Knuckles
"Knuckles," the soft voice said from above me. "Knuckles, wake up. Come on. The guys made breakfast."
I slowly blinked my eyes open and let out a monstrous yawn that, I swear, almost knocked Miranda off my bed. She giggled as she sat herself onto the corner of the mattress. I smiled back. It's phenomenal how she can find humor in almost everything. I can't help but acknowledge that.
"Did you say something about breakfast," I asked, my eyes still drooping.
She laughed again. "Yeah. Sonic and Tails made tons of food. Let's go before it gets cold."
"Are you sure we can trust something that Sonic made," I cracked as she got up and headed for the door.
She looked back. "Hey, food is food, right?" She smiled even brighter and headed down the hall.
She's really something, that girl. She's a new kid too. She hasn't been a member of the crew for too long but, boy, does she know how to make a first impression. She took to all of us in no time flat. She's tough; I've seen her in action. She's strong, skilled, focused, heck, it doesn't even look like she's trying half of the time. She just does it, whatever it is, flawlessly.
Man, is she a looker too. She's the most beautiful echidna I've ever seen. She's lavender with deep brown eyes. She wears a red, long sleeve shirt with a black shirt underneath along with a pair of dark blue jeans and black shoes with neon blue markings. She also has a silver necklace with a few charms hanging off of it. She's tall as far as females go, she's slim, and she's got a great chest. I suppose that's not the thing to talk about though, what with having a girlfriend and all, but Miranda's worth bending the rules for. I don't think I'll ever be in any sort of relationship like that with Miranda anyway. Hell, she's probably got a boyfriend already, but I just can't help but stare every once in awhile.
When I got out into the kitchen, the whole gang was sitting around the table with plates spread all over the place. I sat down between Miranda and Tails. I smiled uneasily once I laid eyes on the mountain of black charcoal in the plate in front of me.
Sonic noticed my reaction. He took to it better than I thought. He pointed to the burnt crisps of rejected bacon and smiled. "That's your breakfast, Knuckles," he joked.
"Oh, and let me guess who made it," I answered. I scoffed and pushed the plate away, trying not to laugh at either one of the horrible jokes. That didn't stop everyone else though. The three of them just went on laughing. Sonic raised his hand, a way of telling me he ruined breakfast, just as I suspected.
Strangely enough, something happened to me that must've made me crazy, because all of a sudden I started laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. The longer we laughed, the harder we laughed and this must've gone on for a good five or ten minutes until we calmed down.
Miranda stood up, her face bright red, and picked up a couple plates from the table. "I'll take care of dishes," she said, finally catching her breath.
Tails got up too. "Here, there's too much. Let me help," he said and picked up more plates.
I looked at Sonic. I just couldn't stop smiling no matter how hard I tried not to. I think he found it funny that I was in such a good mood since my reputation says otherwise. But he was smiling too, just as big. I softly punched him in the arm.
"Thanks for making breakfast," I told him.
He chuckled. "Maybe we should do it again some time," he said and he walked into the living room of the apartment to turn on the TV.
It's strange sometimes how some things happen. We had a great day and we all kind of bonded (if you use the word "bond" lightly) all because of some shitty pieces of bacon. I can't remember a time I laughed so hard or a time that I felt so happy just hanging out with my friends. Today, I realized that you don't need a reason to laugh. I realized that I can have a fun time no matter what my reputation is. I realized that I should show my friends how much I really love them, because with a job like ours, I'll never truly know when the last time I see them will be.
