Thanks for the reviews. I really appreciate it. I don't own Sonic, Sega does. Here are the ages of the characters involved in the story so far.
Sonic: 21
Shadow: 21 (I decided to let him age.)
Silver: 20
Amy: 19
Tails: 15
Cream: 14
Amy's POV:
I slowly awoke from my pink bed and looked at the clock on my nightstand. 1:30 it read. I spent the entire night and some of the morning researching with Tails and the rest and didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock in the morning. I unwillingly got out of bed and headed for the shower. After that I started to get dressed. I decided to change my fashion style five years ago since all I wore was a red dress, now I had a variety of clothing. Today, wore a pink halter that had a red-jeweled heart on the left side of my chest, black skinny jeans, black high heels, and four silver bracelets on my right wrist. My quills have grown out since I was a child. They now go down to my mid back and are quite wavy. I put on a little make up, purple eye shadow, pink lip-gloss, and a little blush. Suddenly my cell started to ring. I read the caller ID that had the name 'Tails' on in it. I flipped open the phone and put it up against my ear.
"Hey Tails, what's up?" I said casually.
"Nothing much. I'm calling because I talked to Shadow this morning about the book. He said since I was pretty much obsessed with this, that we should go to were they lived." He explained briefly.
"Where's that?" I asked.
"Paris, France. The house they lived in was burned, but some of their things were recovered from the fire. Maybe if we go see the things, it will give us some sort of clue to who Eden is. We're leaving tonight and we're going to stay there for a week or two; I already got us tickets so don't worry. Just meet us at the air port at 5, okay?" he said.
"Yeah, sure. Who's coming with us?"
"Me, you, Sonic, Silver, Cream, Erin, Katie-Su, Rouge, Knuckles, and Shadow. So are you coming?" My heart thumped. For a while, I had begun to have feelings for that black hedgehog. Sonic made it very clear to me a couple of years ago that we would never be an item, so I gave up on him. It was only a year ago when I discovered my true feelings for Shadow. I never had or maybe never will gather the courage to confess my feelings to him. I'm too afraid of being shot down by him, like he had done to so many other girls that liked him. I never gave him a sign of my feelings for him so he doesn't have the slightest clue. How I wish I could tell him and he would return my feelings.
"Amy? Are you still there?" Tails asked on the other end. I almost forgot that I was talking to him.
"Uh… yeah. Yeah sure I'll come with you guys." I replied.
"Good, I'll see you at 5 then." He said.
"Yeah, bye." I flipped my phone shut and put it in my purse. I went under my bed and pulled out a red suitcase and placed it on my bed. I put a two weeks worth of clothing in there, a few books, my iPod, and my toiletries. I zipped it shut and put it by the door. That took less than two hours. I sat on my black leather couch and began to read my poetry book. (These poems are strictly from the Internet. I don't own them)
People want the truth
People say that they want the truth
But when you give it to them, it gives them pain
They blame the truth on you
They ask you questions but there is nothing to explain
That person gets so badly hurt
They suffer from the truth and cry
It makes you think, I hurt them, because I told them the truth
And if I did not I would of felt guilty, of telling a lie
The truth can be painful
Whether you build a bridge and get over it, it is up to you
But when someone tells you the truth and it hurts
Don't blame them because that's the right thing for them to do
It was true. The truth can really damage people. I flipped a few pages and read another poem.
I love you Mommy
Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight As', I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; that I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; that she is the only now,
And tell my dear sweet Grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends; that they always were the best,
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better then the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, and please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy, tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy, please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy, I ran as fast as I could, when I heard that crack,
Mommy, listen to me if you would, I'm not coming back.
I wanted to go to college; I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, on that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married; I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy, I'm must go now, the time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry, but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
That poem always brought tears to my eyes. I flipped the pages again and stopped to read another poem.
A Wish
I lie on the ground,
And stare into space,
The stars start to move,
Into the shape of your face.
I see you there now,
Looking down at me,
With that cute little smile,
That I like to see.
You say, "close your eyes",
"Tell me what you see",
I see only two people,
Just you and me.
We're walking the shoreline,
With our feet getting wet,
The horizon turns pink,
As the sun starts to set.
We make love through the night,
On that white sandy shore,
Then I hold you while thinking,
I could want nothing more.
Oh I wish I could be,
In that one special place,
As I lie on the ground,
And I stare into space...
That poem made me think about Shadow and I. Us ever becoming an item was only wishful thinking. He was a silent, cool, calm guy. He would never be interested in a flawed, noisy, irritating girl like me. How I wish that he could like me despite my flaws. I kept reading for another hour before I realized I should be heading for the airport. I grabbed my suitcase headed outside. I put it in the trunk of my black 1967 Impala (I wish I had a car like that) and began to drive away. When I reached the freeway, it was dead and quiet. I decided to put this baby at its full horsepower and zoomed down the freeway. I loved to hear my car's engine purr like a kitten. Once I reached the airport, I turned the car off, took out my suitcase, alarmed the car, and walked away. I saw Tails and the rest waiting for me at security.
"Took you long enough." Knuckles said.
"Sorry, lost track of time." I replied. Tails handed me my ticket and we went threw security. The stewardess told me I sat at A-12. I walked over to my seat and found that I was sitting next to Shadow. I moved across him and sat by the window. The pilot told us over the speaker to fasten our seatbelts and we were about to take off. Once we were in the air I took off my seatbelt and pulled out a book from my purse. Pride and Prejudice was written across the cover in fancy writing. I opened it up to the chapter I had previously read and began to read again. Without me knowing, Shadow leaned over to see what I was reading.
"You like Jane Austen?" He asked.
"Yes, very much. You read her writing?" I asked astounded that a guy like him would read a book that was read by mainly girls.
"Not all of them but yes, I do. I find her writing very intriguing." He replied.
"Me too, I love to read this book." I showed him the cover of my book and flipped to the page that showed a drawing of Elizabeth Bennet.
"She's pretty, isn't she?" I asked.
"Perfectly tolerable, I daresay, but not handsome enough to tempt me." He quoted. I stared at him in shock.
"You can quote the book?!" I asked. He leaned closer and made eye contact with me.
"You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love... and love... and love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." His quoted, his voice smooth as silk and was coated in warmth. My vision was trapped in his ruby orbs. My cheeks heated up when I realized that we were no more than 3 ½ inches apart. I could feel his breath fanning my face, it smelled of spice and mint. He leaned in to enclose the space between us before the plane shook, making our head bonk, completely destroying the moment. He sat properly back in his seat and started to play his iPod. I mentally slapped myself for even trying to attempt a stunt like that. He was just caught up in the moment; he probably would have stop the kiss as soon as it started. I went back to my book and slowly fell asleep.
Shadow's POV
I mentally punched myself for trying to kiss her. I probably disgust her now. I was entering her personal space and was letting my feelings for her get the better of me. It's just her presence, her aroma, her smile even is enough to drive me mad. When we finally have a discussion about something we have in common, I had to go and screw it up. If I actually kissed her, she probably would have slapped me, kicked me, or use mace on me. I was an idiot to ever consider her ever having feelings for me. I felt something lean on my shoulder. To my surprise, Amy fell asleep and was lying on my shoulder. My muscles relaxed and I stroked her quills. I can't believe that the faker turned her down. A beautiful girl such as herself deserved better than that. I certainly didn't deserve her. Us ever being together was just wishful thinking. I removed the armrest that separated us, pulled her to my chest, and kissed her forehead and laid my head on top of hers and fell asleep, trying to enjoy this rare moment.
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