A/N: Okay, next chapter . . . doo-doo-doo. Well, here it is . . . enjoy yourselves!

The cobalt star sat on his couch, deciding to cancel the search for good fan mail.

The T.V. was off, so Sonic would hear Amy approaching him. His ears were up in the air twitching, waiting for her to come.

When he heard the extremely far away sound of the patter of Amy's footsteps on the grass, he leaped up and dashed out the door.

He jogged for five minutes, and then came to a stop. Amy stood in front of him, gasping.

"I-Is this the exact same millionaire that wrote, 'The Bloody Fangs of Mystic Ruins?'"

"I am." Sonic replied calmly.

"I'm your maid?"

"Yea, you just happen to be."

". . .What's my pay?"

"Forty bucks an hour."

"Whoa! Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"I guess we're walking to your house?" Amy asked, wiping her forehead.

"Nah, it's too hot out here. Let's go have some sundaes!"

"Awesome! I'll pay for mine."

"Oh, come on, I've got it. They cost about thirty minutes of work for you."

"That much?"

"I like my sundaes twelve inches high with exotic cocoa syrup and large cherries."

Amy smiled at Sonic and they both jogged down the road, paparazzi snapping pictures of them on the way.

The sundae shop was quite old-fashioned and the brown wooden sign supported by two iron bars stated:

Super Sundaes

Supported and sponsored by Sonic T. Hedgehog

"Wow. . ." Amy said while looking at the sign. She was thinking that Sonic must've had a lot of money to support some twenty dollar sundaes.

"Hiya, Steve! One usual and. . .what would you like , Amy?"

Amy stared dumbfounded at the menu. Everything seemed so expensive. . .Sonic's sundae was the most expensive, though.

"Uh, I'll have. . .let's see, the chocolate ice cream."

Steve nodded and typed it into the register.

"Syrup: Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, raspberry?"

"Strawberry, please."

Steve typed in more buttons. Actually, the register looked more like a typewriter to Amy.

"Okay then. . .low fat or sugar-free whipped cream?"

"Low fat, please."

"Alrighty. Two sundaes coming right up! That'll be thirty-five dollars and ten cents.

Amy sighed in relief. She was glad that her sundae cost five dollars less than Sonic's.

The two hedgehogs sat in a red velvet booth, relaxing at the feel of it. Amy looked around. The sundae shop was a mixture of old and modern furniture: The booths were new, brand-new; the counter was checkered red and white, and the employees wore those little white sailor hats.

"Feels awesome to be sitting here, doesn't it?" Sonic asked Amy, interrupting her thoughts.

"You mean eating a fifteen-dollar sundae with the world's most popular Manga and Anime writer? Well, I guess it feels awesome!"

Sonic laughed and looked at her. She was so peaceful. He wondered if she could get mad easily. Then, his thoughts were disrupted.

"I've gotta make a quick trip to the restroom, okay Amy?"

Amy looked over at him and grinned, "You're going to make room for the sundaes?"

Sonic chuckled and said, "Exactly, a chick who knows the male's way of life.

As Amy watched Sonic make his way to the men's room, a green hedgehog made his way over to her.

"Hey, baby. The name is Scourge; Scourge the Hedgehog. My color is electric green, 'cause I'm electric. The coat? I'm a motorcycling terror. I'm the beast of the street. My scar? I defend myself."

Amy growled and summoned her Piko Piko hammer with ease.

"No. I don't like you. I like someone else!" She slammed his head with her red hammer and made him sink to the floor just after Sonic appeared from the restroom.

"Whoa, Amy, you sure can fight!" Sonic chuckled as he crossed the room to see her.

"Excuse me Sonic, your sundaes are ready." Sonic and Amy turned around to see Steve holding their two gigantic sundaes.

"Amy, I think you're exhausted from all that energy you let out. What do you say we eat these on the way?" Sonic asked her, his emerald eyes shining brightly.

"Okay. Er, not to make too much work for you, but could I nap at your place?"

Sonic nodded, "Anything for the maid that has to clean my place." He set his sundae down on the checkered counter, tipped Steve fifty dollars, and said, "Farewell, thy loyal sundae servant."

Sonic put his hand to his forehead in a moment of silence then picked up his dessert and left with Amy giggling behind him.

At the superstar's house, Amy gasped in amazement. The walls were expansive, leading from room to room, hallway to hallway. The TV was bigger than Amy's bed, and Sonic's computer looked fancier than the sundaes.

Sonic dumped their empty ice cream cartons in the trash and walked back out to the living room to find an unconscious Amy on the couch. Now that was how he lived: Wake up, eat, fan mail, news, eat sundaes, nap, eat, and sleep. He walked to the other side of the large room to the closet to fetch a cushiony mat, and then he returned to Amy's side and laid the mat on the floor next to the couch.

"Sigh. This has always been what I wanted," Sonic said closing his eyes halfway, "just someone to hang with. Someone to match my schedule. Someone who understood me for who I am, not what I do." Sonic closed his eyes all the way, and drifted into a calming sleep.