zeldaskeeper, The Writer's Freedom Project, Corrupt TE, IHeartSonAmy, Jacklethekitsune, cheese15624, SherryBlossom, SwedenSpeedway, KnuxandRouge4ever, 01sonamy01, PastaxRocks, Mana the Cat Magician, Mike Prower the Fox, FanFicReaper17, Samantha27: I want to thank Samantha27, FanFicReaper17, and 01sonamy01 for your ideas concerning this chapter...but I didn't use any of them. Now, before you all kill me, I'm not denying them completely, but they just didn't click with me. Sorry. Also, this chapter is a little...different from the others. You'll see. And yes, I did change the summary, as the old one was the definition of bland.
Chasing Words
A sudden gust of wind ruffled the leaves of the tree outside Amy's window, and the girl looked up from her desk hopefully. But no...the rush of air was only natural and not the product of a visit by a certain blue hedgehog's trademark speed.
Darn.
Amy let out her own gust of air as she got up from her desk to study the gentle breeze. It was such a nice day out; not a single cloud graced the lovely blue sky, and the intense heat of summer was starting to give way to crisp, cool autumn. Amy should be out there enjoying it, not cooped up in here, pretty much bored out of her mind. Daytime TV had never been any good, and frankly, Amy just didn't feel up to going to visit Cream right now. At the moment, she just had one desire. But since that had been deprived of her for - had it really been 3 days now? - Amy was left with nothing to do but...write.
It was said that absence made the heart grow fonder, and in a way that was true - being without Sonic for a while made Amy savor the time they did spend together even more. At the very least it made her reflect on all the fun dates and times they'd had, and that certainly helped her write her love letter.
Sighing as yet another light breeze reminded her of her erratic boyfriend, Amy left the view and grabbed her pink jeweled phone, hoping Rouge wasn't on a G.U.N. assignment right now. The girl bounced on her bed lightly as she fell on it, listening to the steady rings on the other end of her phone.
"Hello?" A deep but still feminine voice asked.
"Hey Rouge, it's Amy."
The tone of her voice indicated immediately to the bat that Amy's Sonic situation hadn't been resolved yet. Realizing she could be in for another long talk, Rouge turned off her TV and settled back on the couch, folding her wings around in front of her.
"Hey girl, what's up?" she asked even though she knew full well.
A sigh drifted through the phone. "You haven't seen Sonic, have you?" Amy asked for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Nope, Amy, I haven't. But I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later. He always does, right?"
"Yeah..." Late, she wanted to add. Amy also wanted to suggest Rouge tell her boss to send out some people to search for him, but knew GUN would laugh at the mission of trying to find the erratic hedgehog. Everyone knew Sonic came and went as he pleased. "But Rouge...what could be keeping him this long?"
Now it was Rouge's turn to sigh. "Amy, I'm going to tell you the same thing that I told you yesterday. Sonic's the kind of guy that needs his space. You guys saw each other for four days straight, and Sonic just needs some alone time now. There's nothing unusual about his behavior. Plus it's good for you to miss each other once in a while."
"Rouge I get that," Amy said, frustrated that she was just getting the same careless and unhelpful answer from everyone. "I know he needs his space, and I'll let him have it. I'm just...afraid something might have...happened to him." Amy gnawed at her trembling lip. "I mean, he said it was only going to be a day... and it's been almost three now."
"Well, Amy," Rouge finally said. "If he's not answering his phone and no one else knows where he is, than I really don't know what to tell you except to hold on. I know that's not -"
"Thanks Rouge," the irritated hedgehog spat sarcastically, and tried her hardest not to just hang up on the bat.
"Listen, hun," Rouge said in her most soothing tone, "You need to stop crying over him. At least he warned you that he was going to be leaving, right? And I'm sure when you see him again, he'll be eager to make it up to you. In fact, he's probably off preparing something special for you."
Amy sniffed and hated how easy it was for her to cry. "I know all that, Rouge...I...I just want my Sonic," she said softly, and let her moistened eyes fall back on the three roses and one carnation as well as the picture of them together that decorated her nightstand. Sonic would come back to her sometime...right?
"Just hang in there, Amy. Remember, the hedgie really does care about you. So...what have you been up to in the meantime?" Rouge asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Well...I've been writing him a letter."
So much for that. "Not a nasty one, I hope."
"No, a...love letter." Oh, why was she telling Rouge this?
"A love letter?" the bat was incredulous.
"Yes, he's just been on my mind and I have a lot of time right now," Amy confessed as she drew a circle on her bed with her hand.
"That's good that you're not holding it against him. Well, good luck. But don't worry, he'll show up soon. I'm very sure that he hasn't forgotten about you."
Amy nodded. Rouge was right; Sonic surely hadn't forgotten about her. She just wished he wasn't so erratic. "Thanks for the encouragement."
"Any time, hun."
Amy closed her phone and got up to stretch. Another glance out the window and at the wind just gave her the same longing effect. Her only other refuge would be her desk, and that merely held words of love and Amy couldn't go back to them now. She was very much out of her lovey-dovey mood.
And right then, Amy realized she'd have to come to a decision. She could either take the same passive role that she'd been in the past few days and just wait for Sonic to show up, most likely having the same empty result; or she could take a more active role and start scouring the hills for Sonic like she used to before they were dating.
It was obvious.
After neatly folding up her love letter and sticking it in her dress pocket, Amy set her face like flint and left her house, ready to dust off her innate "Sonic radar".
...xxx...xxx...xxx...xxx...
Oh man oh man oh man oh man...I'm in trouble. And that's an understatement.
So...when exactly are you going to go make up with her?
Eventually...
You know the more you put it off, the more worried she's gonna be, and the more explaining you'll have to do...
I know, okay? Don't think I don't know that!
Well then, what are you waiting for?
I'm not waiting...it's just...Oh man she's going to kill me!
And the longer you wait, the more painful it's gonna be. C'mon now, you know she'll forgive you, especially if you tell her why you've been missing...
I know, but it's the time before she forgives me that I'm worried about...
Oh, how could time have gone so quickly? On the first day, it'd been a simple relaxation day. Sonic had just told Amy he wanted to take a day to just hang, and not that he didn't like spending time with her, but wanted to be alone for a bit. Amy agreed to it, and Sonic was glad that they weren't stifling each other. He figured he should at least go check on Amy, but one thing led to another and then Egghead got involved and Sonic was just lazy after that. The next day, well...it went something like this...
...xxx... Yesterday ...xxx...
The rising sun peeked over the horizon, casting its rays on the sleeping land until they finally danced on the closed eyelids of a dozing hedgehog, who awakened immediately. A gust of wind, two rapidly pumping feet, and 3 seconds later, Sonic was on the summit to watch the sunrise. His and Amy's summit.
Oh, that was right - he'd forgotten to go see the girl yesterday. As his eyes took in the lavender tinted sky, though, an idea suddenly struck him. Amy was probably going to be missing him - so why not come up with some way to make it up to her? Besides burying her in kisses, of course. His first thought was flowers, but that was quickly shrugged off. That was something he did anyway, and Sonic wanted to do more than that. He'd already shown her his special places...so what could he do? Something that would make her squeal in happiness, something that would last a long time, something that she could keep -
The idea hit him so hard that Sonic almost fell backwards. Yes! A love letter!
After grinning and laughing cockily, Sonic rushed of to one of the only stores that was open at this hour to buy a notebook and pen, and then he was off to write the greatest love letter ever written.
Then there was the problem of where exactly he was going to write it. Sonic knew of plenty of romantic places that would inspire him, but then he realized that the greatest love letter ever penned would have to be written in more than one place, so he decided to zip around to different landscapes and write a few sentences here and there.
The field of flowers seemed like a good place to start, so Sonic tucked the notebook under his arm and arrived there in a few seconds, his mind going into overtime and his heart racing at the thought of writing this. He settled into the soft grass, leaning against a rock and straddling the notebook on his knees, and letting the scent of flowers swirl around him.
So.
His eyes scanned all the empty white lines of the paper, feeling only slightly intimidated by them. Soon they'll be full of words of love that will make Amy go crazy.
So...where to start? With her name, of course.
He scrawled Amy's full name at the top of the page, trying to keep his handwriting nice. But Sonic didn't write things all that often, only when he had to sign his name or something. Speaking of that, Sonic put to use his best cursive to scribble down his famous signature at the bottom of the page.
So.
He had Amy's name at the top, and his at the bottom. It was a good start, right? Now all he had to do was fill it in, put some words between them. No sweat.
Poising his pen right on the line on the line below Amy's name, Sonic bit his lip and waited for the words to come forth. This should be easy, right? Surely he should be able to knock this sucker out in a few minutes, tops, and then go deliver it to Amy. Oh, how her face would light up, and she'd hug him and squeal and say how much she loved it...yes, she'd love it to pieces. She would.
It really should be easy. Besides, it was about Amy, only the prettiest, sweetest, most awesome girl in the whole world. Surely there could be no greater subject matter, no greater writer...so how could this not be the greatest love letter ever?
So...he was going to start. Yes. Starting was the only issue. Once he got that first sentence down, the rest would just flow like a waterfall. Surely.
Somehow, Sonic spent the next hour or so just staring at the blank piece of paper, biting his lip, tapping the pen on the paper, trying to think of something poetic. He knew that whatever he wrote, Amy will eat it up, and so he wanted to make it good, but for whatever reason, it was like there was this block in his brain preventing him from finding the right words.
Tucking the notebook underneath his arm, Sonic jetted off to a new location, looking for some sort of inspiration. But feeling the wind whip through his quills and seeing the lovely sights did nothing for him. Sonic had never been a poetic type of guy; his speech wasn't flowery and was littered with slang and shortened words. And as it was, he had never been good at putting his thoughts into words. Much less his thoughts about Amy. And even less to her, in the form of a romantic love letter she'd probably frame. Besides, all this romance and mushiness never came easy to him. Probably because he just wanted to rush right through it.
But it didn't matter. Sonic had decided to do this, and dang it, once he decided something he carried through with it. But still...he was having trouble getting anything down.
Tired of waiting for inspiration to hit him, Sonic sighed, bit the bullet, and started scrawling down whatever words came to mind and exactly what he was thinking:
...xxx...
Amy Rose,
I'm having trouble writing this letter to ya. Why? Well, lemme say that I really don't have all the flowery words that I'm sure you'd love to hear. I mean, I desperately want to pour my heart out to you, but I don't have the words to say all the amazing feelings that bounce around in me whenever I think about you. They're just so thrilling. You make me so happy, Amy, and you're just so...pretty...and I want to say more, but this is all I have. Just know you mean a lot to me and...I want to make you happy, too, with words. I guess I could say that I love you, but that seems so...bland. Now don't get me wrong, every time I said them to you I've meant every one, but saying them in a letter, they seem so understated and overused, and I've always been one to blaze my own trail, Ames. I wish I could tell ya more than this, but you've always seemed to like me for who I am, so that's what I offer you: myself. And that's what I like about you, I can just be who I am around you, and you like that. So thanks for all the good times, Ames, and I can't wait to spend more time with you, you're amazing.
~ Sonic the Hedgehog ~
...xxx...
Ugh.
Not even bothering to reread it, Sonic crumpled the note into a ball and hurled it as far away from him as he could, trying to get it out of his thoughts and vision.
That was, quite simply, the worst love letter ever written.
Sonic brought himself to his feet and zoomed off again, realizing that he'd just spent about a good couple of hours in one place voluntarily. That didn't happen too often.
He was thinking that now, he really should go see Amy and tell her what was up, but Sonic really didn't want to go empty handed. Especially now that he'd wasted so much of the day already on that blasted note that couldn't even consider a love letter.
Hey...you're giving up, blue? You can't do that. You need to write the dang letter.
I know. I just...don't wanna anymore.
Sonic...you know you have to do it now. And just think of how happy Amy will be when she reads it.
Ah...argh! Okay, okay, I'll write it.
Sighing and not believing that this was so hard for him, once again Sonic settled down, not even really noticing where his feet had brought him. He sat at the base of a tree, letting his back quills cut into the bark, and sighed again. It really shouldn't be this hard, but dang it he was going to do this if it killed him. He was going to write a letter...with some juice.
Sonic spent the rest of the day just lazing around, thinking of Amy, and trying to put those thoughts into words somehow. He was able to come up with a few things to say, even though it all sounded so tacky and cliche and cheesy. But Sonic knew that this was the type of thing Amy liked, so he was willing to stretch himself to write it.
It had taken him a whole day - literally, a whole day - to write both letters, and Sonic was shocked to see that the sun was going down when it did. He had planned on delivering the letter to her today...but now he was getting a little anxious of how mad she was going to be when he finally did approach her again. Besides, he wasn't sure how good his second attempt at the best love letter ever written was, and was nervous of how Amy would finally react to it.
So the hedgehog decided to wait one more day to finally see Amy, and hope that she wasn't too upset with him...
...xxx... Present Day ...xxx...
Yeah, looks like tomorrow never comes, huh?
Sonic, you seriously need to stop talking to yourself and go talk to Amy.
Yeah, I'm going, I'm going.
Still, anxiety was dancing through his chest, and his heart clenched when Amy's street and her house came into view. She was going to kill him, wasn't she? Sonic could just picture her reaction when he confessed that he really didn't have a good reason for leaving her, and had only been avoiding her for her reaction...
Still. He was doing this.
Treading carefully, Sonic made his way up to the porch. He clutched the bouquet of pink and yellow lilies closer to him, hoping that they'd be enough to say he was sorry. Sonic's gloved finger hovered above the doorbell for a second, but after one large exhale of nervous energy, Sonic took the plunge.
Ding - dong.
Wait for it...wait for it...
Silence. The hinges of the door remained still, as did the rest of the house. Oh no...was Amy in there crying? Was she not home at all?
"Ames?" Sonic called out. "Ames, ya home? It's Sonic, I'm here, I'm sorry."
Still silence. Was she crying her eyes out in there, and didn't want to talk to him? No, that was unlikely, Amy was either going to crush him in a hug or under her Piko Piko Hammer as soon as she saw him. So that meant she just wasn't home. Well, crap.
Maybe the others knew where she was.
He didn't have any more time to waste, then. His next destination was, of course, Tails. Sonic hadn't seen the fox, either for the three days, but didn't worry about him. He busted into his workshop in no time.
"Hey, lil -"
"Sonic!"
A loud clang echoed through the workshop as Tails threw down his wrench and raced toward the blue hedgehog. "Where have you been?"
Sonic backed up, for Tails was scowling something fierce. "Heh heh, nowhere, I -"
"Sonic, do you know that Amy has been calling me every other hour asking me if I've seen you? Why did you do this to us?" His blue eyes narrowed.
"Look, calm down man, I'm sorry, but...it's not a big deal."
The fox crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Oh, Sonic, what are we going to do with you? "Ugh...look, for the record, I wasn't worried, and that's what I told Amy, that you do stuff like this all the time, but she's just been so impossible to deal with."
Sonic winced. "I know. But I'm planning on making it up to her."
"Well, you just missed her, you know. She was by here not even an hour ago."
His ears perked up. "Really? Did you see where she went?"
"Nope. Only that she was going to go find you, and considering you really could be anywhere, so could she."
Crap.
"Okay Tails, I'm off to find her," Sonic said and raced out the door before he could hear Tails wish him good luck.
So...Amy was out looking for him now. Where would be the first place that she would look? It was impossible to say, but Sonic tried to summon all of his search instincts and look desperately for the color pink all throughout Mobius.
...xxx...xxx...xxx...
So...if I was Sonic, where would I be?
Anywhere, Amy concluded bitterly.
Or nowhere.
Amy frowned as yet another gust of wind played with her quills and ruffled the the flowers at her feet. It was all so romantic, if only she had someone to share it with.
Am I just being selfish? she wondered. Am I just being too needy and clingy? I didn't try to be...I just wanted to spend time with him. I understand if he needs some space, I really do, but...I miss you, Sonic. Please come back to me.
"Sonic!" Amy called into the wind, hoping that maybe it would carry it to his ears, wherever he was at the time. "Sonic, where are you?"
The breeze gave her no reply, no help, no answer, just a light whistling sound in her ears. Amy frowned once again, but gasped as a crumpled up ball of paper suddenly rolled over her boots, carried by the offending wind.
Huh, she thought and bent over to grab it before it got away. I can't believe that someone would think to litter in this beautiful flower garden. Does no one ever think anymore?
Amy clutched the ball of paper in her hand, and started searching for a trash can. Seeing none in sight, the girl glanced back down at it curiously. It didn't look like just trash; the ball wasn't that tightly crumpled, allowing it to flow freely in the wind. In fact, Amy could even see some words written on the side of it in a cobalt blue ink. The color tore at her heart, and she wished that everything didn't remind her of him right now... It's just trash, Amy, she told herself, and yet...she felt oddly compelled to open it.
Feeling a bit odd, like she was opening up someone else's mail, Amy slowly peeled apart the edges of the paper, unfolding and unwrapping the ball of paper. Pulling on the edges of the letter to smooth out some of the wrinkles, Amy started reading some of the words.
WHAT?
Amy blinked. What...this...that was her name at the very top of the paper! Her eyes instantly dropped to the last line...
You have got to be kidding me.
If her eyes didn't deceive her, what Amy held in her hands was a love letter written to her by none other than Sonic himself. How in the world had it happened to arrive at her feet? Carried by the wind?
This is so romantic! Amy couldn't help but think as she found herself grinning. Once she got over her initial spaz, Amy plopped down on the ground and started eagerly digesting every word that he'd written to her.
By the end, she found herself giggling up a storm and clutching the wrinkled paper to her chest as intense happiness ran through her heart. It was so sweet! And to think that he couldn't come up with words for her...that in itself was romantic. But still, what he had written...it was just so...so...cute and so Sonic.
So this is what Sonic had been up to all this time, writing her a love letter! Oh Sonic, you really, really know how to pay your dues! Although the only thing she couldn't understand was why he'd thrown it away, why he'd crumpled it up. Did he not like it?
Well, whatever, Amy was glad that she'd managed to find it. She, herself, loved every word of it. It was just so...Sonic, and Amy loved it, and loved everything about him, his quirkiness, everything.
Amy reread the letter over and over, trying to memorize every word, and instantly forgiving Sonic for avoiding her for a few days.
...xxx...
Really, how many pink things are there in the world? Sonic wondered as he did another scan of the landscape. Another flash of a rose hue caused him to stare for a millisecond... but no, it was just a billboard. Oh Ames, I really hope nothing happened to you...
He let out another sigh, but there was nothing to do but keep looking. He'd checked everywhere, it seemed, everywhere that Amy could go in an hour's radius from Tails' workshop. This really was all his fault, wasn't it? He shouldn't have left her, even for a second. Why, what if Eggman got a hold of her? If that loser bent one quill of hers out of shape, Sonic didn't know what he'd do...
"Amy?" He shouted into the wind. "Amy, where are you?"
Sonic really didn't know how much good that would do, as he was clipping at a pretty good speed, and his words were swallowed up in the air.
"Amy..." he whispered, and felt the desperate, needing plea float behind him. If only she could hear him now.
This must be how she'd always felt, looking everywhere for me, being so worried. Oh Ames...hopefully my new love letter should make it up to you.
Feeling a little heartbroken, Sonic decided to come to a stop. He'd come back to one of "their places", the field of flowers. He glanced down at the posies for a second, and decided that he would just have to go stake out her house tonight and she if she came back home. If not...well, he wouldn't let himself think about that.
Sonic kept staring at the ground, thinking and worrying, when a very familiar sound hit his ears: a light, happy giggle. His ears perked up. Turning instantly toward the direction, hope flooding his heart, Sonic couldn't stop a grin from exploding on his face as his heart leapt out of his chest upon seeing that it did indeed belong to his girl.
"Amy!" Sonic yelled, instantly relived and happier than he'd been since they first started dating. He rushed over to Amy and tackled the poor girl, returning one of her famous crushing hugs. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Sonic! Where -" Amy started, but was cut off by Sonic's lips. The hedgehog had thrown himself on top of her, clutching her desperately like he might have lost her forever, and kissing her deeply, passionately, and quickly. After a good 3 minutes of lip locking, Sonic finally pulled back and studied her face, letting one of his hands carress it. Man, he'd missed her more than he thought he would.
"Amy, I'm so sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean for it to go on for three days. Honestly. I'm never doing that to you again."
"It's okay..." Amy said, holding onto Sonic as well. The hedgehog rolled off of her so she wouldn't be crushed by all of his weight, but still cuddled up right next to Amy, so they were on their sides, their chests almost touching.
Amy stared into his deep green eyes and lifted a hand up to touch his ears and quills, very relieved that he was alright and they were now back together again. "But I was worried about you."
Sonic moved his hands down from her face to traced her quills and neck. "You should never be worried about me."
"I can't help it," Amy said and smiled at him. "But...what have you been up to, anyway?"
Sonic flushed pink. "Uh...I...wrote you a letter."
She giggled. "I know you did."
Sonic frowned. How in the world could she have figured that out? "You do?'
"Yep." Amy removed her hands from around Sonic to pull out the wrinkled love letter out of her dress pocket.
All the blood drained from Sonic's face as he eyed the worst love letter ever written. "What? How did you find that?"
Amy was still giggling. "Well, I was looking everywhere for you, and then all of a sudden, there was this gust of wind, and the letter rolled over my boots."
Sonic blinked. What were the odds of that happening? But jeez...she'd read that? Man, he knew he should have really thrown it away, but it'd left such an awful taste in his mouth that he'd just want to get rid of it as quickly as possible.
"I didn't know that you were a litter bug," Amy teased him.
Sonic blushed. "Uh...I was too lazy to find a trash can."
Amy frowned at him, but she was inwardly glowing that the old Sonic was back. She'd missed him terribly. "Too lazy? Sonic, how many miles did you run today?"
A smile played at his lips. "But I was going where I wanted to."
"Sonic, if you litter..." she said in a mildly threatening tone.
"Yeah, I know, the environment and all that jazz. But anyway...Amy...you weren't supposed to read that." He said, diverting his eyes in embarrassment.
Amy tilted her head and her smile returned. "Why not? I loved it!"
Sonic turned his eyes back to her, amazed. "You liked that? It was awful."
Amy nuzzled into his blushing muzzle. "Of course I did. It was so you, Sonic. It was just really sweet. You know, I don't care about all that flowery stuff. I just want you to be who you are, okay?"
Sonic studied her lovely, smiling face that was so close to his, and her absolute sincerity touched his heart. This girl really, truly loved him for who he was, didn't she. Wow, was he lucky or what? Not able to resist her, Sonic took hold of her face and guided her lips toward his, letting his thanks overflow into a kiss.
When they pulled back, the love evident in the resulting gaze, Sonic wanted to tell Amy that he'd done better and written her another love letter, knowing she'd enjoy this one even more, but he merely kept his arm around the girl and didn't reach for the storage in his back quills just yet.
"Well, Sonic, it's funny," she said and giggled again, "because I wrote you a letter, too."
He blinked. "Really? There's an awful lot of coincidences going on here..." Sonic said, but his heart was pounding as Amy took her arm from around him to reach into her dress pocket. She produced a red and pink envelope with nice swirly stationary. His name was written on the front in girly script and surrounded by hearts. Sonic reached to take it from her, her muzzle now matching his as she giggled yet again.
"I hope you like it," Amy said, her eyes gleaming.
"Thanks, I'm sure that I will," Sonic said, and leaned back a little from her, sticking a gloved finger into the seal of the envelope.
"Wait!" Amy cried, and Sonic's eyes snapped to her.
"What?"
"You're going to read it, now?" she asked, her forest green eyes big.
"Yeah, why not?"
Amy frowned a little, but figured it couldn't hurt. She was a little anxious about what he was going to think of it, since it was a little over mushy, but why wait any longer. "Uh, go ahead, then," she said.
"You sure?" Sonic asked, tilting his head and grinning softly.
"Yeah, go ahead, Sonic."
"Alrighty then." He winked and then turned his attention back to the letter. Within a second he had it opened and his eyes scanned the girly script, and softly smiling at how much care it probably took her to write this. He knew for a fact that he'd enjoy it...
...xxx...
Dear Sonic,
Where can I start?
I could start by saying that ever since I've met you 4 years, 211 days ago, you've captured my heart. There was just something in the way you carried yourself: you were confident, but not so full of yourself that you couldn't stoop to help others out. You had the attitude, yet you cared about everyone...everyone, it seemed, but me. And yet, there was something about you that was so captivating, so mysterious, that I just couldn't help but notice you...that is, whenever you and I crossed paths. Soon after you'd leave me in rush of wind, but you could never ever leave my thoughts or my heart. There was something about you that was just so different, and you captivated me. And you still do, Sonic. More than ever.
I'm not going to dwell on the past, Sonic, because that's over with. And, for the past 37 days, you have made me more happy than I'd ever been in my life. You just pay so much attention to me, make me feel like I'm actually valuable and worth something. You make me feel pretty. So thank you so much for everything you've done for me.
But I didn't write this letter about me, but about you. Because you are just so...cute and funny and nice and sweet and handsome and kind and selfless and witty and...Sonic. You truly are who you are, and you don't care about what others think of you; you just live life.
I love how you give everything of yourself. I love how easy it is for you to beat old Egghead. It's so easy to make you blush (and when you do, you look simply adorable! Though you look cute, anyway). I love to see a blue blur flash by and know you must be having fun running your heart out. I love how you always have something funny to say, even in the worst situations. I love all your jokes.
And your speed...I always know that no matter what happens to me, you'll always come to save me.
I love how you don't let anything bother you for too long and can just shrug it off so easily. Your confidence inspires me. You look so cute in your reclining pose. I love it when you brush my bangs out of my eyes and smile.
When you grin and wink at me, my whole body just melts. Your quills are just so perfect, and I love to run my fingers through them and tease them. Your ears are so cute, too. And you're so strong! When I'm in your arms, I feel safe. I love it when we go really fast, and to see how focused you look. And your eyes...they're so pretty and shiny, and I could stare into them forever.
If I listed everything I loved about you, it'd take me the rest of my life, but Sonic...I really hope to spend it with you.
With all my love,
~Amy Rose~
...xxx...
Wow...
Sonic bashfully moved his eyes up to meet Amy's beaming face, quite sure that he was blushing way more than she was just then. What a letter...
"Amy..." Sonic said softly and brought the girl back into his arms, feeling her nestle into him. But Sonic couldn't let her go anywhere but into his lips. He couldn't help but lead the kiss at first, kissing her with all his love, but soon he felt Amy's lips become stronger, and he let her take over for a minute, fully enjoying the tingles of pleasure all through his body.
"Thanks..." he said once they broke, but feeling that was a bit of an understatement.
"Did you like it?" Amy asked him.
"It was amazing. The best love letter I've ever read."
Amy raised a suspicious eyebrow. "And how many have you read?"
Sonic grinned. "Just one. But that may be all I need to read."
"Well," Amy nuzzled into him again. "I do think there's more where that came from."
Sonic blushed deeper at this, especially when he thought of the implication behind her last line. But whatever, it wasn't time to be thinking about that just yet. Not now, not when he could just hold her and kiss her...speaking of that...
"Hey Sonic?" Amy said, interrupting his wish.
"Yeah?" He said, only slightly annoyed.
"You said you wrote me a letter, but seemed surprised when I already knew about it."
Crap. Now he was going to have to give it to her. Right now. And watch her read it in front of him...
"Yeah...I uh, I didn't like that one too much, so I wrote you another one."
Amy's eyes lit up. She knew it. "So...where is it?"
Sonic smiled and removed his hands from Amy's waist to reach into his back quills, producing a much more modest looking letter than the one she'd given him. "Here ya go."
Amy beamed and took the letter from him, very eager to see what he'd been working on the past few days...
...xxx...
Amy Rose,
You are a rose among thorns. You are my source of joy. You are that extra mile that keeps my feet pumping. You are what makes this world worth saving.
I can just run and run and run, with nothing but thoughts of you fueling me. Your face pops into my head, and I smile. I love to hold you in my arms, not only when I run, but any time at all. Whenever I pick a flower, I picture how your face will light up when I give it to you.
I'd take you over a chili dog, any day.
You always smell much sweeter than roses. When we kiss, all is right in the world. It's so cute when you nuzzle my chest. I like it when you touch my back quills. I love how your bang quills fall in front of your gorgeous eyes. Your giggle is adorable. Your muzzle is really soft, but your lips are even softer, and I could kiss you all day if I didn't have to breathe.
The reason that I tease you is because you're so cute when you're angry. The grass really is jealous because your eyes are more green than it. I love how you always take the time to look extra pretty for me.
But most of all, Amy, I love you, and I love your resilience and strength, and how you never gave up on me, despite that I've been a jerk to you way too many times. And I love how you always look on the bright side no matter what, and will do anything for your friends.
I love you, Amy. Forever.
~ Your Sonic ~
...xxx...
Amy could only get through the first sentence before the happy waterworks turned on, and she read the rest with blurry yet joyous vision. Over and over she turned the words in her mind, letting their sweetness and truth melt her heart with a burning flame of ecstasy.
"Oh Sonic! Thank you!"
The handwriting of the letter may have been sloppy and fast, but that just added to the character of it. And besides, the thoughts behind those words were unmistakable. In fact, re reading through it showed Amy that each little sentence was written in a slightly different script, indicating that Sonic must have thought each of these out.
Sonic. Thinking.
Of her.
It was all so...romantic.
Two big fat tears plopped onto the paper, and Amy clutched the best love letter ever written to her chest to let out the loudest squeal of joy imaginable as Sonic enveloped her in a hug.
"I meant every word, Ames...and then some," Sonic whispered before pulling Amy into his lips.
...xxx...
Ah yes, gotta love love letters. There's just something in the thought of Sonic writing a love letter (and failing because of his impatience and lack of vocabulary) and that Amy would love him anyway just struck me. And I'm sure those of you writers as well as readers can appreciate Sonic's thought process and writer's block. Plus writing the good ones was a lot of fun, as well.
And I know this wasn't really a...date, per se. But this story has sort of become where I can go to write down situations that Sonic and Amy find themselves in once they are dating. I guess it could have been a separate story, but I tried to tie in stuff from the other chapters as well.
Besides...I do think that Sonic would like some alone time at least once in a while, but he'd always come back to Amy because he LOVES her. Either way, I created a bit of suspense in the early part of the chapter, as opposed to the way I've been starting them off. Hope you all liked this chapter, though it was a bit different from the others.