SONIC'S POV
I dropped Amy off at her home and we said our goodnights'.
I was still pretty awake and energetic so I didn't have any intentions on driving home yet. I circled the area a few times, wondering what to do or where to go. I stopped my car outside a little ice cream shop and just sat there with the radio softly playing in the background.
Suddenly I heard a little tap on my window and pulled it down to reveal a small hedgehog with dirt on his face, wearing tattered clothes. He was mint green with navy blue eyes that glimmered in the moonlight. He looked about 5 years old and in his small hands was a single, red rose, full of life and color.
"Would you like to buy this rose, sir?" he spoke up with a tiny voice, looking down at his feet out of shyness.
I couldn't help but smile at his cuteness.
"How much lil guy?"
"Only a dollar…"
"A dollar! DOLLAR!" I shout in a joking manner.
"It's okay sir, you don't have to…" he began saying and started to turn away to walk in the opposite direction.
"Hey wait! Come back here!" I said, lightly grabbing his arm. He seemed to have missed the sarcasm in my voice. Being turned down so often, he was probably used to it. Poor thing.
"I was just kidding buddy."
I see the glint of hope light up in his glazed eyes.
"You're buying it, sir?"
"Nope. First you have to have ice cream with me. And don't call me sir! Call me Sonic!" I tell him with a wink and my signature smile.
His eyes widen and his frown grows into a toothy grin.
"Sure!" he exclaims with much enthusiasm.
I hop out of the car and grab his hand and tow him towards the ice cream shop.
"Which flavor would you like?" I ask, looking down at him.
He looks at the flavors, his face pressed against the glass with joy, taking in all the different flavors and colors of the ice cream. I took out my cell and sneakily snapped a pic of him. He was just too adorable.
"Ummm, that one!" he says after testing almost each one.
"Alrighty! Two large, three scoops of cotton-candy ice cream please!" I tell the cashier.
"Cone or cup?" he questions.
I repeat the question to the little guy.
"Cone!" he answers immediately.
"You heard 'em." I tell the cashier with a grin and he nods his head and begins to scoop our treat.
As he does so, I ask my small companion his name.
"Glen." He responds.
"Well, it's nice to meet ya Glen! And nice name." I smile.
"Thank you sir, er I mean Sonic." He replies sheepishly.
I chuckled and asked, "So where do ya live Glen? And what are you doing out here at this time of night selling roses?"
His face falls a slight bit but he responds with as much joy as before and says, "I live south of town."
That's where most of the slums are…
I think to myself. Explained his appearance and how I found him.
"I have to sell roses. So I can make some money…" he drifts off.
Maybe I shouldn't have asked these questions…
"Oh." Was all I managed to respond.
At that moment the cashier came back holding two large cones with 3 scoops of perfect globs of blue ice cream atop of them.
"Would you like sprinkles?" I ask Glen.
"Yeah!"
I take the two cones from the cashier, paying him and hand one to Glen, then scoop a spoon of rainbow sprinkles and sprinkle them on top of both our cones. Both of his tiny hands grasped the humongous looking cone and he enthusiastically and vigorously licked at the ice cream.
We sat down at a table and made small talk as he swung his small legs back and forth and told me about himself.
Once we were both done, we walked back out and stopped in front of my car.
"Now since you had ice cream with me, I will most definitely buy your beautiful rose."
As I said that, a vision of Amy Rose popped up in my mind. Strange.
I pulled out two, hundred dollar notes and handed it to him while he gave me the rose.
He looked confused at first.
"It's only a dollar Sonic, not two dollars."
I began laughing at his little blunder of mistaking the two, hundred dollars for two single ones.
"Look again."
He looked back at the two notes more carefully this time and my grin grew even wider once I saw his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. His mouth hung open as he turned the two notes around and around in his hands, making sure what he was seeing even existed.
"Th-thank y-y-you Sonic.." he managed to stutter out.
"No, thank YOU for having ice cream with me!"
His eyes began to tear up and he suddenly grasped on to my legs for a hug. I immediately picked him up in my arms for a better hug and soothed him.
"Hey, don't cry lil buddy!"
"You're the kindest person I have ever met." He let out between his sobs.
"And you're the sweetest lil guy I've met! Now don't cry." I said, rubbing his back. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled away, rubbing his eyes.
I put him back down and said, "Now run along home and don't let anyone see your money and keep it in your pockets. Don't take it out until you get there and go straight home, got it?"
"Got it! Will I be seeing you again?"
"Of course! I'll come here whenever I need a good pal to have ice cream with." I winked.
"Yay! Thanks again Sonic! Goodnight!"
"G'night Glen!"
With that he ran off with a smile brighter than the sun and headed towards home.
I shook my head slightly with a smile and hopped back in to my car.
I still wasn't tired enough to go home and sat there a couple of minutes, staring at the rose I twirled in my hand. An idea popped up in mind. I looked at the time above the radio and it read 1:00 on the dot. I decided to take my chances and revved the engine to life and drove down to a well- known residence.
I pulled up to the gates and all the lights seemed to be turned out inside the mansion. I drove around to the back and parked my car a little under the trees to conceal it.
I jumped a low brick wall and made my way over to a mini terrace on the side of the crib and began climbing the tree next to it with ease. Once I reached the top and was level with the terrace, I peered inside from where I sat on a branch and tried to make out any movements. A dim light shined through the pure white, silk curtains that softly blew in the Spring breeze.
A soft giggle was heard momentarily and I silently did a fist pump, overjoyed that the person I came to visit was still awake.
"Psst, yo Sal! Sally Acorn!" I whispered loud enough, hopefully.
Silence.
"Sally, can ya hear me? Out on the terrace!"
Soon, there was a soft, "Who's there?"
"Your favorite person in the world." I teased back
I could see her shadowy figure cautiously walk towards the curtains and pull them back steadily.
Once fully coming in to view and seeing me in a tree, she took a huge sigh of relief, placing her hand where her heart lied underneath.
"Sonic, you ass! You scared the crap out of me, what the heck are you doing out here in a tree?" She whispered harsh fully, frustrated.
"Came to see you of course." I say with a playful grin.
"Sonic, let me enlighten you in such a thing known as front doors. Ever heard of 'em? They are usually the main entrance to a house or other building, usually facing a street. Now most sane people that I have ever come across tend to use them. So I advise you next time to try doing so as well." She responds with a smirk at the end.
"Now see, Sal, I'm not like 'most sane people' you've met. I'd much rather prefer the terrace or any other odd entrance." I smirked back as she rolled her eyes playfully in annoyance.
"Now are ya gonna invite me in?"
"Do I have an option?"
"Nah, not really." With that being said, I leapt across the tree to her terrace and landed on my feet with grace, directly in front of her.
Face to face, she stared at me for a few minutes with narrowed eyes until she swiftly turned away on her heels and started walking back into her room. Her sudden move caused her hair to brush gently across my face, causing the aroma of strawberries to invade my nose. I almost swooned from the soft touch of her hair and the aroma taking over afterwards.
Without wasting another moment of not being near her, I immediately trailed behind her like a puppy dog, and watched her as she gently plopped down on her bed, on her stomach, picking up the book she must have been reading before my appearance.
She wore what seemed to be a long, extremely fitting, gray T-shirt/dress, which stopped at her mid thighs, showing all her curves perfectly and revealing her long, toned legs. The red sleeves stopped right at her elbows and on the front was a big, red heart.
Damn. I could feel myself slightly hardening.
Ugh, control yourself!
I plopped down next to her in the same position as she was, on my stomach, but with much less grace and causing the whole bed to shake.
She looked up from her book at me with an expression that read, 'Are you serious?'
I ignored the look and said, "So, that's why you were giggling. I thought you were fantasizing or something… about me to be more precise…" I speak up with devilish smirk on my face.
She remained silent but gave me a death glare.
"Sorry, sorry, that was uncalled for." I say with a sheepish grin.
"Are you always this creepy?" she suddenly asks.
"What?"
"Ya know, going around girls' houses and sneaking up to their windows past midnight, and then making pervish comments once they let you in. If they let you, in that is."
"Mmmmmmmaybeh." I respond, making a creepy expression at the end.
She snorted while playfully pushing me away and saying, "Ew, get away from me you creep!"
"Ooooooh, you just made a wrong move Miss Acorn." I say mischievously smiling.
Her facial expression went from disgusted to concerned in a matter of seconds once she saw how casually I responded while not moving and just staring at her. A few moments of silence passed while just staying like that until I suddenly jumped on her, making her turn over on to her back, and begin tickling every inch of her body I could.
"Oh God! Sonic! SONIC! STOP I-I-T, I'm going to PEEEEEEE!" She squealed, trying to catch her breath while failing at attempting to get a hold of my hands.
"Naaaaw Miss Acorn, this is what you get for calling me a creep!"
"SO-NIC! G-get o-o-ffffff!"
"Say I'm not a creep first!"
"O-okaaaay, y-you're not a frea-kk-king CREEP!" she managed to sputter out between her laughs.
I stopped tickling her, but remained on top of her, her face just inches from mine.
I gazed into the pools of her shimmering blue eyes, wishing to swim in them as deep as I could.
She gazed back at me with a small left over smile on her lips and softly panting from her outburst of giggles.
Before I could bring my face any closer to hers, her cell phone begins ringing next to her, jolting us from our trance.
Dammit. So effin close. I thought looking down from her face.
I got off of her as she reached for her cell phone.
"Sorry, I have to take this. It's Bunnie…" She murmured.
I nodded my head, understanding, wiping away any hint of disappointment.
She walked off on to her terrace and began what seemed like comforting her friend after a break up or something from what I tried to make out. I guess this Bunnie person was having some boy troubles. Meh.
I drove my attention away and begin thinking about what just happened. Me on top of her. Just inches away from her soft, plump lips.
Was I really going to kiss her? Would she have stopped me? Didn't seem like it…
My eyes landed on her bedside table and there was a picture of her and with her, an elderly woman that looked very similar to her. Her mom I guess. Next to it was a navy blue, leather book with a latch on it. On the top right were the initials 'SA' in gold, cursive print.
Was it her diary?
Curiosity was growing inside of me and the urge to take a peek in it was spreading like wildfire. I glanced back at the terrace and saw she was deeply engrossed in her conversation.
Without thinking, I snatched the book and opened it. Skimming through it quickly, I stopped once I caught the sight of my name on one of the pages.
Dear Diary,
What's wrong with me? I'm going crazy. I'm falling for him, and falling hard. But I just MET him! Is it possible to fall for someone miserably when you've known him for only a month? Maybe even less?
But he's just so..so.. I dunno, I can't even find the words! Cause there are too many! He's everything! Sweet, welcoming, caring, friendly, hilarious, protective, EVERYTHING! I can't help but feel so happy around him, like he's the sunshine after every storm, which is practically every hour I'm NOT with him. I see him, and the sun to my life comes out from hiding behind the clouds and shines radiantly. Oh my gosh, just listen to me, I'm going all Shakespeare in this bitch. Sorry. But that's what this is for, pouring my heart out because I will never in a million years be able to say this to him. The one who needs to hear it.
He's the only one there for me. When I'm down and need a shoulder to cry on. He's there.
Today he took me out for some dinner at a popular diner he always goes to every Friday night with a girl named Amy Rose. From what I've been observing, those two are really tight. The dinner was okay, a bit awkward, but it flew by. The fun began when he and I went to catch a flick afterwards. Amy said she was tired, so she left, leaving the two of us together, alone. You can imagine my happiness.
Oh, and who is 'he' you ask? Sonic. Sonic The Hedgehog.
I just hope I'm not interfering with anything….
Love,
Sally A.
My mouth remained ajar throughout the whole entry. It took quite some time for my brain to process what I just read.
Sally Acorn loved me. SALLY. ACORN.
Mindlessly, I closed her diary, not wanting to intrude any more and placed it back on her table the way it was. I seemed to have gotten the answer to my unasked question.
This just made things a thousand times easier for me. I made up mind that instant that I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend and soon. But I had to plan everything with perfection.
How, when, where?
I got up from her bed and began inspecting her room for some ideas. Maybe the stuff she was interested in could help me get an idea. I walked over to her dresser table and just searched around with my eyes for anything helpful. My gaze landed on a wallet-sized picture of her lying there.
In the picture she was resting her chin on her left hand and looking directly at the camera with a dazzling smile. Her long, maroon hair seemed to be blowing from a breeze, cascading parts of her face but exposing just enough to see her perfect features. I stole a glance back at the terrace again, and quickly snatched the photo and tucked it in the inside pocket of my jacket.
Man, am I being a creeper tonight or what? Oh well.
I was about to pick up a photo album I saw lying in the corner until suddenly the soft tone of her voice rung right next to my ears, making me jump a mile.
"Whatcha doin?" she asked casually.
"Uuh, nothing just looking around, if you don't mind…"
"Nah, go ahead."
She went back to her bed and sat down, pulled her legs up to her chest, watching me. It felt odd snooping around her room while she stared at me so I just joined her, stretching out my legs and putting my hands behind my head.
"Well, since there's really nothing to do and I wasn't expecting you…wanna watch a movie or something?" she asked.
"Sure. Whatcha got?"
"Umm, they're mostly chick flicks…" she said while walking over to her movie case, "But I think I might have something decent enough for both of us…"
"It doesn't matter, anything's fine by me."
"Oh! How 'bout Red Riding Hood?"
"Yeah, that's cool."
She popped in the CD and came back to her spot, this time much closer to me. I shifted a bit towards her as well, but not making it so obvious.
X
About an hour into the movie, I suddenly felt weight on my shoulder and heard a soft snore next to me. I looked to my left to find Sally knocked out in deep slumber.
How does one manage to look so beautiful when sleeping? I thought that was only in movies. Well this certainly proves me wrong.
I didn't want to move at all, wish to just continue staring at her and savoring the moment forever. But it must have been uncomfortable for her so I slowly moved inch by inch, lightly holding her head and placing it down on her pillow. I pulled the covers out from beneath and pulled them up to her stomach so she wouldn't get too hot.
I turned off the movie and cut out the lights but before leaving, I turned back next to her and caught a small smile form on her lips. I pulled out the rose Glen gave me, and placed it on the pillow next to her. Brushing her bangs out of her face, I turned around and walked back out to where I entered from and called it a night.
Throughout the whole time I was writing the second half I was thinking, 'This must be killing Sally-Haters and Anti-Sonally peeps.'
I myself actually have a very strong dislike for Sally and Sonally (BLEUGH.) but this scene was necessary for reasons, lol.
So sorry if this was painful to read, teehee.
I actually really don't like my style of writing in this fic. ESPECIALLY in the beginning. It was too rushed and bland but I'm working on that now. Trying my best to add as much as I can to it and stretching it out.
R&R please!
Love,
Venus
P.S. A lot of shizz is about to go down in the future. ;P
