Sonic's POV
I hadn't really left the park. I just leaned against the nearest chili dog stand, ordered up a couple, and watched pink and purple chatter their way to their rendez-vous to the Mystic Ruins.
Yep, this was really happening alright.
This, was happening right now.
I looked around wearily, noting that the only people around were me and that vender. I dropped my cool stance, deflating like an over-loved party balloon.
Oh.
My.
GOD!!!
First Knuckles- some freakin' friend he turned out to be! But Espio? ESPIO?!
What had he ever done to woo Amy? Sure he was a suave sucker with the ladies, all kissing hands and manners… but never in my life had I seen him and Amy communicating aside from her mistakenly bashing him multiple times with her hammer. Why would she choose him? Why would she want to?! He... he wasn't as cool as ME!
My mind blurted, and a wave of guilt pinched me like the angel on my shoulder. That was a rude ass thing to think. But I couldn't help it! What kind of hellish doomsday was upon us, to have Amy date Knux, then Espio? What did they do, hook up through an online dating service? Because there is NO WAY something as insane as those couplings would happen any other way! How weird. Just unnatural, man! Is it because she was a young lady now, that the guys were starting to notice? What was the big deal? What, so she gets longer legs? A more mature smile? A more feminine walk...Bigger curves...jeez, they were nice-WHOA-HO-HOA! Brakes on those thoughts please!
I stuffed a chili dog into my mouth furiously, chomping and feeling my cheek sting from where I'd bitten it earlier. Stupid guys, movin' in because Amy had really pretty hair, and teeth, and an hourglass waist-
Or, you know. Maybe... maybe I really had pushed her away for the final time.
Wasn't the irony in that the fact that I'd actually tried to get closer to her?
Wether she'd believe me if I told her that or not, it was true.
When I woke up that morning- the moment of truth, I had been scared to death. Because it was the day I'd asked Amy if she wanted to do something. You know... do something, like that.
"Do something? Aren't we now?" She'd laughed at me when I proposed it, lying back against a beanbag chair. I remember actually sweating, I had been so nervous. Ok? Sure, if someone told me to bash 50 robots and take Eggman down to the dust, I'd probably laugh and say where and when. But when it came to asking somebody out... well... lets just say you spend too much time working in one field- mine being ass kicking- you miss out on others. Dating was one of those other things, for me. Far, far, far away from anything related to what I was used to. Could I help it if there was a weak point- if it was a flaw of mine? Couldn't I be afforded one, for all that I do? It was a true challenge. Mainly because, of course, it involved a lot of things that I found hard to come to terms with. Like the fact that I was the one who'd have to go out on a limb, terrified, unguarded and exposed while she got to sit back and squeal "Sonic, I'd LOVE TO!!!" And when I regained consciousness from one of her uber-choke hold hugs, there'd be the panic of... what do I do with her?
I swallowed down part of a chili dog harshly, and frantically looked around for the pepsi that I bought to go with it.
Man, even in my mind that sounded awful! I meant, what would she want to do? Amy was the kind of girl who loved so much, I wondered what she could possibly settle on. I bet she had dates planned from beginning to end with me, from back in her fan girl days. That made me laugh to myself- and it had made her look quite cross, probably due to the fact that she'd just asked a question, and it appeared I was laughing at her. I flushed embarrassedly.
"Sorry, I was... anyway, hey! What are you doing on Friday?" I asked casually, arms folded behind my head, one eye focused on her shocked expression. Oh, she knew. She developed a slightly smug grin.
"You're kidding me... right?" That... reaction stung my insides for a minute. Had this been Amy when she was little, she'd already be jumping to the conclusion that we were going to tie the knot on Friday. But now that she'd grown... changed... into a young woman. A very pretty young woman, who made me nervous... man, nobody made me nervous like that except her. Wait- was she rejecting me?! Is that what that meant in girl?... I completely wished Tails was there. So should've hit him up on that. All I could do was look at her in fear of what her next words might do to me, and dumbly shook my head no to her confusing question.
"Hold on a second." She giggled, jumping up from the chair & crossing the room to the group calendar we all put important events or reminders on. She took the pen that was conveniently tied next to it- the calendar was mostly littered with things Tails would like to have done by certain dates, when Knuckles was coming in from Angel Island to see us, how much track I burned up in the run of a day. But her neat, pretty handwriting collided with the hasty scribbles.
"Whatcha writing?" I asked, now focused on her diligent task. She laid the pen to rest, and her eyes seemed to emit the sweet sound of her laughter. She looked... relieved?
"I was marking this as the day you finally asked me out on a proper date." She beamed proudly, then seemed to question herself in humiliation. I never knew there was an expression that could perfectly capsulate self-doubt, but she just humorously created it. "You are asking me out on a date, aren't you?"
I smirked, feigning casualty. I honestly just didn't know how to validate the event without setting off her inclinations to squeeze me into a puddle. She still hadn't lost that. I kind of liked it. I didn't often get hugs... and I certainly didn't want one from the guys.
"What makes you think that?" I quizzed, and she looked a bit worried. More than that, she seemed to shyly swing towards certainty.
"Well, you asked me what I was doing on Friday... you seemed pretty nervous for someone who was just asking about weekend plans." My mind skidded to a fearful halt.
"Whadda ya mean, nervous. When do I have a reason to be nervous? Come off it Ames. I kick butt for a living-"
"Now. Because you're rambling and blushing. Seeing I've never seen you do either I just assumed it was different..." She seemed to be second guessing herself at this point, ears drooping. I grinned broadly, though I was very well into scared now. How did she know? No matter- at the end of it all, I could only decide on one thing that pushed me forward. And that was the fact that I... kind of had this feeling where I wanted to see her happier than ever, knowing I had that in my power. Can you blame a guy for wanting to make her happy? Please.
"Then I guess you've got yourself a date, Amy. Around what time are you-"
"SONIC! Oh, my Sonic!!!" She cried, leaping onto my bean chair with me. It took me off guard, it had been so long since one of her famous, girlish outbursts. I was embarrassed by the way it drew a thrill into me, and I had to come to terms with the fact that I'd missed Amy & over the top going hand in hand. I remembered the way I used to stammer myself silly, and she'd have to speak for me. Our bantering had kept me upbeat in dark times. I hadn't realized until now that I felt a loss, that I in fact did enjoy her insanity and fussing over me. I prepared myself and sure enough, there was that traditional, breath-stealing squeeze.
"Whoa, trying to live here Amy-"
"I knew you cared." She grinned, eyes shimmering with a touch of unshed tears and excitement. "I knew it! Oh, what am I going to wear!" She warbled happily, throwing herself off of me to do a delighted spin, and I saw her as she used to be in her red dress, high boots and headband back in the day. Now she wore a more elegant red dress, fitted boots, and her hair fell free. Still, always the red dress.
"Wh-what do you always wear?" I stammered, regaining air- truth was, I frightened myself by caring more about her question than even she did- lets just say a lot came to mind. But she missed that, she was too far gone by this point. I'd started it, alright. She gave me another squeeze, her voice animated with an elated squeal.
"Sorry, Sonic- I-I'm not trying to... oh I can't help it, I'm just so excited!" She bounced, eyes squeezed as she clasped her hands together in joy. I rubbed underneath my nose, concealing my indulgent grin. "I'm so gone, I've got shopping to do! Oh, where's Rouge?! -Catch you later, Sonic!" She cried before running from the room as if she'd left Tails in a dryer on high. And I sat up there alone for a while, just high on that elated feeling, that I'd brought such a thrill to her day. Yeah, I still made her crazy about me. Why I carried such a self-satisfaction over that, I had no idea. I flushed and tried to shake it off before crossing the room, staring at what she'd written in the sole block on the calendar for today. How lucky she'd been, that the block had been left open for her to draw a large, perfected heart in it's blank center. Inside it, she'd scrawled 'this is the best day ever', with the walls of the heart hugging each feminine letter. And I abandoned trying to shake that pleased feeling, because that made me smile for the rest of day, whenever I thought about it.
...what?
I pushed myself off the chili dog stand, tortured within my head.
For once, I felt like reaching out for some help.
It was time I tried...gulp... taking some female guidance.
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Alright that's all I've written for today. x3 As you can see Sonic thinks a lot more about this than he's letting on. Finally cluing in about her are you blue?
Come back next time to see how things begin to truly unfold, and travel deeper into the complicated, introverted mind of Sonic the Hedgehog & his newest yet most brutal mission: The Mystery of Girls.
