"There we go," said Amy, as she placed a book, neatly, in her bookshelf, "That's the last one. Glad that's over with."

She made her way to her neatly made bed and collapsed, sweaty and out of breath. She had just finished the surprising chore of having to clean up her entire room. She couldn't figure out how it came to be that way.

"I just don't get it," she said aloud, "One minute, I'm left my room all nice and clean, just to go to the store, and the next, all my stuff just, magically, appeared all over my floor. No rhyme or reason, just everything, from my dresser to my closet, all over the place."
She sat up and began to worry, "Maybe someone broke into my house. Maybe I should report this to the authorities or something."

Her thoughts of calling the police about the incident were immediately interrupted, when she heard a knocking on her door. It knocked three times and then stopped. Immediately, she jumped off the bed and began making her way to the door.

I wonder who it could be, she thought, as she began walking down the stairs. She was about midway down, when the person knocked three times again.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shouted, as she reached the bottom step. She could sense that the person knocking was beginning to grow impatient.

Some people just don't know how to wait, she thought, as she began to unlock the double locks on her door.

Amy opened the door and blinked with surprise. There was no one there. Whoever was knocking must have left. She poked her head out the door and peered down both ends of the road. There was no sign of anyone there, no one walking away or anything. Whoever it was had vanished in a second. She shrugged her shoulders and began closing the door. Suddenly, she stopped, when a small, white envelope, placed on her welcome mat, caught her eye.

She picked up the small envelope and investigated it. On the front were the words, "To Amy," written, neatly, in a black pen. There was no return address, no signature of any kind. She turned the envelope over to see that it was sealed with a little, red heart-shaped sticker.

Amy brought the envelope in and walked into her kitchen. She sat on the table and opened the letter with a letter opener she had there. She opened it, and pulled out a single sheet of paper. On it was a hand-written letter, addressed to her. She rested her head on her hand and read the letter:

My Beloved Amy Rose,

I write this letter to you from the bottom of my heart. I have concealed my feelings about you for a very long time. However, I am not able to conceal them any longer. I love you, I have always loved you, and I adore everything about you. I was a fool to pretend like my feelings for you don't exist. I need you to understand just how much I really need you in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, from now until forever. I want to meet you, face to face, and share my love to you. Meet me at the Casinopolis Café Lounge, today at 2:00, sharp. Don't worry about where, I'll find you. I'll be counting the minutes until then. I love you

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer

Amy's eyes grew even wider than before. Her heart was beating in her chest so hard that it was beginning to hurt her rib cage. She read the letter again and again, making sure she was sucking it all in. A huge smile came across her face.

All the pieces were coming together: impatient knocking, vanishing in a heartbeat, concealed love, feelings that don't exist; she knew exactly who it was.

Spontaneously, she began screaming with joy and jumping up and down in excitement and happiness. It felt like all of her dreams were coming true.

"IT'S FROM SONIC! IT'S FROM SONIC! I JUST KNOW IT IS!" she shouted, as she began skipping around her kitchen.

After a few moments of excited skipping and jumping, she began darting up the stairs, singing a song out loud:

It doesn't matter, now what happens!

I will never give up the fight!

Long as the voice inside drives me to run and fight

It doesn't matter who is wrong and who is right!

When she reached her room, she dove into her bed and began hugging the life out of her pillow, tears of joy streaming down her face.

"He wrote that letter, I just know he did," she said aloud, "He's the only one who fits all the descriptions and all the signs. He only signed the letter as my 'secret admirer' because he was too shy to put his real name down!"

She released her pillow and laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. She began to imagine Sonic there, at the Casinopolis Café Lounge, with a bouquet of roses in his hands, ready to give himself to her. She began blushing, imagining what it would be like to kiss him, to hold him, to finally hear him say the three words she only dreamed he would say: I love you.

"I knew he loved me," she whispered, as she softly opened her eyes, "I just knew it."

Immediately, she sat up and looked at a digital clock she had on her dresser. The time read 12:30 in green numbers.

"Oh my goodness!" she said, "There's not a lot of time! I need to get ready." Immediately, she hoped off her bed and made her way to her closet.

"It's a shame I just cleaned up my room," she said, as she began fumbling through her clothing, "Because I, now, have to tear it apart again just to figure out what I'm going to wear!"

As she began pulling out different outfits, trying to find the one she wanted to wear, a figure stood on the street in front of the house, watching her. Before she started to undress, the black hedgehog turned away and began walking down the road, heading towards the city.

"Excellent," he said, as he continued to walk down the dirt road, "Everything is going according to plan."