Indigo-Rose Snapshots

Disclaimer: Not mine…sadness.

Chapter 21: Soul Scribbler

"Thanks Sonic, for volunteering to help me out," Amy said as she and Sonic climbed the stairs to her attic.

The cerulean hedgehog grinned and winked at his girlfriend. "No problem Ames," He replied. "Cleaning by oneself isn't fun for anyone." He paused, unsure if the question he had in mind would offend her. "Uh, not to sound like a bad boyfriend, but why isn't Cream doing this instead of me? Or…to help out as well?"

Amy giggled, thinking Sonic's tripping over his words to be cute, the blush dancing across his muzzle making him adorable. "She's on a date with Tails," She answered, a mischievous twinkle entering her jade eyes. "At least I think it's a date, or an excuse to get away from the oh-so loveable Vector and her mother."

Sonic nodded in understanding, glad that Amy hadn't gotten annoyed with him. He whistled in surprise upon sighting Amy's attic and how much clutter she had up there. "It's a whole new world here," He quipped.

Amy nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." She walked over to a large cardboard box and started sifting through it.

"What's in these boxes?" Sonic asked as he started going through another box.

The cerise hedgehog shrugged. "Eh, old clothes, toys, books, art projects. Typical attic worthy stuff."

Sonic chuckled as he pulled out a faded sky blue shirt and frilly sunset orange skirt. "I remember a certain Rascal wearing these," He teased, trying hard not to double over from laughing at the familiar outfit.

Amy took one look at the outfit, rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh no. Not that outfit!"

"Aw, what's the matter, Ames? Don't like the lack of fashion sense?"

"No, all the memories that come with it!" She replied vehemently. Sonic frowned. He was in a lot of those memories…

Seeing her boyfriend's hurt expression, Amy hastily continued. "I mean, I'm embarrassed by how goofy and fanatic I was back then. Geez, I chased you the way rock stars are chased! Begging for dates and marriage, never letting you have much peace. Thinking back on it, I was annoying!" She tilted her head, studying Sonic. "By the way, why are you dating me?"

Sonic laughed at that. He scooted over and pulled Amy into a hug. "You grew on me, Ames." He began quite simply. "You may have been forward, very forward. But you were honest. You loved me for me, not so much my status and you became a constant in my life, someone I didn't want to let go." He hugged her tighter. "I'm sorry it didn't dawn on me until after you didn't recognize me when I was that werehog. Boy did that sting."

Amy grinned sheepishly, burying her face in Sonic's chest. "I'm sorry! You were just so…big. And really furry."

Sonic smirked wryly. "How about we change the subject?" His gaze fell on a leather bound book, colorful flowers stitched on the cover. "Hello, what do we have here?" He picked up the book, a wicked grin now on his face. "This wouldn't happen to be your diary would it?"

Amy's head shot up from Sonic's chest. She snatched away the book in the next second, hugging it close to her chest and glaring daggers at her boyfriend. Sonic blinked in surprise, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Amy, his Amy had moved so quickly.

"This isn't a diary," Amy said. "But it's still personal." Her eyes narrowed. "Don't even think of using the puppy dog stare."

Sonic deflated. She knew him way too well. "Aw, c'mon Ames, if it's not a diary, why is it so private?"

"It's just poetry," Amy replied. "Really bad, really romantic poetry. Not the kind of stuff you'd want to read."

Her hero shrugged. "If you wrote it, then I'll read it. Romantic or otherwise."

The female hedgehog stared at him skeptically. "Are you sure?" He nodded. "Promise you won't laugh? This is very personal stuff, Sonic. I kinda feel vulnerable when I write, let alone show this stuff, so you'll have to be one hundred percent sure you want to see this."

Sonic's eyes softened and he spoke tenderly. "Amy, I promise I won't laugh. I won't even tell a soul if you don't want me to. I'll just read and be happy that you honored me with being allowed to see your poetry."

Amy kissed him softly before sliding the book into his hands. "This first poem I wrote before we started going out."

"Should've known you wrote about me." Sonic shushed her protest with another kiss before saying. "I'll stop teasing and just read."

"Thank you."

Sonic looked down at the first poem scrawled across the pages in Amy's flowery script.

Soulful jade eyes clouded with irritation

Stare into amused emerald ones.

A thin line is quirked,

A tug of the lips

Jerking them up to the right

Bright jade eyes narrow

Peering intensely into the laughing green

Soft melodic tenor asks,

What has you so irked?

A sweet soprano replies,

Your eyes, I can't see past those

Ice crystal barriers.

Harmonious laughter floats through the atmosphere.

I beg your pardon? Tenor asks.

Eyes are the windows to the soul

The answer begins,

But I can't see into your soul.

There is a shadow, a veil,

A mask over your heart.

There is so much I know about you,

And yet so little.

Tenor maintains his mirth

I could say the same about you.

True, the Soprano voice concedes.

But I'm willing to share, tell you anything about myself.

I want to know more about you,

Your hopes, your dreams

Childhood fantasies.

The Soprano drops into a whisper

Your nightmares.

The amused smile fades into a disapproving frown.

Crystal emerald orbs darken with a protective haze.

A battle ensues;

She tries with valiant effort to remove his mask,

As he tries with equal effort to tighten the strings over his heart.

I'm sorry…but I can't do it

Tenor whispers brokenly.

I can't let down my shields for you,

Be vulnerable.

I don't want to get hurt again.

Who's going to hurt you? Soprano asks Tenor.

Her voice never going an octave higher than his.

Silence rings as her answer.

Maintaining her soft tone she says

I will take my mask off for you.

Please take your mask off for me.

Sonic stared down at the poem, not saying anything for what seemed like an achingly long amount of time to Amy. She fidgeted, not wanting to press her boyfriend for his opinion. She relaxed slightly when she felt his arm come around her shoulder in a comforting embrace.

"Beautiful words," Sonic began. "And clever. Had not you said this was about me, I might not have figured it out." He looked into her eyes. "You wrote this after that talk we had, didn't you? About me not being ready to be in a relationship and open myself up to anyone?"

Amy nodded. "I couldn't help it. I just got an idea and had to write it out."

"Don't worry Amy, I'm not mad." Sonic grinned. "Flattered, but not mad." He moved his gaze back to her book. "Can I read anymore?"

Amy took the book from him and began flipping through the pages. A minute passed before she finally settled on one and placed the book back on Sonic's lap. "Here, read this one."

Sorry! Bad place to stop, I know. Just wanted to see if you guys liked a chapter like this with poetry in it and wanted more. Yes, that poem is mine. Any poem I use will most likely be of my own creation.

One random thing, who thinks it's cute when Sonic does that impressed whistle of his?