Oh Hai!
Holy crap! I updated! No way!
Sorry sorry sorry. I've just been so freaking busy...you have no idea. My younger brother just recently passed away, and I kind of went into a comatose state for a while. I couldn't write a thing. But now I am back!
Also, please please PLEASE critique my writing. I don't have some kind of fetish for mean reviews, I'm just trying to improve my writing by a lot. So please, I would appreciate it if you could tell me the good and bad of this chapter. I would be very grateful :)
Ugh. I hate the ending. But I have homework to do, so this is it for now.
Anyways, all brand names and characters belong to their rightful owners, defiantly not me. But Rinoa and Eli do belong to me. Please ask if you wanna use them.
And so my wonderful readers, I present you with chapter 2 of Forever Yours. Enjoy :)
Oh,the workshop. With many hours of hard work, (and plenty of help from a certain rabbit), Tails had managed to turn his former workplace into a house suitable to occupy life. All tools, blue prints, and pizza boxes had been removed, and replaced with modern furniture and decorations picked out by Cream - save one room that was insisted upon being left as a workroom. Not yet having a place of her own, the young female often redecorated Tails' home to fulfill her interior designing needs. The theme changed monthly, sometimes even weekly, varying between modern and urban, to cozy and country-like.
But this time, the theme was strictly blue and yellow, despite the constant outcries from the graduate that there was no need for a party. Yet here they were, hanging streamers and cooking for a graduation party. And here was Amy, swearing like a sailor and furiously bashing a staple gun against a "Happy Graduation Graduate!" banner. She let out another cry of frustration, and used both hands in attempt to persuade the staple gun to work. She soon discovered that this was not the best of ideas, as the computer chair she was standing on swiveled sharply and threw her off its' surface.
"Woah, careful now!" A pair of yellow furred arms caught her just under her arms and set her back on her feet. The now taller than her fox took the staple gun from her hands and scanned it briefly.
"Thanks Tails." Amy said with a small smile. Tails ripped out the stuck staple and handed the tool back to her, before replying "Anytime." and walking over to Rouge. With the newly fixed staple gun, Amy accomplished her task quickly and walked to the kitchen for a much needed drink. She pulled a diet soda from the cooler and plopped herself onto the couch with her bat friend. Rouge grunted and slid further down, Amy following suit and closed her eyes. In an hour, they had put up decorations, set out food, made a cake, cleaned the workshop, and returned R.S.V.P calls, all while making sure that the children did not kill each other. In this time, Knuckles and Tails had only installed a volleyball net.
Amy and Rouge groaned again as a high pitched scream was emitted from Rinoa. She ran and launched herself between the pair for protection and snuggled between them. Another yell was heard as an ivory enchinda bearing a red crescent-shaped mark on his chest, ran through the house. He carried a water gun in one hand and a orange doll in the other, while tracking mud into the house. But before he had the chance to grind it into the carpet, he was grabbed in the forearm by his father.
"Eli!" Knuckles barked, "What do you think you're doing?" Matching purple eyes met as the small enchinda stuttered for words. "You weren't planning on hurting her, right? You were planning to give back the doll, right?" Eli nodded feverishly, eyes the size of dinner plates. "Good. Now go say your sorry." Knuckles finished, and followed his son over to the three females lounging on the couch. Eli mumbled a quick apology and handed back Emily to the little hedgehog squished between Amy and Rouge. Rinoa gave the kitty a once-over, then jumped up and chased Eli out the door again.
Knuckled shook his head and sat on the ground, against the couch. "Kids..." he muttered. "Eli is almost six! When is gonna stop acting like a baby?" He asked to no one in particular. Rouge just sighed and ran her fingers through his dreadlocks, before kissing him lightly on top of his head.
Tails entered several minutes later, Rinoa sitting on his shoulders and Eli clinging to his leg. "Uh, you guys may want to get ready," he said, sounding out of breath, "People should be arriving soon." He smiled and lifted the purple little girl off his shoulders, while Knuckles pried Eli off the yellow leg.
Rouge and Amy groaned and collapsed for the third time this day.
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"Ha!" Yet again, the volleyball flew easily over the net and landed right in between Knuckles and Vector, to which there was another uproar of "Why didn't you get that?!" "Why didn't you get that?!" "Dumb ass!" "Fuck tard!", and a victorious cheer from the girls' side.
Twenty minutes ago, the male members of the party had decided that the men would easily dominate the women in volleyball, so Knuckles, Tails, Silver, Espio, Vector, Jet, and Charmy challenged the girls with cocky smiles and attitudes. The egotistical attributes vanished when the girls' team absolutely destroyed the boys' team. With an amazing team of Rouge, Blaze, Amy, Cream, Wave, and Rinoa, the boys didn't stand a chance.
"Alright, ladies! One more and we win!" Rouge shouted. The girls got into their positions, smiling at their impending win. The ball was handed back to Amy, who tossed it up and expertly and hit the white ball over the net. Tails hit it back over gently with the palms of his hands. Wave ran up and set the ball to Rouge, who next bumped it to Cream. With strong arms and legs, the young rabbit launched herself up and spiked the ball over the net. The girls screamed with joy, hugging each other and jumping around. With a devastating score of thirty to four, the girls had won. With several taunting comments and tongues stuck out, the boys grumbled and slowly left the court.
Amy sighed and pushed several pink strands away from her face. Volleyball had been easiest of task so far. The next? Finding food that everyone would eat.
"Pizza, anyone?"
