"Dude, why did you do that?" Knuckles asked Sonic. They were all sitting in Sonic's basement. Tails and Knuckles was Sonic's small posse. Sonic held his hands up in defense.

"I know you love competition, and I just want to see Jet cry again." Sonic chuckled. Knuckles and Tails rolled their eyes. Sonic had such a big ego and never wanted to admit it.

"So if you wanted to beat Jet," Tails spoke. "Why did you ask Wave?" Knuckles then turned to Sonic.

"That…is an excellent question." The two waited anxiously.

"And…" they said, rolling their hands.

"What, it was an excellent question." They groaned. They couldn't get anything out of Sonic if they squeezed him.

"Well, how are you and Amy going?" Knuckles asked. Sonic thought they were idiots; first ask me why I asked a girl who was friends with my rival something, then ask me how Amy and I are going? Stupid air-heads. Sonic put his hands behind his head.

"Pretty good, we're going to a movie at 8 tonight." Knuckles and Tails looked at each other. Sonic was confused. "What," he asked.

"It's 7:55." Sonic then looked at his watch. They were right. He was going to be late; he couldn't be late again. He didn't want another bonk to the head. He quickly ran out the door.

"Hey beautiful," Sonic said as Amy stepped into the car. It was his fifth one in the past two months. He was bound to crash. Amy looked at him slyly.

"What did you do," she breathed. She knew that whenever he called her beautiful, something was up.

"I can't just call my girlfriend beautiful without being quest-"

"You entered me into the Grand Prix, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, and they're already making your board, so it's too late to back out." She groaned. She hated being in the Grand Prix last time.

"We're going to the movies so I can't yell at you, aren't we?" She shook her head and they rode in silence. It was their typical Fridays. Every other day was fine, but Friday; don't get them started.

"That movie was so stupid," Sonic groaned. He looked to his side and noticed Amy wasn't there. He turned around and saw her crying to another girl who was crying.

"The girl gave up everything…for her boyfriend," they both wailed. They added extra wailing on boyfriend. The other girl's boyfriend walked up to Sonic.

"Drama queens," he said casually. Sonic nodded in agreement. The girls looked at the boys with tear-stuck faces.

"Shut-up, you man-bitches," they said harshly. That was a new one.

After their crying fest, the girls parted ways and went with their boyfriends. Amy was clinging to Sonic's arm. Sonic looked down at her and chuckled. "Man-bitches?" He couldn't help but chuckle at the word combo.

"I was caught up in the moment," she tried to defend herself. She tried to push him while still holding, causing them both to sway.

"Well, did you enjoy the movie?" Sonic loved Amy very much. He wouldn't let anything get in the way of that; no matter. Amy nodded and pecked his cheek. Sonic felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He would get it later.

After Sonic dropped Amy off, he felt his phone vibrate again. He ran his hands through his quills and smiled in his mirror. He had it like he needed to impress the person. He opened it up and was half surprised at the text.

"So, you think you can just talk to my girl like that and think you can get away with it?" Sonic imagined his annoying cackle. He continued reading the message from Jet. "This gives me even more reason to defeat you. What do you have to say to that?" Sonic thought a short minute and typed simply.

"Love you too 3" He could imagine the rage that was coming from Jet; feathers all over the floor. He thought it was so funny, he accidently hit the car horn. He was still in front of Amy's house. She quickly peeked out her upstairs window. He didn't want to look weird, so he opened the door, blew a quick kiss, and went back in the car.

He knew Amy would love that. She had obsessed with him for the 10 years; but the past 2 they had been together. So Sonic was actually happy; no, flattered that Amy liked him that much. He smiled to himself and thought about some things; Ms. Sonic hedgehog, Ms. Amy Rose-Hedgehog, Ms. Hedgehog, Rose Hedgehog. There was definitely one thing he had to do, no matter what; he had to name one of his children Cream.

Cream had been like a younger sister to him and Amy. He remembers everything she's done for them; from sweet talking robots to making them small rose bouquets. She was a sweet girl; and both of them would do anything for her, whenever and whatever.

"Mom, I'm home." He heard no answer. She had probably been sleeping. He has always been getting home late. After doing chores or dropping off Amy, he would go and just…cruise. He looked at the big clock across from him. It read, with big, black hands 12:36. He sighed and walked into the kitchen.

He never turned on any lights and silently made a sandwich. Then, the lights came on. He rolled his eyes to himself and turned around. He put his hands on the table behind him. He was sort of leaning, just wanting to eat his sandwich and go. "Hey, mom, hey dad," he chuckled nervously.

She looked very similar to Sonic, only more of a turquoise blue then Sonic's pacific blue. She also had a pinkish tint to her eyes. Sonic looked very, and I mean very similar to his dad. Same fur color and eye color. The only difference between them was him being more buffer than Sonic. He had to be; he was a part of the army.

"Sonic, we're tired of this. Your mother and I were worried sick these past few weeks." Sonic's dad also had a rougher voice. His arms were around his mother.

"Your father's right. If you're out late again…" she tried thinking for a moment. Sonic knew it wouldn't be good or wouldn't last. His mom hated punishing him. "You're out of the Grand Prix." Sonic choked on the bit of ham he just ate.

"Mom, you can't do that!" he talked with his mouth full. He gulped. "You know how hard I've worked for this!"

"We don't know because you're never home!" His mother tried yelling. She started tearing up, and understood what he had done. He walked over to touch his mother's shoulder.

"I'll be home," he whispered softly. He then walked up stairs and quietly closed the door. He turned around and saw a white slip on the bed.

"I missed you. Please come home for me." Sonic looked towards the door. It was from his sister; Patrice. She was seven, but she reminded him so much of Cream. The two were best friends of course, so that could be an element of reason. He smiled when he opened it. It was a drawing of their family. Including Josh, his brother that wasn't born. His mother had fell done the stairs and was giving a broken leg and a lost child.

He dropped the card next to him and put his face in his hands; what had he done to deserve this?