I've been planning this chapter out in my head for ages. It's a really hard one to write. I just want everyone to keep in mind that it this is a side of Sonic you haven't seen a lot in this story. I like this chapter because, essentially, it shows you that he is flawed. in my mind the true beauty of his character is not that he's perfect but that he has flaws and temptations like everyone else, but he chooses to overcome them to do the right thing. That's why this chapter was hard to write. It's one of those 'how do I make the reader see what I see' dilemmas.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Please read and review. :)

I don't drink. I don't drink.

I looked at my glass of beer in front of me before taking a swig. This is a bad idea. When Silver offered to bring me here I knew it had to be a bad idea. Yet, I went along with it. Here I was now, drowning my sorrows in numbing, bitter-sweet, tastes like shit alcohol. I winced whenever I had a taste. It really was not my cup of tea but I was already drunk, after half a beer, my judgement was gone.

I looked up and saw the bartenders (wait no, I think it's a bartender, just one of them...or are they twins?) eyeing me worriedly.

"Excuse me, sir," he said with a gentle smile. "Are you okay? I can call a cab for you if you like."

I opened my mouth to speak but Silver jumped in for me. "He takes a lot of blood tests so he has a higher alcohol to blood ratio when he drinks. Don't worry about him."

"Should he really finish that then?"

Silver waved it off. "He's fine, just piss drunk."

That's strange, I don't feel piss- ooooooh! Look, a butterfly! No, never mind, that's just the swirling colors in front of my vision.

I tuned out of Silver's boring conversation. searching the bar I found something far more entertaining. A woman. She was not the kind of girl you'd expect to see in a place like this. She was a classily dressed, slender young chipmunk with flowing auburn curls cascading elegantly down her back. Her sky blue eyes were cast down, looking at a girly drink in her hands. I smiled, watching her gaze travel longingly up and into the distance, as though contemplating one of life's many trivial yet fascinating questions. She didn't look like she'd be much fun but there was always something about damsels in distress that I couldn't turn away from.

I scooted over a few stools, luckily not catching Silver's eye as I did so. The girl took no notice of me. In a moment of drunken daring, I reached out and curled a tendril of reddish-brown hair around my finger. The girl jumped, turning to glare at me. I don't know what she saw that changed her demeanor but suddenly she didn't seem so angry anymore. She seemed more at ease, like I was some long lost childhood friend.

"Hello," she greeted me with a smile and a blush.

I could only muster a smile as I let the tendril of hair around my finger fall, loose, to her side. "You look lovely tonight."

The girl's face flushed an even brighter shade of pink on her cream-colored muzzle. "Why thank you," she chirped. "And you are...?"

"Sonic," I told her, reaching out a hand for her to shake. "Sonic the Hedgehog."

"Sally Acorn," she responded.

She took my hand in a bird grip. I bit my lip, trying and failing to hold back a snicker.

"What's wrong?" She wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"You shake hands like a girl."

She let out a snort. "Oh really?"

I laughed. Somehow her bird grip was really funny to me. It was probably just the beer talking though. Normally I would find bird grips mildly irksome and very distracting. Don't judge me. It's just a strange pet peeve, okay?

"Yes, you should do strong, manly hand shakes," I told her.

Her expression turned to dry amusement. "That's a little sexist there, don't you think?"

"No," I murmured. "No I don't think."

She giggled. "Alright, stupid, then teach me how to handshake."

I made her hold out her hand and slapped our palms together, squeezing her hand firmly in mine. She blushed lightly as I threw in an extra squeeze, just for her. It was nice to feel her hand in mine. I had almost forgotten how soft the touch of a woman could be. Our hands stayed interlocked for a few moments too long. I looked down at our hands before looking up. Sally was staring back at me, blushing like a schoolgirl.

"You're right," she muttered under her breath. "This is better."

Triumph filled me and I finally let go. Sally rubbed the hand that I had touched, looking at it as a tween fangirl might look at a hand Justin Beaver touched.

"So," she started, clearing her throat and leaning against the bar. "Do I know you? You seem kind of familiar."

"Maybe we met in a dream," I chuckled.

I honestly didn't think I had ever seen her before. I think a girl this attractive would leave a lasting impression on me. The only person I think could top Sally was...Amy. Blah, let's not think about her. I was supposed to be happy when I'm mildly drunk, not brooding.

"Oh! I know where I know you from," Sally squealed in delight. "You're Amy's gay friend, the one that brought her the tampons."

I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Gay friend? She told everyone I was her GAY friend? Usually I'd roll my eyes and go 'harder-har-har' but I was intoxicated. Logic didn't apply.

"I'm not gay," I told Sally through gritted teeth.

She shook her head and insisted. "Yes, you are. Amy said so. I believe her more than I-"

That's when I did it. In my stupid head the best way to convince Sally was to do the unthinkable. I kissed her. At first there was an element of shock but then she gave in. It was a nice feeling, having a woman actually give in to me for once. It made me feel in control and powerful. It also made me feel like an asshole. The kiss deepened as I prodded her lips with my tongue. She let me in, no fighting back. I was in charge and she seemed to be loving it. She tasted sweet as my tongue explored her mouth.

The feeling that rushed over me was this small sense of pleasure and accomplishment with a strange sort of detachment. It wasn't that I wasn't into it. It was more of the fact that it meant nothing to me. I could think of a kiss, not so long ago, far more tame than this that meant the world. How was it I could even stand locking lips with another woman when I had Amy on the brain? Oh, that's right, beer.

I pulled away from Sally for breath. She gasped more deeply than me for air.

"You're right," she purred. "You are definitely not gay."

I smiled, not resisting as Sally pressed her lips to mine again. I let the kiss flow for a while until I felt her hesitate. I pulled away to see Sally looking back at me starry eyed.

"Can I ask something crazy?" She wondered.

I smiled. "I like crazy. Shoot."

"Will come home with me?"

I think we all know what that means. Considering my strange situation, I think we all know what my answer was.

What do I say? Is there a protocol for how this is supposed to be done? I stood at Amy's front door. It was 3 am and yet I was still awake. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened hours ago. What did it mean? How did Amy really feel about the whole 'seeing other people' thing? A million questions swirled through my head, giving me the strength to finally knock.

At first there was no sound but the. I heard the grumbling of a tired young woman coming to answer the door. Oh God, she was actually coming. This was actually happening. Why did I do this?

Amy opened the door and glared at me, clearly only half awake. I gulped back my fears and decided to just say it.

"Would you be pissed if I slept with someone else?"

There was no hesitation between what I had said and the fast slap across the far that followed. It didn't hurt, it just surprised me. I turned to see Amy was standing there, now fully awake, with tears stinging her eyes.

"You asshole! How could you?"

I stayed quiet. I didn't really know how to respond to her. Do I tell her the whole story or would that just make her angrier?

"You said we weren't together," I defended. You said we were never together, that nothing that happened between us meant anything to you."

"Yeah, well, I lied," she sobbed wiping tears from her cheeks. "You should try it sometime."

"Lying?"

"Yes," she hissed, "lying. If you could just lie and tell me you felt like none of it mattered to you either we wouldn't be in this mess. If you could lie and not tell me that you went off and just...slept with someone then-"

Woah woah wait! What? "Amy, I didn't-"

"Damn it, Sonic!" She screamed, walking away to her living room, sitting on the couch there. "Why couldn't you just lie?"

"Lie," I muttered. I entered her home and slammed the door behind me. She jumped and turned to me, clearly not expecting my anger. "You want me to lie? Fine, I'll lie for you! I don't hate this! I don't hate this relationship with every fibre of my being! Is that a good enough lie or do you want bigger?"

I could see Amy shiver as I came closer. I was frightening her. This was a side of me she had never seen. She had never seen me truly angry.

"It doesn't hurt every time I see you with another man, or hear about them! It doesn't hurt at all! It absolutely does not make me want to crawl into a corner and give up, on you, on this, on everything!"

"Sonic," Amy whispered.

I was standing in front of her now, looming over her as she sat. Amy began to rise. She reached out a hand to touch me but I flinched away from her. My own hand reached up and swatted hers away gently as my the fire in my chest began to die down. I was still angry but the real feeling underneath it all was starting to show. I felt moisture make my eyes heavy but I refused to let a drop out. Amy looked up at me, not frightened by sympathetic. The fact that she could see deep down when I was like this was truly amazing to me. It was real love. How is it that she didn't see it?

"The worst lie I have ever told," I murmured, "was that I didn't love you. Because I do, Amy."

Amy stood and held my face in her hands. I didn't bother swiping them away this time. My forehead rested against hers as we looked into each other's eyes.

"I love you," I whispered. "And it's driving me crazy."

I felt a pain in my gut, the pain that always showed up when she was about to reject me. It was coming. I knew it was coming. 'Let's just be friends' she'd say. Meanwhile I'd be left to rot with emotion. Nothing could save me from it. I was deeply in love with Amy Rose. It was just a simple fact.

"I love you to," Amy whispered back.

For a second I couldn't register what just happened, then I realized she had said it. She loves me.

"You-" I was cut off before I could say another word.

Her lips were on mine. It was t like the kiss with Sally, it was purely intoxicating. My heart flew. Our kissed deepened as he pain in my gut turned back to fire. Yearning, burning, fire. I needed her now. There was no way around it. My head dipped down as I started to nip at Amy neck. She let out a soft moan as her hands went down, clumsily undoing the buttons of my shirt. I could tell where this was going.

"Amy," I sighed, my hands reached for hers, stopping them. "Are you sure? I don't want this to be like every other time."

Amy shook her head. "It won't be. I'm sure, Sonic."

I felt happier than I had been in a long time just hearing her say that. I smiled at her and planted a kiss on her lips. I felt ready now, for whatever else came our way. Because, Lord knows, trouble always seemed to find us.

She was beautiful. My heart skipped a beat when I woke up to the sight of her beside me. Her hair was tousled and her lips were puffy and pink from my kisses. I kissed her forehead lightly. As I pulled away I watched her eyes flutter open. She smiled at the sight of me too. It felt reassuring that she didn't push me away a d run like the other times. Our lips locked again in peaceful harmony with each other. This was nice. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.

"Sonic," Amy whispered against my lips.

"Mmhmm," I acknowledged her, letting her know I was listening as I started to trail kisses down her throat to her chest.

She giggled lightly as I did but stopped, becoming suddenly solemn. "Was she pretty?"

I looked up, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"The girl," Amy frowned. "Was she pretty?"

My ears perked in one of those 'oh-shit-I-forgot' moments. I hadn't told her what actually happened.

I cleared my throat, answering her question before I explained the rest. "She was...attractive." Amy's ears pinned back. I smiled snuggling closer to her. "But I didn't actually sleep with her."

"What?" Amy looked back at me, shocked.

"She offered to let me come home with her and I said no," I told her.

"But you said-"

"I said 'if.'"

I wondered for a second if Amy was mad at me for the half-truth I had implied last night. She looked at me, bewildered for a second before smiling.

"You get off this time," she giggled.

"Why?"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and came close enough that we were nose-to-nose. "I'm just happy I'm you're one and only."

I chuckled and kissed her lightly.

"If you ever lie to me again," she murmured playfully between kisses, "I will have to skin you alive."

"Same here," I laughed.

That's how it all started. There were no lies and no secrets between us anymore...at least, mostly no secrets.

From what you guys tell me, you've kind of been waiting for this chapter for a long time. Yes, they are together. Spoiler alert, no break ups.

So this all started with Sonic making a really dumb decision and drinking, even though his medical problems would complicate this situation. In the end he did the sort of right thing. He lied to Amy, without actually meaning to lie to her, but he didn't go off with Sally as revenge. He thought about it but he didn't. Yay for Sonic!

Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. For some reason I kind of feel like someone's going to hate me for this update but oh well, this is how the story goes. Some people like, some people don't.

Don't forget to share your thoughts, bad or good, doesn't matter. Thanks for reading.