Sonic: What the f% ! am I doing now!
Me: Nothing this is a regular day for you, surprisingly you're not running.
Sonic: Yea, that is weird...why?
Me:I can't explain that, you just don't...
Sonic: Whatever, long as it isn't a reoccuring thing.
Me: It's not.
Sonic slept Saturday away, waking only, to eat with his family and tend to his bodily functions. He slept with prevalent smile, for he was completely relaxed and undisturbed. Sunday however, he was awake at high noon, washed, and putting on clothes; a loose gray tank, a pair of red skinny jeans that hung slightly off his derrière' with a silver chain belt, and his one of a kind, trademark trainers. "Yes…I'm me again, and I don't have to avoid anyone, less I choose too." "Aside from, Amy."
The blue wonder strolled out of his home, and down his street, hands in his pockets, not a care in the world. He stopped in the park, and sat under a shady tree. His quills flowed in the breeze as he watched children play, but noticed one was five or ten centimeters taller than the rest, an orange-yellowish creature. Soon realizing whom it was, Sonic called to the fox, with an ecstatic voice. "Tails'! Tails!" The kitsune whorled around wondering whom was calling his name, and then saw his blue best friend. "Sonic!" "What are you doing here?" the fox inquired. "Just, relaxing man."
"Oh, that's good."
"I meant to ask…why were you playing with those kids?"
"I'm short, small, and my tails are taller than me, why not have, some fun with my anatomical disposition?"
"Cannot argue with that logic, and you're always logical, if not practical."
"Very good use of impromptu words Sonic, well done."
"I'm not a complete idiot, Tails, you know how much I'm into chemistry."
"Yeah." "Well Sonic, I'm late for an appointment, so I'll see you later."
"Late?" "For what and with whom?"
"Yes, geek stuff, and none ya business…Later!"
As Tails propelled off, Sonic rose from beneath the tree and walked in the opposite direction. He soon felt the weight of three thuds and'oomph!' In unforeseen circumstances, Sonia, Lola, and Manic landed square on their oldest brothers back, causing him immense pain. "Way to go, Manic." The lime hedgehog glared at his bubblegum pink sister. "Why, is it that every time were kicked out of the house, it's my fault!" Lavender-azure retorted. "Because it usually is, otherwise Lola wouldn't say so." "That aside, are we going to get off Sonic, I know he didn't like being our unidentified and now unresponsive crash pad." The three siblings slid from their brothers back and prodded him for movement. He regained conscience, started ranting, stopped by the sudden rush of pain to his left wrist. "Ahh!" "Damn, it this hurts!"
They went to a nearby clinic where Sonics wrist was set and casted. Feeling quite 'heated', Sonic and siblings headed home, the younger three keeping a significant distance, knowing he seethed with fury.
"Sonic, it's not our fault." "It's Manic's." Sonia told.
"No, it is not!" "Mom's the one, who slingshot kicked us outside and beyond."
"It doesn't matter who's at fault, fact of the matter is that Sonic we're sorry for unintentionally hurting you."
He suddenly stopped. "It's alright, but next time, scream or something!" he spoke with a smile.
"We didn't scream?" Sonia questioned.
"Now that I think about it…no." said Lola.
"I remember an 'oomph'." Manic added.
After reaching home and telling their mother what had occurred with Sonics left hand, she sympathetically apologized, smothering her son in unwanted attention. Sonic quickly broke free and headed to the recluse of his bedroom. Taking two pills for the pain, Sonic fell upon his bed staring at the ceiling. He rolled and rolled until he found a comfortable position, which as he balled up there was an odd warmth he hadn't felt be' I've always slept on the right side of my bed, why is the left much less this spot so warm?' He dared to open his eyes and saw nothing yet an odd tiny streak of white was top right in his peripheral vision. The blue blur dismissed his thoughts and fell prey to his medicines side effects; drowsiness.
Sonic: What the hell was that white?
Me: You piece it all together...
Sonic: Why not just tell me?
Me: That ruins my fun.
Sonic: TELL ME!
Me: NO...
Shadow:People...waiting...write...d !$ it...