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Chapter 6

Friday afternoon, Amy followed Cream into their history class. The blonde was babbling on about her first project for her tech class. Amy nodded her head along to her friend's words even though she had no clue what she was talking about. Cream was using big words and physics theories that Amy had never heard before. Rather than asking Cream what those meant and thus encouraging more confusing words, Amy just let her talk and pretended she understood. Perhaps when the project was finished and Amy had a visual representation, she might understand. Until then, she was content being lost in her friend's genius-like dialogue.

Sonic smiled at her as she slid into the seat next to him. "Hey," he said.

"Hi," Amy replied. "How is your day going?"

"Good now that I get to see you."

Amy rolled her eyes. She retrieved a notebook and a purple pen from her bag.

"How is your day going?"

"It's going," Amy sighed. "I can't wait for today to be over. Tomorrow, I'm not moving from my bed unless it's to get food. I'm so exhausted."

"Five classes three days a week will do that to you – especially when some of them are physically challenging."

"It's only the third day of my combat class, and I've already got bruises. I've trained for much longer and haven't gotten any."

"I told you this program can get intense."

Amy lay her cheek in her palm. "What are your plans for this weekend?"

"Same as you: sleep and eat."

"The campus must be pretty quiet on the weekends."

"Sometimes." He paused. "What are you doing tonight, aside from sleeping and eating?"

Amy shrugged. "Nothing really. My roommate and my friends might watch a movie, but that's about it."

"Would you and your friends want to come out to the homecoming bonfire tonight?"

Amy raised an eyebrow. "It's only the first week of school and you guys are already having a homecoming celebration?"

"We're not like other schools, Ames. We don't have the sports or the fancy clubs. We have intense training five days a week. So, we figure we might as well party now before the semester kicks our ass."

"Are there parties like this often?"

"Not as big as this one. Some of the other residence halls, mainly the spies, host other parties throughout the year, but they're not as big. The homecoming bonfire is when we try to get everyone out to have a little fun. There'll be a huge fire, a shit ton of kegs, music, and dancing. It'll be fun. You should come."

"What time does it start?"

"Eight-thirty when it's dark."

"Where is it?"

"The woods on the east side of campus near the meadow I took you too. You'll see it; there will be more than enough people traveling over that way. Once you're in the woods, all you have to do is follow the music."

"And the school allows this?"

"No. We're supposed to be a strictly dry campus, but since when has that rule ever worked? We're college kids; it's our job to find out how to get alcohol in our system without our superiors finding out."

Amy smiled. "I'll think about coming."

"Cool. Text me if you do decide to come."

"Why? Are you going to try to dance with me?"

Sonic grinned. "Would you grace me with one if I asked?"

Amy reluctantly pulled away from his cerulean eyes as the professor started talking. She focused on the lesson and tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

After class, Sonic followed the two girls out of the classroom. He set a hand on Amy's back. "I'll see you tonight," he said.

She nodded. "Yeah. Maybe."

He smiled at her before disappearing into the sea of students.

Cream nudged her friend. "You two going on a date already," she asked.

"He invited me to a party tonight. Do you wanna go? He said it's a big campus thing."

"Nah," she said, her accent thick. "Parties aren't really my thing. Plus, I already have plans."

"Understandable."

"Rosy might go with you. You could even convince Scourge and Shadow to go."

"But you doubt Tails is going to go?"

"Well, he seemed really excited to watch the original Star Wars movies with me tonight."

Amy raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, but you and Tails are watching the Star Wars movies and we weren't invited?"

Cream's face flushed. "I knew you four wouldn't want to watch Star Wars – especially not almost six hours of it."

"That is true, but you're leaving out the part where you get to spend alone time with Tails." Amy smirked. "We all know you like him."

Cream's face turned a darker shade of red. "Oh my stars, is it that obvious? Do you think he knows?"

"Nah. Homeboy is as oblivious as they come. He's nice though, and we all can tell he really likes you too."

The blonde smiled. "You think so?"

"Yeah. You're gorgeous, and you're into all the sci-fi stuff he's into; why wouldn't he be hopelessly in love with you?"

Cream hid her blush with her hair. "I don't know. I'm not used to boys liking me. Growing up, I was always the nerdy girl who loved vintage sci-fi items and always had grease stains on her hands. My daddy and my uncle have an auto shop now, so I spent a lot of time there when I wasn't flying planes or reading or watching re-runs." She shrugged her shoulders. "None of the boys ever really paid me any mind back at home. They all thought I was a lesbian." She crossed her arms. "I've never had a boyfriend or any romantic interests, so I'm a little nervous about spending alone time with Tails, but I'm also really excited; he's a really nice guy, and I really like him. I don't want to do or say something stupid that'll scare him away like every other crush I've had."

Amy put her hand on her friend's shoulders. "Cream, trust me when I say that I doubt you could scare Tails off. He is a really nice guy, and I think the two of you will be cute together."

Cream smiled. "You think so?"

Amy squeezed her shoulder. "I know so."

Cream scooted closer to her friend and lay her head on Amy's shoulder.

After the two girls bid each other goodbye, Amy hurried to her room. Rosy was laying on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a horror movie playing on the television. Amy glanced at the screen to see a man getting stabbed to death by a Chucky doll. She raised an eyebrow at her friend who continued to eat her popcorn with ease.

"Hey," Amy said.

"Hello," Rosy replied. She held out her bowl. "Want some popcorn?"

Amy smiled. She took a handful of popcorn and plopped down beside her roommate's feet. She watched the movie for a few minutes before she spoke. "So, how do you feel about parties?"

Rosy raised an eyebrow. She looked at her friend. "Depends what definition of party you're referring to."

"Alcohol, loud music, dancing, and hook-ups."

"I'm down for alcohol and loud music." She sat up. "When and where is this party?"

"Tonight at eight-thirty. This guy from my history class invited me. He said it's like a homecoming party to celebrate our sanity before this program kicks our ass. It's gonna be in the woods on the east side of campus."

"Hmm, the woods? Do you know what happens to people who party in the woods?"

"Yes, but we're in a very controlled environment. I don't think any serial killers will be around."

"Mhm, I'm bringing my knife just in case. I don't fuck with the woods."

Amy giggled. "So you'll come?"

"Sure."

"Good. I was also thinking we could invite Shadow and Scourge too."

"Okay." Rosy grabbed her phone. Her nails tapped against the screen as she typed. "I'm texting them as we speak."

"Let me know what they say. I'm gonna take a quick shower."

Rosy gave her a thumbs up.

Amy headed towards the bathroom. She took a quick shower and retreated into her room. As she was searching through her closet for an outfit to wear, Rosy yelled through the hall that the boys agreed to go. Her voice was followed by the click of the bathroom door and the shower running.

For the occasion, Amy dressed in a red bralette, black skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket. She paired the outfit with a pair of her red Jordan's. She refused to wear heels into the woods. Although she doubted there'd be any serial killers in the woods, there were going to be a bunch of alcohol-infused drama. She needed to make sure she could get away if she needed to.

While her hair was still up, Amy swiped on dark eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, mascara and ruby red lipstick. After her makeup was finished, she let her curls hang down over her shoulders.

Amy wandered into the living room when she was finished. Rosy had left the television on; the climax of the movie she was watching played on the screen. Amy sat on the couch and watched the young couple in the film slowly come to their demise for a few minutes.

Rosy entered the living room as the male was fighting off the possessed doll. She was dressed in a fitted black tee shirt that stopped just above her belly button, low waist jeans that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, and a pair of black converse. She'd decorated her eyes with nude eyeshadow and sharp winged eye-liner. Her lips were frosted in a dark burgundy, and her long locks were straightened down her back.

Amy raised an eyebrow at her as she sat down beside her on the couch. "How do you still manage to be this gorgeous when you're not even trying," she thought aloud.

Rosy scoffed. "I'm not gorgeous," she stated. "But I'll take the compliment."

A knock sounded at the door.

With a sigh, Rosy got up to answer it. As expected, Shadow and Scourge stood on the other side. Both of them were dressed in simple tee shirts, jeans and sneakers. Rosy motioned for them to come inside. Shadow didn't hesitate; he waltzed in and took a seat next to Amy. His ruby eyes raked over her outfit as he greeted her. "You look nice," he said. Then he turned his gaze towards the television.

Scourge hovered in the doorway, appreciating Rosy's look for the night. "Damn," he whispered. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Hello gorgeous."

Rosy rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that." She grabbed his arm and tugged him inside. "And stick your tongue back in your mouth."

Scourge grinned. "What are you going to do if I don't?"

"I'm gonna rip it out."

"Why? There's so much I could do with it. I could think of a few things that could make you very happy."

Rosy sighed. "Shadow, tell you roommate to shut up before I give him a black eye."

Shadow shrugged. "Scourge, I don't think you really want to get your ass kicked again, do you?"

Scourge's smile fell. "First of all, I let her win."

Rosy crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that." She looked to Amy and Shadow. "Can we get some food before we go? I don't want to get sick on our first night out."

"Sure," Amy and Shadow said in unison. They followed their roommates out the room and into the hallways. The four of them made their way across campus to one of the dining halls. They ate dinner as the sun fell from the sky. By the time they were finished, it was dark out. Only the street lamps and lights from the open buildings lit up the cobblestone paths.

Amy led her friends to the woods she and Sonic had passed through earlier in the week. She could hear the music clearly through the trees. As the music gradually got louder, a large bonfire slowly came in sight. Amy was surprised to see there was actually more than just one.

Within the opening where the party was being held, there were four large bonfires. They sat in the perimeter of the opening, providing light for a dancefloor. In the opening were dozens of students; they were dancing with cans of beer in their hands of cigarettes hanging from their mouth. A group of students smoking marijuana sat near one of the bonfires.

Amy wrinkled her nose from the horrid smell of smoke and weed mixed together. Her eyes continued to explore the space. She noticed a DJ in the very back with battery charged equipment and multiple coolers filled to their max with cold beers. Her eyes weren't able to find Sonic before another familiar voice rang through her ears.

"Amy! Scourge! Shadow," Fiona called. The four looked to see the girl jogging up to them. She was dressed in a black crop top and a fitted black skirt. She made a beeline for Scourge. Rosy raised an eyebrow as Fiona wrapped her arms around him. "You guys made it!"

Scourge smirked at her. "We'd never skip out on a chance to party."

Fiona looked to Rosy. "Who's this?"

"This is my roommate, Rosy. Rosy, this is Fiona. She's in our combat class," Amy explained.

Rosy feigned a smile. "Hi." She looked away. "I see alcohol." With that, she walked off. Amy offered a smile to Fiona before hurrying after Rosy.

"Hey," Amy called. "Wait up! What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Rosy said. "I want alcohol." She glanced around the crowd. "Where's your lover boy?"

Amy's eyes widened. "Shit! I forgot to text him to tell him I was coming!" She whipped out her phone from her back pocket and texted Sonic. He immediately replied to let her know he was there waiting for her.

"Here," Rosy said as she handed Amy a beer. "Go hang out with your beau. Be careful. Don't get pregnant or die."

Amy giggled. "I'm not just going to leave you by yourself."

"You're not. Shadow's walking up right now." She nodded to her friend who was approaching them. Rosy wrapped her arm around his. "We'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now go. Get laid."

Amy shook her head. She obeyed her roommate's orders. She walked off in the opposite direction. She looked down at her phone and tried to follow Sonic's directions towards his location. With her head down, she tried to weave through people the best she could. However, her distraction took a toll on her as she bumped right into a stranger's chest.

"Shit," she exclaimed without looking up. "Excuse me." She tried to move past the person, but they stayed in her way. She scowled as she looked up at them. "What is your –" She cut herself short when she found herself gazing into Sonic's emerald green eyes. "Oh. Hi."

He grinned. "Hey. You came."

"Yeah. I wasn't doing anything, so I figured why not."

"I'm glad."

Amy blushed. She fiddled with the can opener on her beer. "So, now that I'm here: what do you wanna do?"

"Well, I would like to get a little buzzed first. Why don't we sit over here and talk for a bit?"

"Okay." She followed him to one of the large logs on the perimeter of the opening. She watched him take a long swig of his beer before taking a sip of her own. The two of them didn't really talk as they sat there. Both of them were too focused on receiving the buzz they were looking for. Three beers for Amy and five for Sonic, and they were both feeling relaxed enough to move from their spots.

Sonic helped Amy up and led her to the dancefloor. He set his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. Amy turned her back to him. She let the music guide her hips as they moved against his. With her eyes closed, she could feel every movement of Sonic's hands on her body. His hands cautiously wandered from her hips to her thighs and back up. His head dipped down to her neck, pecking soft kisses and taking soft whiffs of her perfume. He whispered sweet words in her ear, but Amy couldn't comprehend them. She focused on the shiver his voice sent down her spine rather than the words themselves. Her breath hitched in her throat when his hands left her hips to grab the collar of her jacket. He slowly pushed the fabric down, exposing her skin. His lips left sparks on her skin as they traveled down her neck to her shoulders.

A soft moan escaped Amy's lips as she turned in his arms. Her arms looped around his neck, and she pressed her body closer against his. Her hips grinded on his to the beat of the song blasting in their ears. One of hands traveled up her back, beneath her jacket, and caressed her shoulder bones. His palm pressed firmly against her back, trapping her against him. With his other hand, he cupped the back of her head. He gently tugged her head back and pressed his lips against hers.

Amy, in her fuzzy state, lost control of her body. She fell victim to the fireworks going off in her head, and the heat in her pelvis. She melted under Sonic's lips as they sensually moved against hers. His tongue erotically flicked at her lips, requesting entrance. Amy granted him the access he desired, and she was not disappointed. His tongue wrestled with hers with ease and expertise; he teased her with his skills and left her wanting more. Amy tangled her hands in his blue hair while his arms wrapped around her and held her captive against him. Neither of them pulled away for a long while. When they did, both of them laughed.

"I need another drink," Amy said.

Sonic raised an eyebrow. "Why? Are you using alcohol as a reason to make out with me?"

"No, I'm using alcohol to help me ignore how much I like you."

He grinned. "Ah, so you do like me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't get cocky. I still don't know you yet, and you don't know me."

"But you'd like to?"

A small smile graced Amy's lips. "Yes." She pecked his lips. "I'd like to." She patted his shoulder. "Now come on. I want another drink." She grabbed his hand and dragged him back towards the coolers.

Three more beers and two hours later, Amy wasn't feeling so good. Her stomach was doing somersaults, and her vision was blurring. She and Sonic were back on the dancefloor, moving their hips to the beat. Amy reluctantly stopped as her stomach violently churned. She turned in Sonic's arms. She stood on her toes to reach his ear. "I don't feel so hot," she admitted. "Is there a bathroom or something around here?"

"A bathroom, no. I can walk you back to your room if you want."

Amy shook her head. "I don't think I can walk that far."

"I can carry you."

Her head whirled uneasily. "I think I need to sit down for a minute."

"Alright." He gently lifted her up off her feet. He carried her to one of the empty logs and set her down. He sat beside her.

Amy put her face in her knees. She felt Sonic's hand rubbing her back.

"Are you alright?"

Amy shook her head. "What was in those beers?"

"I don't know. They were pretty strong tonight. Do you want me to grab you a water bottle?"

She nodded.

"Alright. I'll be right back. Don't move." He reluctantly got up and wandered towards one of the coolers on the other side of the bonfire. He knew those ones held water bottles for those who got sick.

The moment Sonic left her side, Amy picked her head up. Without much warning, she turned towards the back of the log and vomited. She grimaced as the horrid taste and smell lingered in her mouth. With a whine, she lay down the log. Her thoughts spun in circles, and the music echoed through her ears. A soft moan left her lips at her nausea.

"Amy," she heard Shadow's voice. She cracked her eyes open to see three Shadow's hovering over her. Each one was staring at her with creased brows and small frowns. "Are you alright," they said in unison.

"I don't feel good," she said.

He frowned. "Come on. Let's get you home." He gathered her in his arms and lifted her up. He carried her bridal style out of the woods.

She groaned in his arms. She lay her head against his chest. "Wait," she murmured. "Sonic… He was going to come back."

"You can call him when you wake up in the morning."

Amy sighed. "Where's Rosy and Scourge?"

"Scourge disappeared with Fiona, and Rosy is with some girls from her combat class. She'll be fine."

Amy nodded. She closed her eyes. Her body slowly shut down as Shadow walked back to their dorm. By the time he reached the elevator, she was sound asleep.

Shadow took the elevator up to his floor. He walked down the hall to his room. He juggled Amy in his arms as he retrieved his keys. He carried her to his room and lay her down on the bed. Pawing through his drawers, he looked for a tee shirt. Once he found one, he turned back to his unconscious friend. Cautiously, he removed her jacket, sneakers, and jeans. He carefully dressed her in the black tee shirt. With her in his arms, he moved his comforter back and lay her down on her stomach. He threw the covers over her and pushed her hair away from her face. He moved the trash can in his room from the corner to his bedside.

Then he changed into his pajamas. He retrieved one of the spare pillows and the fleece blanket laying atop his comforter. He lay down on the floor and made a makeshift bed out of the two items. He lay on his back and waited for sleep to take him.

X

In the morning, Amy woke to a terrible headache. It felt like someone was pounding a hammer against her skull. She whimpered as she nuzzled her head against the pillow. Her mind struggled to recollect the events from the night before. She remembered going to the party, making out with Sonic, and getting sick. She couldn't recall what'd happened after she'd thrown up. She'd been waiting for Sonic to get back with a water bottle when things got fuzzy.

Her eyes shot open. She sat up in the bed and frantically looked around. She didn't recognize the room she was in. The grey walls were bare of any photos or posters. A charcoal colored rug occupied the entire floor. All of the furniture in the room was black, including the comforter on the bed. A small television sat on the tall dresser, and a full length mirror hung on the closet door. The bookshelf parallel from the foot of the bed was filled to its capacity with a plethora of books from various genres. On the desk was a laptop, a few books, and a few framed photos.

Amy's brows creased together. Where was she?

She looked down to see she'd been changed into a simple black tee shirt; her bralette and panties were still intact. She didn't feel any pain in her pelvis, thank God. Whoever's room she was in hadn't harmed her.

Carefully, she got out of bed and wandered towards the desk. She sat in the desk chair as her eyes wandered over the pictures. She took particular interest in one specifically. It seemed to be a family photo of a woman, man and three children. All of them carried caramel-toned complexions and dark hair. The man was dressed in a dress shirt and pants while the woman was dressed in a red dress. The children, a boy and two girls, were dressed in outfits identical to their parents. The son seemed to be the oldest; Amy assumed about ten or eleven. One of the girls seemed to be seven or eight while the other was four or five. Amy recognized the hazel eyes on the young boy. Her friend carried them. He looked just like the man in the picture now.

The door creaked open. Amy looked up to see Shadow entering the room. He was wearing a white tank top and basketball shorts. "You're awake," he said.

"Yeah," Amy murmured. "Did you bring me back here?"

"Yes. You said you didn't feel good, so I thought it'd be a good idea to bring you back to the dorms. You fell asleep on the way here. I didn't want to wake you to get your keys, and I also didn't want to leave you alone; my best judgement was to bring you here." He walked towards her. "Are you feeling okay?" He pressed the back of his hand against her forehead. "You were a little hot when I woke up."

"I have a headache, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"You're still a little warm," Shadow commented. He took his hand away. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "Thank you…for taking care of me."

"Sure." He held his hand out. "Are you hungry? I made breakfast."

Amy let him help her up from his seat. She followed him to the kitchen. Rosy and Scourge sat across from each other, picking over their food and avoiding eye contact. "Morning," Amy said.

Scourge smirked at her. "Ah, she lives."

Rosy frowned at her roommate. "What happened last night? Why did I get a text saying you were throwing up in your sleep?"

Amy sat down in one of the chairs. "I had a little too much to drink. The beer was stronger than what I'm used to. I got a little sick, and Shadow brought me back here." She thanked Shadow as he put a steaming hot plate of food in front of her.

"How are you feeling now?"

"My head hurts, but it's not too bad."

"Mhm; I got worried."

"You don't have to worry, Rosy. I'm fine."

"Where was that guy you were making out with when this happened?"

Scourge raised an eyebrow. "And I thought you were a good girl, Amy."

"Shut up, Scourge," Rosy snapped at him.

"He went to grab me a water bottle so I could sober up. Shadow found me before he got back." She looked down. "He's probably worried sick right now." She sighed. "I'm usually not that sloppy when I'm drunk."

"It's not your fault. That beer was on another level."

Shadow sat down with them. Amy offered him a small smile. He held her gaze for a moment before looking away.

"Enough about me," Amy said. "What did you guys do at the party?"

"Well, Scourge obviously got laid," Rosy said.

Amy raised an eyebrow. She looked to her friend. She hadn't noticed the passion marks scattered around his neck. "With Fiona," she asked.

Scourge smirked. "Baby girl knows how to have a good time," he said. He tilted his head at Rosy. "But I'm still confused as to why you care so much."

"I don't," Rosy replied. "I'm stating facts. You got laid, I got high, Amy got drunk, and Shadow saved all of our hungover asses with this delicious breakfast."

"Come on, Rosy; admit you're a little jealous."

Rosy wrinkled her nose. "Of what? The only thing I'm mad about is that you had sex with a hot chick and I didn't."

Scourge and Shadow nearly spit out their food. "Wait, what," Shadow coughed.

"You're into girls," Scourge asked.

Rosy shrugged. "Girls and boys. I'm attracted to both, and I don't have a preference. I like who I like, and I do who I want to do. Like I told Amy when we met: I like doing what I want."

"Holy shit," Scourge murmured. His smirk returned. "Well, just know you're always welcome to join Fiona and me."

Rosy rolled her eyes. "I'd rather rip out my uterus with my bare hands than have sex with you." She smiled. "But you can tell Fiona that when she gets tired of faking orgasms to call me; I'll make sure I get here there."

Amy and Shadow struggled to hide their snickers. They put their hands over their mouths and tried their hardest not to laugh.

Scourge looked between them and rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said. He dug in his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. "I'm going out for a smoke."

He dodged Shadow's hand before he could grab him. He stormed out the suite and slammed the door behind him.

Rosy sighed. "Fuck," she whispered. She got up from her seat. "I'll go talk to him."

"Maybe try to be nice this time," Amy suggested.

"I'll try," Rosy mumbled.

Amy looked to Shadow after Rosy shut the front door. "I know it's only the first week, but I'm ready for them to admit they like each other, fuck, and date already."

Shadow smirked. "Knowing those two, we'll be waiting a while for that to happen."

Amy sighed. "Well, could they at least fuck and get the sexual tension out the way already?"

He shrugged. "Where's the fun if they do?"

"I hate that you're right."

Shadow chuckled.

After some time, Rosy and Scourge returned to the suite. They seemed to be back to their usual banter. Amy and Shadow were thankful for it. The two kept them entertained throughout the morning as they argued and play fought. Around one o' clock, Amy and Rosy headed back down to their room. Amy hugged Shadow as she thanked him one last time before they left. She noticed he stiffened in her embrace. His tense muscles only lasted a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed gently.

Once Amy was back in her room, she reluctantly checked her phone. She wasn't surprised by the dozens of texts and missed calls from Sonic. She knew she should've called him earlier or at least replied to his text to let him know she was okay, but she hadn't been near her phone all morning. Out of sight, out of mind.

With a sigh, she dialed Sonic's number and called him.

"Jesus, Amy," he exclaimed into the phone. "Are you alright? Where are you? I've been trying to call you and text you since you disappeared last night! I told you not to move! I was coming right back!"

"I'm fine, Sonic," Amy sighed. "One of my friends saw me on the log and took me home. I passed out before we even got to his room. I'm sorry."

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"What? No. He's not like that. I'm fine, Sonic."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Stop worrying."

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. I appreciate your concern. It's just that I'm fine. You don't have to worry."

He sighed. "Okay."

Amy frowned. "Are you mad at me?"

"No. Are you mad at me?"

A smile tugged at her lips. "I'm mad you let me drink six beers and ultimately get sick."

He chuckled. "Oh are you? You didn't seem mad when you were knocking water bottles out of my hand and demanding I give you alcohol."

"Well, I am now."

Amy could hear the smile in his voice. "Hmm, what can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

"I don't know. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe dinner and a movie next weekend."

"I'll think about it. Next weekend is kind of soon; it's not enough time for me to stay mad."

"The offer will stay open. So, whenever you decide you're not mad anymore, you can let me know and we'll go out. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good."

"Cool." He shuffled in the background. "Well, I'll let you get some rest. I'm glad you're alright."

"Thanks. Sorry for disappearing on you and for taking so long to get back to you."

"It's alright." He paused. "Did you have fun last night despite getting sick?"

Amy bit her lip. The memory of Sonic's lips on hers flashed through her mind. "Yeah," she admitted. "I had a lot of fun. Did you?"

"Mhmm. I look forward to hanging out again soon – just you know, without the whole getting sick bit."

"Yeah. Me too."

"I'll see you on Monday?"

"Well, I usually jog on Sunday mornings. Just in case you wanted to pop up on me like you've done twice this week."

He chuckled. "Same time as the weekdays? Around ten? We'll get breakfast after?"

"Yeah."

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

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