(A/N: Just to clarify, this story isn't intended to be all 'lovey dovey', it does have romance (hence Sonic and Amy's relationship) but it mainly is about how younger couples are more susceptible to become obsessed with love and their partner. I don't want people to think that this is what a 'normal' relationship acts like, because it has a darker nature than that. So please bear with me through the craziness of Sonic and Amy's relationship. Anyway! The song at the end is Good For You by Selena Gomez, I heard it on the radio and thought it was perfect for this story. Please enjoy!)

Damage Control.

That's what Rouge called it.

Amy had left to perform at a few local cities

in order to direct the negative attention from

my fight with Silver towards something more positive.

So, here I am laying in bed,

back in my house, for the past three days.

Unable to feel anything without her.

I get calls, and text messages, but not being able to physically touch Amy is starting to drive me sturr crazy - but I never showed my irritation when Amy called, or through text messages. I have to be supportive of her career, and I promised her that I would be understanding if she ever had to just pick up and leave off to another performance; but doesn't mean I liked it.

I scanned my eyes around my room, food wrappers were laying lifelessly around me, enwrapped in the navy blue sheets that I laid in. The lights were off, the only source of light was the sunlight - that was blocked by my black curtains, so it wasn't much.

I close my eyes.

BAM!

I open my eyes quickly directing my attention to the person who stood in my doorway. His dark eyes piercing into mine, a smug smirk on his lips, "Bro, you make me sad."

I scoff, pushing myself up from my laying position, "Shut up."

Manic shook his head, crossing his arms as he rested his shoulder on the doorway, "You're whipped."

"I'm not whipped." I retorted.

"You've locked yourself in your room the entire time she has been gone," Manic teased, "but nah, that's the furthest from being whipped."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What do you want." I oozed.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Just came to see if you were still alive."

I rolled my eyes, looking back to my movie (which I honestly was paying no attention too), "I'm fine."

"Have you eaten?" His voice softened an octave.

I cocked a brow, "Yes?"

He nodded his head, as he uncrossed his arms. I expected him to leave, but instead he pulled up a chair that was in a corner, bringing it up besides me and straddling it. He rested his elbows on the back of the chair, then clasped his hands together placing them under his chin as he looked down at me. Taking in a deep breath, "Sonic, I love Amy and everything" (isn't that an understatement?) "she has been part of our family since we were kids, but," his eyes closed, "I don't think you being with her is healthy."

I'm sick of this crap.

I uncovered myself, wrappers flying all over the black carpet beneath my feet, "Get out." I said simply.

Manic turned in the chair to watch me as I walked to the door opening it, "Listen to me Sonic, It's not ju-"

I held up a hand, "Doesn't matter."

"Sonic," He said sternly, "she isn't good for you."

I let my hand dropped from the door handle rubbing a finger under my nose, looking up to the ceiling, as I let out a chuckle, "She isn't good for me? How?"

"Look at yourself..." He then pulled out a magazine from his back pocket, a rolled up magazine - deja vu - and flipping it towards the cover. A picture of me pounding my fists into Silver's face, "Since when do you fight?"

I placed my hands over my face, running them downward as an annoyed groan escapes my throat, "Man, it's not even like that."

Manic scoffed, "Really? Then explain."

I walked over to Manic, snatching the magazine from his grasp. Pointing towards Silver, "This asshole is always trying to get into Amy's pants, and I had to teach him a lesson." I looked at Manic who seemed unamused by my excuse, I rolled my eyes, "Don't say you wouldn't have done the same."

"I wouldn't have."

I groaned, "Fuck off."

Manic shook his head, "What about the partying?"

"I haven't gone to a party." Recently...

"The drugs?"

"I haven't done drugs." Recently...

Manic rubbed his temples, "Sonic lying to me isn't going to help you."

"Okay," I played along, "Who told you I'm doing drugs? That I'm going to parties?"

Manic looked hesitant to tell me, but when he realized that he was going to get nowhere if he didn't give up the name, he cracked, "Sally."

Dumbass.

I let my head fall back as my laughter filled the room, my lungs cringing from the lack of air I was restricting them from, "Sally?" I repeated through my laughs.

Manic nodded, his gaze serious.

I shook my head, then waved a hand passingly, "She's lying."

"How do you know Silver?" He changed the question.

"Through Amy."

He stood up from the chair, his gaze never faltering on me, "Silver is prominently known for doing drugs with anyone who associates with him."

I narrowed my eyes, "Amy is clean."

Manic raised a brow, "So she use to do them?"

"Manic," I started calmly, "I need you to get out of my room," I stepped back motioning towards the door, "before I knock you out."

Manic cocked a brow, his mouth agape; completely dazed. This was the first time I've ever resorted to violence with Manic, no matter how inescapably irritating I found him, I've always kept my composure, but this time wasn't one of them. Shaking his head, he stood up slowly from the chair, letting out a loud sigh as he stood next to me, "I worry about you Sonic."

"Don't."

Then I slammed the door.

xxxx

And then she was back, just like that.

And I could finally breathe again.

When I saw her I had to rub my eyes a few times to make sure it wasn't just a dream, the closer she came the lighter I felt, my body radiating in elation, and then I took her into my arms feeling my body explode with electric shocks that ran through my veins; awaking me from my slumbered curse. She revived me, just with one hug; she made me feel alive again.

When we pulled away, her lips crashed onto mine, making me feel distant from reality; I was in another world when I kissed her, a world all of our own where no one else could ever enter. In this world she was mine, and I never had to share her; but when she pulled away my paradise slowly began to fade as I realized that I would have to let her go again. I would have to share her with others.

I desperately grasped onto one of her slender wrists, "Ames," I moaned, "Please don't go." I wanted to enter our sacred world again, but she refused to come back to my lips, agitating me.

Her jade eyes looked up to me in amusingly, "Sonic, it's just one more performance." She rubbed her nose against me smiling brightly, "You can even watch me!"

I closed my eyes, taking in her natural lavender scent.

How I missed her.

Her scent.

Her eyes.

Her lips.

Everything.

I ran a hand through her silky hair, as she left of giggles at my foolishness; but it didn't bother me. She was here, with me, and that's all that mattered. Even if there was one last show, she would be coming home with me, and from that moment I could keep her all to myself.

I nodded, "Okay."

She wrapped her slender arms around my torso once again, squeezing me gently, "Thank you baby."

I rolled my eyes, "Did I have a choice?"

Her smile widened, "No," her fingers laced with mine, "but I want you to watch me tonight."

I raised a brow, "Why?"

She shrugged playfully tugging at my hand to follow her towards the stage entrance, "I dunno."

I smirked, "Ames."

She hummed innocently, as we began walking towards the stage. She was wearing a scarlet robe that shimmered in the backstage lights, her hair was down in soft waves, and her make up was slightly dramatic, directing any attention instantly to her gorgeous face. Her heels danced lightly against the black tile floor, as we went up the stairs to get to the stage.

There was an army of people waiting for her (security guards mainly), all anticipating her arrival. Rouge was among them, she was decked out in an all leather outfit that pressed tightly against her curvaceous body; her large bust was exposed in the front as the deep neckline stopped at the middle of her stomach. Her arms were also exposed to show off her radiant white fur; she looked really good.

But my attention was instantly taken away from Rouge, completely erasing her from my mind as Amy took off her robe. She was wearing black leather shorts that pressed up against her firm bottom, teasingly showing a little too much leg, and as you followed the curve of her body, you could clearly see the hourglass shape of her hips. She wore a black see-through long-sleeve top, with a black bra underneath, and even though her chest wasn't as big as Rouge's it was big enough for anyone to be memorized by.

Christ.

Amy quickly looked towards me, holding up her hands in defense, "Before you say anything, I promise this is just for the show, and then I'll take it off."

I smiled softly, taking her into my arms and planting a soft kiss on her forehead, "Okay Ames." I don't like the outfit, and don't like the idea of millions of people seeing so much of her, but this was part of the package. This was her job, and to know that she genuinely cared about my approval eased me.

I let her go, and I was directed towards the VIP section of the concert area where most of Amy's celebrity friends were sitting waiting for her performance to start. I was expecting Rouge to come with me - hoping was more like it - but instead she stayed behind saying that she was going to be one of Amy's backup dancers for tonight.

The room was more like a balcony overlooking the stage and you could see the entire length of it from up here. Couches rested all along the length of the room, and in the middle was a table full of ice that changed colors to the soft rhythm of the background music, and lying within the ice was rows of glass wine bottles. The lighting was dimmed, so it was hard to see most of the faces that surrounded me. To another side of the room was a small entry table, filled with Amy's favorite sweets - she probably came up here to party with her friends after every show.

I made my way towards the glass balcony to watch Amy's entrance, but I was caught off guard by a pair of golden eyes. My eyes looked over his face, a black eye, and what seemed like endless stitches around his lips - yet, that didn't stop the smirk that formed on them.

I turned away, I was going to behave myself tonight.

For Amy.

"Hey Blue." Silver called.

Just stay calm, maybe if you ignore him he will leave.

I could hear his footsteps coming closer to me.

Just stay calm.

"Blue," his heavy hand landed on my shoulder, "long time no see."

I shrugged off his touch.

"What's wrong?" He asked innocently.

I scoffed. "Leave me alone."

"Is that how you greet your friends?" He asked offended.

"We aren't friends." I spat.

Silver let out a deep laugh, placing his hand back on my shoulder, "We might as well be."

Suddenly all the lights in the entire stadium dimmed, turning towards the stage, as soft mist began to emit in the front. Silver got closer to me, "She asked me to help her write a song for you."

I turned to him, backing away from him slightly due to his uncomfortable closeness, "She did?" I asked excitedly.

Silver didn't look at me, he kept his gaze forward nodding his head, "Yeah, she did." His arms rested on the balcony edge, his hands clasped together. He wore an all black suit, and he would have faded away into the darkness of the room if it wasn't for his bright eyes that swiftly pierced into mine. He slowly stood, his brow fusing together, his lips in a flat line as his jaw clenched, "Sonic, I am an honest man who recognizes his losses, and his faults." He smoothly slipped his hands into his pants front pockets, "And I have lost Amelia."

I cocked brow, crossing my arms allowing him to have all of my attention.

He then ran a cool hand through his shaggy silver quills, "I want to apologize for my behavior." A loud breath escaped from him, "I must acknowledge your love for each other."

I smiled, as I extended a hand to him. His eyes glared at my hand for a few moments, unsure if I was actually accepting his apology or if I was doing it for the best interest of Amy. And I wasn't quite sure myself why I felt the need to forgive him so quickly, but I guess I just understood his situation. He wanted Amy for himself, and was willing to fight against any man who threatened to take her from him, just as I felt when Scourge came into Amy's life; but there was no chance for me, just like there is no chance for Silver. And the only thing to do now is move on.

Finally his hand clasped mine, I nodded, "I understand man, Amy's something else."

Silver smiled brightly, his white teeth illuminating the room, "She sure is..."

I smiled back just as wide, chuckling softly, "I would have done the same thing."

He rose a brow, cocking his head to the side, "We aren't as different as I imagined then."

I let go of his hand, shaking my head, "When it comes to Amy, I think anyone would have done the same."

Screaming was heard from below us, which captured the attention of both of us. We looked towards the stage to see Amy standing there, one hip to the side as she rested her weight on one leg, her arms above her head wrapped together, and her eyes closed; a smirk on dark red lips.

I'm on my 14 carats

I'm 14 carat

Doing it up like Midas, mhm

Now you say I got a touch

So good, so good

Make you never wanna leave

So don't, so don't

She began to move sensually, running her hands through her long hair, down her chest and around her curves, as she sang softly into the microphone, almost as a whisper that was only intended for our ears only.

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight

Do my hair up real, real nice

And syncopate my skin to your heart beating

'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

Let me show you how proud I am to be yours

Leave this dress a mess on the floor

And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

We were all captivated by her, the crowd was silent as she sang, swaying softly to the rhythm of her words. Holding onto every word that escaped from her. She was our goddess, our queen; and undoubtedly we are her mindless subjects that would oblige to any of her requests no matter how absurd.

I'm on my marquise diamonds

I'm a marquise diamond

Could even make that Tiffany jealous, mhm

You say I give it to you hard

So bad, so bad

Make you never wanna leave

I won't, I won't

I was released from her spell when Silver tapped his elbow against mine, but her voice rang through my body as she continued to sing. "I'm going to sign her."

"What?"

He laughed softly, "It means that I'm going to be her official sponsor. I've already made a name for myself, and signing her onto my record label would open doors for her." I nodded as he continued, "She is famous now, but there are millions of girls like her that have talent. They get a few shows, a few interviews, make a few bucks, but then they burn out." He looked down towards Amy, watching her intently, "I don't want her to burn out." He spoke softly, "She could really take over the industry; I can just feel it. "

"What made you doubt her before?" I asked skeptically.

He responded quickly, "There were others who seemed more prepared than her." But then spoke again before I had a chance to defend Amy, "Amy is still young," He cooed, "She is easily influenced, she has yet to grow a thick backbone," his golden eyes laid back on mine, "but I think with both of our assistance, we can help her rise."

"Both?" I questioned.

He nodded, "You've got guts." He shook his head, "I mean who else would be willing to fight Mobius biggests record producer?"

I smirked, "You had it coming."

"I did." He agreed playfully, but his composure stayed serious as he extended his hand to me, uttering words I would have never expected to hear from him. "Sonic, I want you to be my business partner."

Trust me, I can take you there

Trust me, I can take you there

Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I

I should have told Amy about his offer before I accept, but as I looked at him, as I really looked at him, I realized I wanted this. I wanted the lifestyle. I wanted the thrill. He wore designer suits, extravagant watches, and shoes that cost more than my house, he could discard all of it with ease and replace them effortlessly. He did as he pleased, he could wake up at any hour of the day, he could rule the world with a movement of his finger; he symbolized success.

He symbolized everything I've ever wanted.

And no matter how many times I saved the world, or how many times I risked my life for the safety of others, I was never rewarded; my fame last as long as I continued to save people, but when the threat was neutralized, so was my relevance.

I wanted to be relevant again.

So, I took his hand.