Chapter 6: Neither Friend nor Enemy

3rd Person POV

Amy sat on her bed, frantically attempting to arrange herself into a presentable fashion. Frustrated, she screamed into her pillow as she rolled onto her stomach.

Grr, she thought. Why can't my hair just naturally fall into place?

She pushed herself off the overly comfortable mattress only to fall back as she saw something under her bed. A get-over-Sonic checklist? she mused. Didn't even know I had one of these. Her inner devil smirked. Not that I need it anymore. I'm already over him. Amusedly looking over the somewhat ridiculous suggestions she had made as a twelve-year-old on how to get Sonic out of her head, Amy's eyes flicked over to her watch. Crap, 2:00 already! She only had 15 minutes until her date with (surprise surprise) Shadow the Hedgehog.

Panicked, she sprinted to her bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she brushed her quills into a low ponytail, curling her bangs over her eyes too hastily, leaving them unorganized. After multiple attempts of doing this, she eventually achieved what she considered perfection. Drawing out her dark pink lipstick like a sword from its sheath, she carefully applied it to her mouth. 2:10, and- The doorbell rang. Aww, how sweet! He's early, just like a gentleman. Just unlike … no, she chided herself, don't think about him.

Sprinting down the stairs, she threw open the door with a beautiful smile on her face, which instantly fell off, as she saw who stood, or rather, lurked behind her door.

Sonic.

"You should dress up like that more often," Sonic said, hoping that maybe the … oh, no, not the hammer. Amy, who was still beautiful although furious, was holding a hammer embellished with spikes.

"Please, Ames, you wouldn't want to destroy this body, would you?" Sonic asked, resorting to humor to placate the raging female. This attempt, of course, was completely unsuccessful.

The spikes slowly faded back into the hammer, which was now her normal one again. OK, spikes are gone, that must be a good sign... Sonic visibly relaxed, before flattening himself against the ground to avoid an extremely powerful hammer swing.

Oh god, he thought. That could have been fatal.

"Amy, stop. Can't I just talk to you for a couple minutes?" Sonic begged, not particularly in the mood for Whack-a-Mole/Hedgehog at the moment.

Amy stopped her hammer just before it crashed into her apartment wall. "You have 2 minutes. Go."

Sonic immediately plunged into what he had been planning to say. "Amy, I don't know how to say this to you, but something's not right with Shadow. He's been gone for the past year, and who knows what he's been up to."

"Gee Sonic, I thought that you would have been excited to have your rival back, since you thought he was dead. Celebrate his life, go have a party at Club Rouge or something."

"Who knows what goes on at Club Rouge," Sonic pointed out, shuddering. If Rouge was anything like the type of people at Club Rouge … how was it still open? "My point is," realizing that he had become distracted and had less than thirty seconds to speak, "do you know where Shadow has been ever since he sort-of-but-not-really died? It's been 4 years."

Frustrated and annoyed, Amy snapped back, "Don't you think that he would have told me, Sonic? He was captured by Eggman and held in some sort of suspension. But he escaped, and I'm glad of it," Amy smiled, thinking of how Shadow had at least softened.

Sonic's next words of "What if he's evil?" snapped her out of her reverie.

"No. NO. He's not evil, Sonic!" Amy shouted into the blue hedgehog's face. He's kind, sweet, gentlemanly, and everything that you weren't. You had your chance, and you blew it again and again. Why are you still here?"

Wearily, Sonic replied, "I'm just trying to protect you."

The devil inside Amy laughed, a cruel, bitter laugh. "Physically, Sonic, you protected me. Sure, you saved me from Eggman's robots all the time, but emotionally, you threw me under the bus. You have no idea of how much you hurt me, every time you rejected me, tossed me away. I don't need you to be my savior, or to be a shoulder to cry on. You're not my friend, Sonic, and I'm glad of that."

Sonic shrugged his shoulders, a sign that he was giving up. He walked away from Amy, only pausing to say, "Even if I'm not your friend, Ames, I'm not the enemy either." Briskly, he continued on his path, not stopping when clingy fans, girls and boys alike, jumped at him to gain some sort of memorabilia from him.

Soon after, Shadow came on his motorcycle. He saw Amy staring thoughtfully at the ground, and patiently waited for her to notice him. Amy sighed, looked up, and saw her date smiling amusedly at her. "What are you waiting for?" he called.

Letting a bittersweet smile cross her muzzle, she climbed into the seat behind him, held on to her boyfriend's waist, and tried not to let any thoughts of Sonic the Hedgehog cross her mind.


Ha! I'm alive! I managed to crawl out of my laziness and work on this story. Since I feel motivated, I'll probably finish this story this summer. Please tell me if there are horrifying grammatical issues or any weird spelling.

-SkyFireAngel