"Get it together, Sonic..." He hadn't even realized his feet were on autopilot. He had started running to ease his mind off the unbearable tension he felt, but they had brought him to her door...
He listened to the wind whispering through the leaves on the trees that adorned her front yard, and the hooting of owls waiting for a nighttime snack. How long had he been running before he was brought here? How long had he been waiting on her front porch? When he had left Vanilla's house he had at least a good half hour before the sun dipped below the horizon... Waiting to rise on another morning. He gripped the box, cradling it into his chest.
Maybe she was asleep and he could do this later? He looked over, seeing a whitish light flickering between the blinds of a window near her front door... Maybe she'd fallen asleep watching a chick flick?
Either way... He had to do this. He had told Vanilla he would... And he had promised himself that he would...
A fist slowly rose, a sharp, long breath entering his lungs. It hovered there for a while, his eyes closed... Feeling the crisp night air waft through his quills. It was soothing, but there was something he craved for more. A warmth. One he would only get wrapping her in his arms and whispering the night away. Besides... This note wouldn't read itself.
Knuckles fell against the door three times, just enough to alert her attention.
He waited for a second... Then another... Then another... Then the door swung open, revealing the pink angel in all of her glory.
The first thing he noticed was her hands, her gloves missing and only shining gold left on her wrists. Then her quills, tied up in a messy ponytail, sticking out every which way, though some still hung by her face, along with her three bangs. They cascaded over her eyes in an alluring, yet innocent way. Her mouth was open just the finest bit, her kissable lips forming a pout. White socks resides on her feet, while a pair of exercise shorts for firmly around her waist, cutting off way before the knee. And a black, slightly oversized t-shirt that hung slightly off her left shoulder, with a pink heart in the middle with big bold punk rock letters in the center reading "LOVE LIFE."
In short, she looked amazing.
"Sonic... What are you doing here so late?"
"I... Uh... I have to give you something..."
"Well, come in. You must freezing out there." She stepped aside, ushering him into her humble abode.
The smell of baked goods and and vanilla filled his senses, relaxing him a little. But... He was still nervous as all heck.
"You want anything to drink or?" She trailed her words off, his guess was that she was just really excited to have him in her house.
"Um..." He went to say yes, but his voice betrayed him, as all that came out was a small squeak.
"Sonic? Um... You o-"
He whipped the box out offering it out to her, keeping his lips sealed. She looked confused, as she slowly graced her hands underneath him, using her thumbs to grace the box so gently it seemed as if it could break if she even looked at it wrong.
Gingerly, she brushed her hands up, lifting the box from his hands, her eyes never leaving it... Not until they fell on his, a questioning look lacing her beautiful face.
He just pursed his lips, nodding his head towards the box.
His hands fell on the lid, and he slowly lifted it, his eyes scanning over her, though she was looking at the box confused.
As soon as it came into her vision, her hands retracted, coming to her face as the box fell to the floor. Her stepping back slowly, tears falling from her eyes.
He lunged down, falling on his knee and grabbing the box before it hit the ground. Was she... Was she rejecting him?
He looked back down towards the box, and maneuvered it in his hands so he could flick the velvet lid open and look at it. Was there something wrong?
He felt arms around him as wetness fell against his shoulder. The box remained in his hands until she leaned back, tears still staining her beautiful cheeks. She leaned back on her knees, looking at him while biting her lip.
He looked back down into the box, taking out the note, and passing it to her.
She took it as if it was the most precious thing in the world, reading it what seemed like millions of times before she finally looked up at him, a smile blossoming across her face.
Still, no words were passed between the two. Nothing needed to be said... Not now.
With trembling fingers, he took the ring, pulling it out of the velvet casing. And with his other hand, he took hers, gently. Her right hand. The one he was pretty sure didn't mean marriage. And he shaking my slid it onto her finger, all the while she watching him cautiously.
And right as he took his hand way for hers, she jumped on him, pulling him into a gentle hug. "Thank you..."
"No problem..."
He knew somewhere that she knew it was a promise ring... Nothing more. Yet nothing less. And he knew she was content with it... "I love you..."
"I love you too."
A/N: So I've decided this will be a three shot... And be M rated. For the last chapter. So stay turned for that TOMORROW.
Also like, birthday, bruh.