A/N: I apologize for the long update. I do not talk, I am just a writer.
Chapter Four: Too Late (Part Two)
(Silver's POV)
I should've known better. I mean, what was I thinking? Why would Blaze choose me over Delancey? He's perfect for her; he's everything she wants in a guy. And I'm just her best friend that had aspirations of being her man.
This is what happens when you watch romantic comedies. You start feeling shit that you shouldn't feel, you start thinking shit that you shouldn't think. You start believing in the impossible.
I should've known better.
I pull into the driveway and park the car before getting out and walking, or should I say trudging to the porch. But before I can get my key out to unlock the door, it's being opened for me.
"Hey Silv. How was the…" Tariq begins, but trails off. I guess he saw the look on my face.
"Okay, either y'all got the hell beat outta you at the game, or she said no; and I'm thinking that it's the latter."
"No, she didn't say no…"
"She didn't say no?" Esau asks, walking over to us.
"No…"
"Well then why the fuck you look like you lost your puppy?"
"Yeah, what happened?" Tariq asks, stepping back and allowing for me to enter the house.
"I waited until the game was over to ask her out, but I never got the opportunity." I say as we walk towards the couch.
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"After the game, I had went to pee, and when I came back…she was sucking face with Delancey…"
"That same dude that walked her to class the other day?"
"And today. Yeah. That's Delancey."
The two of them give their own version of a sigh, one being in disappointment, the other being in irritation.
"Well…" Esau begins, but I cut him off.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night," I say before getting up and heading towards the stairs. I doubt that I'll be able to sleep well, but I'd much rather be alone in my room and free to expel my feelings rather than be interrogated by my brothers. Besides, maybe just lying down in general might make me feel a little better.
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(Blaze's POV)
Come on Silver…pick up…it's quarter till noon…he can't still be asleep…
He finally answers, and on the other end of the line, I hear him utter, "Hello?" in a deep, gravelly, sleepy sounding voice.
I can't even complain that he was still asleep, not with the way that his voice just sounded. His voice was…sexy. Like how it sounds when a guy is trying to seduce you and he wraps his arms around you and whispers sultry things into your ear…
I need to stop. I can't be thinking about Silver in that way. Especially not while I'm on the phone with him and now that I'm in a relationship with Delancey.
"Are you up?" I ask, trying to bring my focus back to why I called him in the first place.
I hear him shift and maybe stretch. "Uh…I guess I am now. Why, what's up?"
Christ.
"Amy said that she, Sonic, and Knuckles were going to the mall at one. She asked me if you and I wanted to tag along."
"Yeah, sure. Uh…is Delancey coming with you?"
Right…he did kinda see my kiss with Delancey last night…
"Nah. He said that he'll be at his aunt's wedding from noon until, like, six tonight."
He yawns. "Oh…well, that's…cool. What time will you be ready for me to pick you up?"
"At about twelve-thirty."
"Cool, I'll be there. Be ready."
"I'll be ready."
"Ready ready. Like ready to walk out the door ready. Not still in the bathroom applying makeup ready."
Of course. I can't ever get through a conversation without him bringing that up.
"Whatever. You just make sure you're not late."
"When am I ever late?"
"Please don't make me answer that question."
"No, answer it. When am I ever late?"
"All the damn time. Like when you promised to pick me up from a doctor's appointment and you had me waiting for twenty minutes. Or the time we were supposed to meet Tails, Cream, and Espio at the movies and you were running so late that me and you missed the movie. And that time where…"
"Alright, alright, alright I see your point. I'll be there on time. You just be ready."
And with that, he hangs up. He seemed somewhat happier than he was last night. Maybe he was sick or something…
Even though, I could've sworn that there was hurt I his eyes every time he looked at me. Like seeing me kiss Delancey hurt him, but that would imply that he had feelings for me. And I know that's not the case.
Either way, I hope he feels better soon. I don't really like seeing him…not act like himself. I don't wanna say that he's sad, because he doesn't seem sad. When he dropped me off after the game last night, he looked disappointed. But I couldn't figure out why.
Part of me wants to figure out what was making him act that way because, I mean, he's my best friend; he and I go all the way back to the sixth grade. We're extremely close, but at the same time, I know I shouldn't concern myself with what's bothering him because if he really wanted me to know what was up with him, he would've told me….
And of course, my phone would ring when I'm sorting my thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Hey Blaze."
Delancey.
"Hey. I thought you had to go to a wedding?"
"I do but that doesn't mean that I can't talk to you on my way over there. Besides, my cousin isn't much for car conversation."
"Fair enough."
"So, what is my kitty up to?"
Usually, whenever someone (Scourge) calls me their kitty, my face burns with anger and irritation; but with Delancey saying it, I actually feel myself blushing.
"Nothing much, just waiting on Silver to pick me up so we can meet Amy, Knuckles, and Sonic at the mall," I say, putting him on speaker phone as I change my clothes.
"Well lucky you, wish I could tag along. I mean, I love my aunt and everything and I'm happy for her, but I hate weddings."
"Why? What do you have against them?"
"They take too long. Like just exchange vows and rings before cutting the cake and sending us home."
This manages to get a chuckle out of me. "You know that there are certain traditions that are in weddings, like the toasts of the Best Man and Maid of Honor, the dances, the throwing of the bouquet…"
"To hell with all of that. Just let me exchange vows and cut the cake so I can go fuck my wife."
"Oh, so that's why you'd want a quick wedding."
"Yeah. The sooner the wedding is over, the sooner I can get on a plane, get to Tahiti, and get my freak on. I mean technically the marriage isn't…real until it's been consummated. And I can't think of anything more amazing than fucking the woman of my dreams while still being buzzed from the high of my wedding. I think that being connected in the most intimate of ways with the person that you love after you just pledged your life to them is…beautiful."
"Really? I didn't know you thought that way."
He scoffs, or pretends to scoff, I guess trying to sound offended. "You've known me for years and you think that I'm like any other stupid guy?"
"Different players, different strategies, same game."
"Suppose I don't wanna play the game. Suppose I just want one girl."
"Suppose I start to bark."
"Funny. Go ahead, don't believe me if you wish too. I will prove to you that I am not a player of this game."
"And get me right where you want me? Never."
"And where is it that you think I want you?"
"In your room."
"C'mon Kitty. Of course I want you in my room. Be more specific."
"Your bed."
An amused chuckle escapes him. "Yes, I'll come out and admit that I do want you in my bed. You're gorgeous, what guy wouldn't want you in their bed?"
"See, I…"
"Hold up Blaze. Lemme finish. I do want you in my bed. And you are the only one I want in my bed. You're the only one that I wanna please like that, the only one I wanna see like that, and the only one that I want to see me like that. You can think that I'm lying and bullshitting you, but I'm deadass. Aldis Mark Delancey is a one-woman-man. You're the only girl I wanna take, and one day, I'll do it and you will want me too."
This probably has to be the thing that I like most about Delancey. He just has the ability to be open and honest, even on a subject as touchy as…well, sex. It amazes me that he can sit and honestly tell me that he pretty much wants to fuck me, and we haven't even been dating a full twenty-four hours. I appreciate his honesty; it's why I became his friend in the first place.
"That's the truth?"
"Nothing but."
"I guess you aren't a player of this game then. But I'm still keeping my eye on you until I'm completely convinced."
"I had a feeling you'd retort something of that nature, but I'm cool with it. I never for one second expected you to let your guard down at all. It was just something that I needed to say."
"Is there anything else that you need to say while you're at it?"
"Actually, no, but there is something I wanna ask you though."
"Okay, what's up?"
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I usually don't have plans on Sundays. Sometimes Sonic and Amy will try and get Silver and I to go out with them somewhere, but I'm usually not busy."
"Good. So tomorrow, you're gonna go to the icehouse with me and were gonna skate."
"Wait, what? Are you making plans for me?"
"Nope, already made the plans. Just finalizing them. Don't sleep in late tomorrow because I'm gonna pick you up at around ten so that it's not a full icehouse by the time we get there…"
"Delancey, this is ridiculous. For starters, you don't even have a car."
"I have my license and Helios is letting me borrow his car."
"I don't know how to ice skate."
"That's perfect. I can teach you."
"Delancey…"
"Blaze, you're not getting outta this. I'm gonna take you ice skating tomorrow morning and then lunch afterwards."
It's crazy how he's soft spoken but straightforward at the same time. It's also crazy how I got roped into going ice skating with him. "Fine. But just know this. If I fall on the ice just one time, I'm taking the skates off."
"Fair enough. I'll make sure I'm there to catch you when you're in danger of falling. I gotta go now, but I'm gonna shoot you a text every now and then when I can."
And with that he hangs up, leaving me to finish getting ready.
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(Silver's POV)
I don't know why I agreed to go to the mall with Blaze. I know this is only gonna result in Sonic and Amy asking me endless questions about last night and what happened; and that is really something I don't wanna reminisce in. I still feel shitty and stupid for thinking that Blaze might've even remotely had feelings for me, but I have to admit that a good night's sleep made me feel better than I did last night.
I roll outta bed and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I don't know what I'm gonna wear to the mall, but I do know it's just gonna be something that I just throw on. Why waste time in putting effort into my appearance when she could care less about it? I mean, usually I try to look nice, but it was always for Blaze. I wanted her to think I looked good; but now that she has Delancey, why would she care? I don't need to impress her anymore.
Joggers. Wife-beater. Jordans. Typical Saturday outfit whenever I stay home, but I'm wearing it out today. Not combing my chest fur because I don't feel like it. I'm personally glad that Tariq and Esau are late sleepers because I really don't feel like bumping into them and being roped into a conversation/lecture of what went down last night and what should've happened differently. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my brothers to death, but they can be a little unrelenting whenever I fuck up.
I grab my phone and keys before making my way downstairs. I know Blaze said that she'd be ready at half past twelve, and it's only eleven forty-five, but I'd like to leave early to get a chance to sing. Singing, to me, is my escape. It gives me an outlet, especially when there's no one around and I can sing to my heart's content, which usually happens in my car. I'm hoping that taking some time to sing can make me feel less shitty than I do right now, because I like to have fun when I go out with my friends, and feeling bad doesn't help me do that.
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(Blaze's POV)
For once, I'm actually on time. Even with Delancey's earlier phone conversation and his constant texting, I manage to get dressed, do my hair and makeup, and even change purses five minutes before Silver said he'd be here to pick me up; which means that he won't be able to talk trash about me not being ready. Currently, I'm sitting on the porch, browsing Instagram and Twitter while I wait on Silver to pull up. I hope he holds up his end of the deal and doesn't pull up late. I'd like to beat our friends to our desired hangout location for once.
Off in the distance, I hear a strong engine, along with music blasting; and I know for a fact that that's Silver. Soon enough, his Camaro pulls up beside my house and I stand, making my way to his car. He gives me a slight grin as I get in before turning his music down.
"Can't believe you're actually on time for once."
"I could say the same thing to you."
He chuckles before starting to put his car in gear, but for some odd reason, he stops. "Before we go, I gotta sing my song. It just came on, and I promise we won't be late. Just let me sing? Please?"
I shrug and go back to my social media. It's only one song, and I enjoy hearing him sing, so I guess it couldn't hurt to sit here for a couple of minutes and let him harmonize with Usher. Besides, I kinda like this song too.
He turns the radio down slightly and dives into the hook, his angelic voice filling the car. That's one of the reasons why I liked…well, like Silver; he can sing his ass off. Like, I know I can sing, and I know Sonic can sing, and even Tails has been known to cut loose with a pretty melody, but Silver can sing. My God his voice is the most amazing and beautiful sound ever. Especially when he really puts his heart into whatever he's singing.
"You got it, you got it bad, when you're on the phone, hang up, then you call right back."
Beautiful. Magical. Intoxicating. I love his voice so much…
"You got it you got it bad, if you miss a day without your friend your whole life's off track."
I know it's wrong, but I really truly wish that he would sing to me. His voice is just so…mystical, so legendary that I wouldn't mind if he sung to me. Hell, I'd love it. But, that can't happen because he doesn't like me in that way and because I'm with Delancey. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.
A/N: I apologize for the long update, I almost lost my will to write this story but after reading over the previous chapters, I decided to pick it back up. Thanks for taking the time to read this chapter and please leave a review but remember: You can leave flames like propane, but none of you will gas me; meaning that you can ridicule me, my story, my style, and everything else, but I will still continue to write.
I do not talk, I am just a writer.