Ugh :D sorry I took so long to update. Vacation :D Okay, so here's chapter 7(:
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"So what happened yesterday?" Amy asked Rouge over the phone, stretched on her large bed.
"We just talked." Rouge answered simply; more interested in what color she was going to use to paint her toenails. Amy snorted.
"That's all you ever do! Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk! Don't lie to me Rouge, what really happened yesterday?" Amy pried.
Pause.
"We just talked." Rouge repeated in a bored tone. Amy let out an exaggerated sigh.
"You're impossible. I guess your love life is really boring and that it is of no interest to you or me." Amy pouted before pressing down on the end button with a little to much pressure.
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Knuckles POV
What's wrong with me? It was two in the morning, and the usual sleep that hit me without warning had failed to overpower me. I couldn't help but growl.
When sleep came, I was dead to the world. My one chance to escape the hurting, razor-sharp blades of reality and I was spending it staring at my ceiling.
I knew why though. I knew exactly why.
The beautiful Rouge the bat was fluttering through my mind. Not in an unpleasant way. Maybe that's why I couldn't fall asleep. Sleep made you dream of what it wanted you to dream about. If I slept, no more Rouge.
There were its disadvantages though.
Although I might possibly be falling for Rouge, what were the chances that I would fall flat on my face? Would it be the worst pain imaginable? Or would I laugh about it later and think to myself I can't believe I actually did that? Would it feel like a kick in the gut by a martial arts expert, getting run over by a racecar driving two hundred miles an hour, falling down two thousand flights of stairs, getting cut open while you're still alive then slowly being stitched back together, my fragile heart breaking?
It sounded corny, but the possibilities were endless.
There was also the chance that nothing would go wrong, and I would be the happiest I had ever been in my entire life.
Today definitely was one of the greatest days of my life. An expert at this kind of stuff would have called what happened to me today a failure.
But only for the reason that I have never experienced the dating situation did I consider today a success.
My thoughts had no direction as I thought all of this through. Constant fear one of the more dominant emotions.
What if this actually happened and the reason for failure was me? Come to think about it, the possibility was very likely.
Rouge, beautiful and never single, only by a miracle. Rouge, the woman who had men following her around like a couple of dogs.
And then there was me. By my view, plain. Known for my constant blush. The loner, the single one, the temper flaring weirdo.
And Rouge.
Yes, highly unlikely.
I felt myself sigh.
My favorite things about her: Her emerald eyes and her tinkling laugh. Of course she was beautiful, to me, the most beautiful out of all women in this era.
Just thinking of the comparison people might make between us made me frown.
She shined like a newly polished fire opal… And I was like one of the little pebbles streets were made out of.
Dazzling and average, alluring and repelling, swanky and modest, extraordinary and standard.
Honestly, what was the point? Would I continue badgering myself, would I continue to decimate my self-esteem beyond repair?
Once again I sighed, and my chest heaved in a way that made me want to curl myself up, to make myself smaller, and more unnoticeable than I already was. To erase myself from the edges of this map of hurt that already brought too much attention to myself from the wrong people.
Of course I would.
All I would need was her rejection. The final no. Firm and deliberate.
One more thing I noticed. With these thoughts of said no, why was I already hurting?
Life already seemed bleak without the idea of Rouge somewhere in my life. She could be in the distance. I would act like I didn't care… I would pretend not to notice her. For my own health.
But until this all happened, I couldn't help but be selfish. To be as happy as my body would allow, enjoying the triumph that maybe she had actually accepted me for the time being.
Maybe it could happen... What if life with Rouge went on in the way that I wanted it to? To have my arms around her, and to be able to call her mine…
A tiny, involuntary smiled molded itself onto my face. Then a scowl.
Why fill myself up with the hope? I found my anger ebbing rapidly. I squeezed my eyes shut.
Maybe sleep was the solution to all the hurting. It wouldn't end though. It would ache like an ulcer sitting in my stomach.
My umbrage flared again, only for the reason that I was hurting for no reason. Nothing had happened yet.
And this tough guy façade actually had people fooled?
Fate must love to see me breakdown like this… I felt like a four year old crying because he hadn't gotten his gigantic lollipop…
And Rouge was my gigantic lollipop. I groaned.
Another kick in the gut.
Fate.
I wanted to hit it, to take swipes and punches until I could laugh at its bloody self.
Right then I felt like an idiot because I might as well have been beating up air.
I also felt like an idiot because I was obsessing over nothing. So if Rouge and me didn't work out, I would pick myself right up and continue with my drab life.
One more good kick in
the gut.
I was lying to myself.
And I suddenly felt woozy. My mind felt like it was being lashed at with thin leather whips.
I mustered all the strength I had and shoved the tormenting thoughts out of my mind.
On the bright side, I found myself exhausted.
The sleep I so desperately needed finally took over like a black quilt thrown over my eyes.
Dreamless and pain free.
Whoo! :D chapter 7 complete. I felt like everyone needed to see Knuckles' whole view over this. Tell me what you think.(:
