A/N: To bearvalley3365: Ah, I get it. You know, if you want Noah and Spencer to become famous, the FanFiction website is probably not the place to try. This is a place where people write about characters that are already famous, so OC's would have a REALLY hard time getting broadly popular. You'd be much better off talking to a company that could actually develop the concepts. On this website, you could maybe get a few fanfics about them, and that's all. But if you talk to a real company, the characters could maybe get their own video games or movies or stuff. Much better way to make them well-known, believe me. ^_^"

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic and Co.!

Some people just live in their own little worlds. It can be annoying, but then again, it can cut down on stress. The motorcycle had just run out of gas in a region that was supposedly infamous for Bigfoot sightings, and Rouge would have been nervous about walking to the gas station . . . if she hadn't been buried in a tabloid she had picked up yesterday. How she managed to read it and keep up with Shadow's no-nonsense stride at the same time was a real mystery.

"I'm tempted to just break the sound barrier and leave you behind," remarked Shadow, mostly to himself. "You wouldn't even notice that you were alone, would you?"

"Mmm."

"Besides," continued Shadow annoyedly. "I'd be back in two or three minutes anyway."

"Mm-hmm."

"Pretty much the only reason I'm walking instead of skating is because I was hoping to see Bigfoot. If everyone else around here has seen him, I figured I might as well have a look too."

"Ah."

"Also, I suppose if I left you alone for even two minutes, you'd manage to get yourself kidnapped by the local celebrity."

"Eh, I think I could handle him," said Rouge. Shadow raised an eyebrow—so she had been listening after all!

"Speaking of celebrities," continued Rouge. "This tabloid is freaking me out. I wouldn't want to be a celebrity for all the jewels in Xanadu."

"That's a tall order," said Shadow. "What's so bad about it?"

"Well, you never get any peace. You never get to just go out and take a walk. The minute you step out of doors, people freak out by the dozens."

"True that. No secrets, no privacy, nothing. People searching for you every minute of every day, hoping to get a news story about you."

"And with cameras, trying to get pictures of everything you do," agreed Rouge. "Being a celebrity must really suck."

"Tell me about it," grumbled the tall, hairy creature just behind them.