was just a coincidence though. At night, when we were younger, we would have little conversations. But even though that was only three years ago, it still feels like a lifetime ago. Me and him have grown to not fully hate each other, but we get on each other's nerves a lot. And the fact that we both developed two different personalities. He was one of the hottest guys in school with the athletic, muscular body, the popularity and the bad boy attitude while I was the cute but quiet smart girl who wears color streaks in her hair. But yet we both grew up together. I picked up my big whiteboard that I used to communicate with him. You okay I wrote on the board in the red marker. I opened my window and threw a stray rock at his window. He jumped but looked over at my window. I held up the whiteboard. He read it and grabbed his, also grabbing a chair so he could sit to the window. He started writing on his with his green marker.
I'll be fine His board said.
You sure?
Yes. Were you worried? I noticed he was smirking now.
Never!
You know you wanted to comfort me.
In your dreams, Hedgehog. His smirk widened.
In yours actually. I rolled my eyes.
Whatever. I let him read my whiteboard before closing my curtains. A rock hit my window. I opened my curtains to see him holding up his whiteboard.
Can I come over? I picked up my whiteboard and started writing.
Why?
Just can I?
Answer my question, Hedgehog!
I just want to get out of this house before I kill myself.
Do you wanna talk about it?
I don't know yet. Can you open your window? I opened my window for him. He hopped out his window and jumped into my room, landing in front of me, startling me. He caught my waist before I could fall and take him with me. I took his hands off my waist quickly. He smirked. "Don't want to blush," he asked. I hit his arm. "Ow," he said, holding his arm.
"I let you come in here so you can feel better, not so you can annoy me," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. His smirk grew. He grabbed my legs, putting me over his shoulder. "Put me down Hedgehog," I yelled, punching on his back.
"I'm good," he said starting to walk. He knew John and my mom weren't home so we wouldn't get in trouble. He walked downstairs and put me down on the couch in the living room. I kicked his stomach. "So abusive," he said, smirking. I sat up.
"What was that yelling in your house," I asked. His smirk dropped.
"Um, my dad and my mom were um…"
"Fighting?"
"Something like that." I tugged on his wrist, making him sit down.
"C'mon, you can talk to me." His ice blue eyes looked at me.
"They were fighting with me."
"What? Why?"
"The things I do at school, my grades, how I bring girls home who aren't even right."
"No offense, but you do bring home gold diggers." He shrugged.
"I know, but no good girls go after me and I'm not trying to make a fool of myself."
"Well what good girls do you like?" He blushed slightly, looking away. I tilted my head. "Scourge."
"Want to watch a movie or something?"
"Um sure." He nodded, grabbing the remote. "Want me to go make some popcorn?"
"Sure, can I help?"
"Just as long as you behave yourself," I said, getting up. He got up too and followed me to the kitchen. I pulled out a popcorn bag as he got out a giant bowl and some butter. I put the popcorn bag in the microwave and set the timer as he put the butter in a pot and put it on the stove so it would melt. I hopped up on the counter, running a hand through my hair. He walked up to me, grabbing my leg. I hit his hand. He smirked, trying to touch my face. I grabbed his hand, pushing it away. "So annoying," I said. His smirk grew.
"My job," he said, wiggling his hand out mine. He walked back over to the butter as the microwave beeped. I got off the counter and got the popcorn out, pouring it into the big bowl. He poured the butter over the popcorn. He put the pot in the sink and followed me out the kitchen. I sat down on the couch, putting the bowl on my lap. He sat down next to me, putting his arm over the top of the couch. I noticed how close he was and how his arm was near my head. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Nickelodeon was on, Victorious being the show playing. They were singing or something. Damn sappy show.
I may not be a star
I'm not driving the sickest car
But, I know I can make you happy baby
I don't know what you been used to
Never been with a girl like you
But, I can give you a love that's true to
Your heart, not material things
I took some popcorn and popped it in my mouth. Scourge also started to eat the popcorn. Our hands touched. He pulled his hand away quickly. I picked up some popcorn and threw it at him, making him chuckle.
I'll give you my song
These words to you
Sing you what I feel
My soul is true.
I don't have the world
Can't give it to you girl,
But all that I can do (All that I can do)
Is give this song to you
By now we were having a popcorn fight. As you can see, we both have short attention spans when we don't feel like watching something. I grabbed the remote; acting like I was gonna hit him with it. He froze, his eyes going wide. I laughed, changing the channel to MTV. Jersey Shore was on. Perfect. I noticed Scourge slid a little closer to me. I looked over at him from the corner of my eye. He was watching the show, his full attention on it. I shrugged off the tingly feeling that had formed in my stomach. I focused back on the show, trying to stop the tingly feeling from coming back.
X
I woke up, my head in his lap. I looked up at him to see him asleep, his head in his hand. His lap was surprisingly comfy. I reluctantly sat up, waking him up. He stirred, opening his eyes. They flicked to me quickly after checking his lap. So he knew I was sleeping there? Why didn't he push me off the couch? Weirdo. I stretched, checking the clock. It was 2 in the morning. I looked back over at him. "Get out Hedgehog," I said, getting up.
"Can I stay here tonight?"
"If John finds you here he'll flip."
"Rose, we don't even go out, what's he so worried about me staying over here? Your mom doesn't care that I hang around you so much."
"My mom's never even around to see you hang around me so much. And I know we don't go out, I'm not stupid." He rubbed his eyes.
"Can I just please stay here?"
"Fine, I'll go get blankets and stuff okay?" He nodded. I went upstairs as he got up and started to set up the pull out bed of the couch. I went into my room and changed into my half shirt and fleece shorts that I call pajamas. I pulled my hair up into a messy side ponytail before grabbing a bunch of blankets and pillows and going downstairs. Scourge was lounging on the bed. I stopped walking when I noticed his shirt was off. He looked over at me. He stood up and grabbed the blankets from me. I stayed frozen, just staring at him. He set the blankets on the bed and started to take the pillows until he noticed me staring at his eight pack. He smirked.
"You like?" I shoved his shoulder.
"Oh shutup. I just wasn't expecting you to be so-"
"Sexy?" I rolled my eyes.
"Healthy. You eat all day and night."
"I play tons of sports if you don't remember plus I get chased by you almost every day."
"Yea okay," I said, walking around him. I set the pillows on the bed. I felt his eyes on me.
"Want something Hedgehog," I asked without turning.
"No, just wondering how you got to be so-"
"Weird?"
"Sexy." I shot up, turning quickly and looking at him with a shocked expression.
"Did you just call me sexy?" He blushed a deep red.
"Um that came out wrong. Uh, I meant to say, well you know, built, curvy, got girl parts." I raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever," I said, shaking my head. I was too tired to argue with him. Though him calling me sexy did bring a little tingle in my stomach. No, no, what am I thinking? I sat down on the bed. He sat down next to me before poking me. I poked him back, making him chuckle. He poked me again. "We are not going to go through a poke war right now."
"And why not?"
"Because I'm tired. I can fight with you in the morning." He chuckled.
"Alright then." I grabbed a blanket, pulling it over myself before laying down, my back facing him. He lay down too, his back facing mine. I let myself go fall back asleep.
X
I opened my eyes to see my head was on his chest, my arms around his middle. I was about to get comfortable until I remembered who I fell asleep with. I shot up, moving away from him. He didn't wake up, thank God. He was laying on his back, one of his hands behind his head, the other at his side. He looked kind of…cute. No, no what was I thinking? This is Scourge. The boy next door who used to be my best friend and turned into my annoyance. I tilted my head, still staring at him. What about him could make my stomach tingle just a little when no other guy in the whole world could? I noticed his blanket was half on him. I pulled it up so he was covered. I then noticed a small bruise on his shoulder and one on his neck. I got worried. He got in fights, sure, but he usually didn't get wounds like these if he had gotten them. I shrugged the weird feeling off and got up. I went into the kitchen and got some waffles out the fridge. I put some in the toaster and some in the microwave. I also got out some juice. Orange for me, Fruit Punch for him. I started pouring the juice into glasses. I felt hands touch my waist, making me jump. He chuckled. I kicked his leg. "You jerk," I said, continuing to pour the juice.
"You're up early," he said, ignoring my insult. I looked up at the clock. It was 9 o' clock in the morning. Usually I wouldn't wake up until like 1 in the afternoon on the weekends.
"Yea I know, I couldn't sleep well." I put the juice down, putting the cap back on it.
"Why not?"
"Well I woke up on your…" I trailed off, not wanting to tell him I woke up on his chest. That's gross but it happened and somehow I liked it. How disgusting. "I mean, you kept snoring, like seriously?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You do not want to talk about sleeping problems right now. You basically beat me up all night."
"That's perfect than." He rolled his eyes.
"Right." The toaster popped and the microwave peeped.
"You're is the one in the microwave with the five waffles on it." He smirked.
"Are you being nice to me now? Making me breakfast and pouring you juice." His smirk dropped. He put up his hand to look like a gun. "Who are you and what have you done with Rosy?" I let out a giggle.
"I am Rosy, and I was up and you were sleep so I just figured I'd do something nice for once."
"Yea for once." I hit his arm. "Ah, so violent," he said, holding his arm.
"Go get your food, Hedgehog."
"So demanding too." I hit his arm again.
"Ow. Are you trying to break my arm?"
"No, but I can if you want me to."
"I'm good," he said, taking his glass of juice, his arm rubbing against my arm and side. Before I could even think try to hide my blush, I noticed his cheeks get a little pink. He moved to get his waffles out the microwave. I got mine out the toaster and put them on a plate before grabbing my juice. I looked over at him to see him pouring syrup on his waffles. He looked out the corner of his eye at me. I looked away, a small blush coming across my cheeks. God, what was wrong with me? I heard him chuckle. Oh shutup! I wanted to say to him, but then he who knows what he would think. I took a sip of my juice, trying to look busy. I put the juice down, went over to him, grabbed the syrup out his hand and walked back over to my plate. He looked shocked. "Excuse me," he said, trying not to smile.
"You were taking too long," I said, starting to pour the syrup on my waffles. He took out my hand when I was done. He tilted his head back and squirted the syrup into his mouth. "Ew you weirdo!" He stopped and looked at me, licking his now sticky lips.
"Give me a kiss, babe." I let my blush raise up quickly but then I noticed he was messing with me. He always did this. But why am I just now blushing about it. He put the syrup down and made move toward me. I backed up, pushing his arms away when he tried to touch me.
"Stay over there sticky face," I said. He grabbed my arms and backed me up against the counter. He pushed my arms down so I would have my back up against the top of the counter. "Ow get off!"
"Say pretty please."
"Get off now!" He chuckled. I forced myself back up and kicked him.
"Ow. Now I'm really gonna beat you up." I raised an eyebrow.
"I wish you would." He threw me over his shoulder. "Put me down!" He walked into the living room, throwing me on the bed. Before I could protest, he got on top of me, straddling my hips. I blushed hard. Oh my God, what was wrong with me? He did this all the time! Stupid hormones! Hormones? No! Hell no! This is Scourge! He started tickling me. I started laughing uncontrollably. "Stop it Hedgehog," I said between laughs. He stopped tickling me to ruffle my hair. I tried to grab his wrists but he has fast reactions and knows all my moves so he didn't let me get ahold of them. I twisted under him. I eventually got on my stomach. He leaned down on me, his chest pressed up against my back, his hands around my waist. I blushed so hard, lucky he couldn't see it. "Get off, you're heavy," I said.
"Mm," he murmured, his lips in my hair, I noticed. I blushed harder.
"Hedgehog."
"What Rose?"
"Um this is getting kind of…"
"Awkward?"
"A little bit, yea." He shrugged.
"Can't help it."
"Can't help what?"
"Just shutup Rose, you're ruining the moment," he said, his lips a smirk in my hair. I rolled my eyes.
"What moment?"
"The one we just had."
"Can you explain? I don't thoroughly understand that."
"Nothing, never mind."
"Um, okay." He turned me over so I could face him. His ice blue eyes stared deep into mine, his soft breaths hitting my face. His breath smelled like mints and syrup. A disgusting scent but it wasn't that bad coming from him. Okay seriously what was I thinking? He smirked down at me. I blushed lightly, looking away. He noticed and smirked wider. I pushed him off me and sat up, hugging my knees to myself. I felt his arm over my shoulders, a blanket going around me. I blushed, noticing the blanket was over him too. He noticed me looking at him from the corner of my eye and he quit staring at me. More blush crept up my cheeks. "So," I said.
"Can I talk to you about some stuff?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Um, I don't know what to put out first. The harder thing or the life story."
"Harder thing, the life story…well I think I know." He looked over at me, confused.
"How?"
"With your shirt off, it's not hard to see the bruises." He looked down at his shirtless torso. I knew he had those two long scars but the other bruises and whelp marks, well those were new. "Are your parents hitting you?" He glanced at me, but looked away. "C'mon Scourge, we've known each other forever, you can tell me."
"My dad does, but I can't tell you why."
"Score, c'mon." He almost smiled at the nickname. I used to call him that when we were little, not only because it was in his name but also because he grew a passion for basketball and would always make big scores at games even though it was little league.
"Well for one he's drinking and back on drugs again."
"Oh no! I thought he was clean."
"Yea I thought so too."
"I'm sorry." He looked over at me.
"He's hurting my mom too and now she's smoking again and it's making her really pissed off so they both fight each other and then go at it with me." I hugged him softly. He seemed surprised but wrapped his other arm around me too.
"I'm sorry, Scourge. I really am. But just think: I have sucky parents too."
"How? At least your parents actually care."
"They act like they care. You know John doesn't give a damn about me. My mom is never around- even when she says she'll call me back she never does and when she is home, it's like she doesn't even want to talk to me. It's as if she's disappointed in me and wants nothing to do with me. And my dad, he hasn't even seen me in years." He hugged me tighter.
"I'm sorry, Rose."
"Not your fault." He pulled away slightly but I kept my grip on him strong. "Don't ruin the moment Hedgehog," I said, mocking him with a grin. He cracked a half smirk, but it faded quickly. "What's the other thing you wanted to talk about?"
"Um…" His eyes flicked around nervously. I nudged him so he would talk. "I…I think…I think I'm…that I'm in love with you," he said. My jaw dropped, my body going into complete shock. What. The. Hell. He looked over at me, blush creeping up his cheeks. I shot up out of his arms.
"What kind of joke is this Hedgehog," I yelled. He stood up.
"It's not a joke, Rosy. I swear it's not." I felt my stomach tingle violently, my heart pumping fast. Damn hormones! I felt a strong blush come up my cheeks.
"Tell me you're joking please," I said, turning, putting a hand on my mouth, trying to keep this girl squeal in that my body wanted to come out.
"Do you not like me?" Yes! No! Oh I don't know! I sat down, ignoring him. He sat down next to me. "Look, Rosy, you don't have to like me back but I just didn't want it to be awkward between us."
"Yea, now look what's happened." I glanced at him to see he looked hurt.
"I'm sorry, but- can you please just look at me." I turned to look at him, putting my hands in my lap. "I just thought you needed to know, Rosy." I nodded.
"Yea, I did. That doesn't explain much, but thanks for letting me into what you're thinking."
"So, do you wanna…go out sometime?" Yes, yes, yes!
"Scourge, me and you…we're just friends." He nodded, looking down.
"Friends."
"I'm sorry, but there are plenty of other girls who like-"
"But I want you, Rosy. Why can't you understand that?" He said, looking up at me. I shook my head, shrugging.
"Out of all the girls on this planet that want you, how could I believe that you want me?" He grabbed my hand and put it up to his chest, right where his heart was.
"Feel this?" I noticed it was beating really fast. "This only happens when I see you, when I talk to you, when I think about you, when you hit me, when you glance at me even in the hallways of school, this is what happens. Tell me you don't feel that way too." I couldn't answer. Was he really serious? "Rose?"
"Scourge… Wow." He looked mad.
"That's all you have to say? Wow?" I shook my head.
"Well it's better than "Oh, I'm in love with you" at what time is it? 10 o' clock in the morning." He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, you know I knew this would happen," he said, dropping my hand and getting up. He grabbed his shirt and slipped it back on.
"Look, okay, don't get mad just because I don't know what to think right now." He stepped into his high tops.
"I really thought you were different. All this 'I don't know what to think' shit is just like in every move, every book and every play on this damn planet!" I could tell he was more annoyed than pissed but he did have a point. I usually made fun of all those girls who acted as if they didn't know what to do when a guy told them they were in love with them, but now I know how big of a deal it really is. Me and Scourge have been together for so long and this is just so sudden and odd. He never showed any feelings for me. When the heck did he start falling in love with me when he never even showed that he liked me.
"I am different, this is just really big."
"I see." I looked up at him.
"Just give me some time, okay?" He shrugged, staring at the ground.
"It's whatever, Rosy. If you really liked me like I thought you did, we really wouldn't be going through this."
"You think I like you?"
"Rosy, I read your diary and it's obvious, you blush every time I touch you and you always have this grin on your face even if you don't notice it."
"Whoa, whoa, you read my diary? Have you ever heard of privacy?"
"Course I did, it was a joke at first, but I got curious. Then I found out how much you love my 'wonderful perfect sky blue' eyes." I blushed in humiliation. He walked up to me, kneeling in front of me. "Just tell me how you feel, don't think." I looked down as his hands grabbed mine. "Please."
"You know I feel so pathetic right now," I said, looking up at him. He looked confused. "I used to cry over you at night when you've liked me all along. God, I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot, babe. You used to cry over me?" I shook my head, looking down.
"You broke my heart so many times, I don't know why I still held on to that stupid crush and tried to play it off when you played it off so obviously that you didn't like me. And now you love me. Every smile I faked when you were with some other girl, so stupid now."
"I'm sorry but I just didn't think you'd ever like me, that I was just hallucinating everything." I felt a tear fall down my face, but wiped it away quickly. He noticed anyway, looking even more hurt. "Rose-"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore," I said, getting up and walking away from him. I stayed in the room, just away from him, facing the wall. I felt his hands on my waist as he turned me around and pushed me against the wall, his body up against mine. Before I could protest, he pressed his lips onto mine. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. His lips were so soft and they felt so good on top of mine. His lips started to mold mine softly. Damn he was an amazing kisser. I slowly let my lips move in sync with his. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him while my hands got tangled in his quills. His tongue traced my lips softly, asking for entrance politely. I opened my mouth and he slipped his tongue in softly, not roughly like some other guys have before. His tongue massaged mine softly, not doing anything disgusting. Whoa, this felt so good and so right. In these few minutes, I noticed that I didn't care that this was Scourge that I was kissing. Just that our lips moved perfectly together and how the butterflies I'd kept so tamed in my stomach went wild. No! No! Not all of this for Scourge. I pulled away but he kissed me again. I pulled away again but he pecked my lips, one time, a second and a third before pulling away too. He looked down at me, obviously stunned too. "Wow," he murmured, a gentle smile coming across his face. I blushed hard. I just made out with Scourge! Scourge the frickin Hedgehog! Well Scourge Drew Hedgehog, but same thing! I pushed him away and ran toward the steps. "Where are you going," he asked, looking hurt.
"I need emotional and mental help," I yelled, running up the steps. I slammed my door behind me, sliding down the door. All my dreams just came true, so why am I being so complicated?
X
I walked into my room, slamming the door behind me. So damn stupid! As if a great girl like Rosy would ever like me. I flopped down on my bed with a deep sigh. I took the picture from under my pillow. It was of me and Rosy at our 8th grade formal. I asked her to go as friends and she agreed. I think that was the first day I ever really felt the feelings so strong. She just looked so beautiful in that red satin dress with her hair all wavy and long, the only makeup on her face being moisturizer. I smiled at the picture. If only I had showed her then. But no, I being a guy had to hide his feelings. I sat up and walked to the window. I saw Rosy pacing, looking sad but…happy? She turned and saw me standing there. She opened her mouth to saw something but she jumped when she heard a noise I think. She turned and yelled something. She looked back at me, grabbing her whiteboard. Can we talk? I picked up my whiteboard.
Thought you didn't want to talk about it anymore. She frowned.
Don't be like that, Hedgehog.
Fine, but what is there to talk about?
A lot of stuff.
Like?
I think this would be better in person.
I think this is better.
Whatever. I was thinking about what you said earlier…
And…?
You're right, I do like you- a lot, but the thing is…I don't want to ruin our friendship.
What are you saying then?
We can try to be together I guess but if anything goes wrong, promise me we'll still be friends.
Alright.
Do you wanna go to Louis'?
Sure, just let me shower and change.
Yeah, I need to do that too.
Come get you in and hour?
Sounds great.
Alright, kool. She nodded, smiling a small smile before closing the curtains. I closed my curtains as well. My first date with Rosy. Oh Yeah.
X
I looked in the mirror one last time, making sure my dress was okay. It was red, with spaghetti straps and the top being a curve hugging straightness with a tight bow wrapping around my waist coming out the side and the skirt a thin satin flowing fabric. I put on some red high heel ankle boots. If he thought I was going totally girly for him, he's got another thing coming. My hair was in soft curls with red extensions in it. I also painted my nails red. I had a red rose clip in my hair, red hoop earrings, and red bracelets. He had texted me before I got dressed telling me to not wear a necklace- he was going to bring me one. When did he become so sweet? Who knows? I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my purse and walked downstairs, going a little quicker than usual. Ugh, stupid hormones. I opened the door to see him standing there. He was wearing a fitted gray and black plaid button up short sleeved button up shirt, black jeans, and red high tops and his famous red shades atop his head. I raised an eyebrow, making him chuckle. "Okay, so I may have snuck a peek at the color you were wearing, don't judge me," he said, making me giggle.
"Stalker," I said. He opened his arms.
"Do I get a hug?" I rolled my eyes but walked into his arms, them wrapping around me tightly. I liked the way he held me, it was if he was never gonna let me go. I pulled away so he could look me over. He checked me out. "Turn," he said. I rolled my eyes, but turned around. "Turn." I obeyed, not facing him. "You look beautiful babe." I blushed.
"Thanks, you look really nice too."
"Not as nice as you." I let a shy smile creep up my face. "So I have something for you."
"A necklace right."
"Yup," he said, picking a case out his pocket. He opened it, revealing a beautiful pink and red rose pendant with a sliver chain.
"Wow, Scourge, this is beautiful." He smiled.
"Glad you like it. Want me to put it on?"
"Sure."
"Turn." I let out a giggle, turning. He put the necklace on me, before turning me around himself. He smirked.
"Don't smirk at me," I said, hitting his arm.
"Still so abusive." I rolled my eyes.
"Still so annoying." He chuckled, grabbing my hand, pulling me closer. He pecked my lips softly, making me blush like mad.
"Want me to kiss you or do you want to-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before I kissed him. He seemed surprised at first but his lips soon molded mine. I pulled away. He smirked, putting his arm around my waist, starting to guide me to his green jeep.
"I still don't get why you had to pick a big ass car like this."
"Because I wanted to be different," he said, opening the car door for me. He lifted me up into the car. I thanked him before shutting the door. He got into the driver's seat and started driving. He drove us to our favorite pizza parlor that we went to as kids. The manager, Mr. Louis, noticed us quickly and hurried up to us.
"Why isn't it my favorite duo," he said. He looked down at our intertwined hands. "Yes! It's about time you two," he said, making us both blush. "Come, come, I will seat you at your favorite spot," he said, guiding us to the one corner booth we would always sit in. Scourge sat across from me in the booth. "The usual?" We both nodded. "Right on it," he said before walking away. Scourge looked out the window, narrowing his eyes. I noticed his hands were out on the table and just enough so I could grab them. I ran my finger over his hands softly. He was still staring out the window, a blank daydreaming expression on his face. I pulled his shades down over his eyes, making him jump. I giggled. He put them back up and playfully glared at me.
"You watch babe, when I get over there you're gonna be toast." I smiled.
"Yea whatever, say what you can now." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll say what I'll do."
"You wish." He chuckled, grabbing one of my hands. "So, what do you want to do after this?" He shrugged.
"We can go back to your house and have a little fun," he said with a wink. I punched his forearm. "Ow, babe I was kidding." I let a smile come upon my face.
"Just because we're on a date doesn't mean I won't take every chance I get to hit you." He chuckled. A smirk coming upon his face.
"I love how abusive and aggressive you are." I blushed. Louis came back with our drinks, a Shirley Temple for me, and a root beer for him and also a large pepperoni pizza with hot sauce on it.
"Only for the best. I'm assuming desert later?"
"You bet," my and Scourge said in unison. Mr. Louis chuckled, walking away. I took a slice of pizza and started nibbling on it. Me and Scourge did no talking during eating, that's just how it always been, plus we need to have time to breathe while we're inhaling pizza. When we were done, Mr. Louis came right on time with a giant vanilla and chocolate ice cream swirl sundae with hot fudge, small brownie crumbs, small Oreo parts, whip cream and a chocolate covered cherry on top. He winked at us before walking away. Scourge slid into my side of the booth, putting his arm over my shoulders. "Who said you could come over here," I asked with a teasing smile.
"Me, besides, it'd be kind of hard to feed this cherry to your from the other side." I blushed. He plucked the cherry from off the top of the sundae and popped it into his mouth. I was about to protest when he opened his mouth, showing the cherry on his tongue. I smirked and kissed him, letting him push the cherry into my mouth with his tongue. I pulled away, chewing on the cherry. He grabbed a spoon and started eating the whip cream. Once he was done, he took a spoonful of the sundae and fed it to me. It tasted so good. He took another spoonful and fed it to himself. We went on like this, him feeding me and him. He's such a weirdo. When we were done, Scourge paid the bill and left a ten dollar tip for Mr. Louis and drove us back to my house. He followed me up to my room. I flopped down on my bed. "I am so tired," I said. He laid down next to me.
"Same here," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I cuddled my head into his chest as his hand started stroking my hair. I could tell that this was going to be a great relationship with him. I mean we've been fighting off our hormones forever so now it's finally time to just let our emotions free.
X
I woke up, my alarm clock screaming. I knocked it to the ground. Man that was an amazing dream, too bad it's never gonna happen. Me and Scourge weren't even friends! I got up out the bed and went to the window. Scourge was shirtless, spinning around in a spiny chair near his desk, texting on his phone. His ice blue eyes looked up at me. I blushed, looking away, pretending to go through my clothes drawer. I glanced back at him to see he had gone back to texting. Well eff you then, my thoughts said. I pulled out my clothes for the day when my phone beeped. I walked over to it and picked it up. I had gotten a text from…I had no clue what number this was. I opened the message anyway.
Remember to close your curtains today sexy ;)
-Scourge
I blushed hard. I texted him back.
PERV! And go put a shirt on!
I walked back to my drawer when my phone beeped again. Ugh. I picked up my phone to see he had responded.
You know you love my abs, babe. And I am not a perv. You're just sexy ;)
If he sends me one more winky face, I'm gonna kill him.
Go 2 Hell!
I threw my phone across the room. It beeped again. OMFG what the hell did he want?
Can't stop staring at you ;)
Now I'm gonna kill him.
Shutup before I go over there and shove your head up your butt.
This is what he does every morning and then he harasses me at school. This is why we are not friends! Even as little kids he tormented me. My phone beeped.
Whoa there kitty, don't pull a Hancock jawn on me. You need a ride to school?
No! I texted back. This is why my crush on him only lasts for at least five seconds every day. I looked back out my window to see him glaring at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. He flipped me off. Bipolar freak. His glare was kind of creeping me out now. I tried to close my window but of course he was faster than me. "Hey babe," he said, appearing in front of me. Shit.
"Get out," I said, pointing behind him to the window. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me up onto him, backing me up against the wall. "Put me down, you asshole!" He smirked.
"You're so adorable when you say such mean things like that." I pushed at his shoulders.
"Scourge, I'm serious, put me down." He started sucking on my neck. "Stop it." We go through this every morning. He pretends to rape me just so he can drive me to and from school. And then after that he tries to kidnap me into the confinement he calls his room, but I call the Dungeon. He doesn't hurt me or anything: he's just evil. "Okay fine, now put me down." He pulled away, smirking at me.
"Alright, pick you up in an hour."
"Whatever." He pecked a kiss at my cheek.
"Actually I'm not ready to leave yet."
"Get out."
"You know senior year is next year and I was just thinking that after graduation, me and you could you know…" He said into my ear. The rest was just a low whisper that even I didn't want to hear. "Is that okay," he asked.
"No, you freakin-"
"Shh, baby, you'll love it. Me, you, alone, in a truck, having the best time of our lives."
"I hate you." He chuckled.
"I love you too," he said before pecking my lips.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Maybe."
"Yeah, so go annoy her with this shit." He chuckled.
"I'm breaking up with her today. Now you'll have my full attention."
"Great," I said, sarcastically. He let out a low chuckle.
"See you soon, babe," he said before zooming back into his room. I closed and locked my window before shutting the curtains. Fuck my life.
Wow, so i actually dropped the F bomb this time lol. So tht was a turn right? I might make a sequel to show how they are in the real life but i'm not sure.
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