A/N: Hey there Sonic fans. This is my first time touching this franchise so here's how this is going to go. It's going to be based around Taylor Swift's song, You Belong With Me, but it's not going to be like, super strict to the lyrics. I may interlace them but this is going to be a story based on the visuals of the song, and how I think they'd be thinking or saying as if it was real life, not a song put into story format. Let me know what you think, and I don't own the song. I know it's not as popular, but I like Sonally better than Sonamy, at least before when things took a downhill from that infamous Archie comics slap. They just have a more properly built up chemistry than compared to Sonamy in the overall sense since Sonic just runs away from her. Anyway, back to story notes, The characters are also going to be human as well but you can make them animals if that's more to your imagination. Warning, has some very T language.
Looking across through my window and into my neighbor's I was watching my crush. Maurice 'Sonic' Hedge was talking to his girlfriend over the phone, and he look upset, likely in another argument with a selfish girl I hate. Amy Rose. He's dating the most popular girl, and one would think that the fastest football player and the most beautiful cheerleader would have no problems, being the ultimate power couple, but I was witness to this arguing every night in the third year of their relationship. It was okay the first couple of years but it's been a rotting tree ready to eventually fall off a cliff and into the sea, and the cliff was crumbling more and more with each passing day.
Sonic is my childhood friend, and ultimately my crush. He was good looking, but where everyone else finds handsome, I more find cute, like I still see him as the cute boy I grew up with all my life, just all grown up. He wore a green shirt along with blue and white checkered boxers. His hair was dyed blue because, oddly enough, it was an expression of his freedom. It was also very short, presumably feeling what a hedgehog might feel like. I was previously reading a book, the title I've forgotten funnily enough, because for one, I'm infatuated with him as I said, and two, I'm concerned for him.
His girlfriend takes advantage of him, expecting him to give his whole world to her and never give him any of hers in return. Just the privilege of being her girlfriend and body. I don't know which one is more offensive to her so I'm just going to combine the two. Slutty whore. How can she be the most popular when she has the personality of a cactus? Doesn't anyone see that the nice persona she puts on is only skin deep?
Oh, he hung up. Oh my gosh he's looking over at me again! God damn it why can't our windows open up and you jump into my room?! Looking around, I saw an art sketchbook and started scribbling in it. I showed him two words. 'You Okay?' Grabbing his own sketchpad, since we have our own private means of conversation, he replied, with a visual chuckle,
'Tired of Drama' Oh, I can so relate to that. Just seeing my Sonic having to please a douche of a girlfriend who's never entirely satisfied with his efforts breaks my heart. I write back,
'Sorry :_(' He then looked confused. So he wrote back,
'Why the face?'
'Never mind' Putting my sketch pad down. I was mulling over my next choice of words. I...I need to tell him. Show that Amy's wrong for her. Of all the interactions I've seen them together she's never said I love you. Writing those choice three words down, I show them to the window, but his curtains were closed. Damn it, he's gone to sleep, or at least preparing to since the light was still on. I sighed in frustration, blowing some of my red hair from my face. Going over to my vanity, I looked at myself. Sally Acorn, the nerd of Green Hill High. I was wearing my hair in a bun but some strands escaped. I wore my Junior Jewels t-shirt and pajama pants which were dark blue and had thin white stripes checkering it. Why was I unpopular? Because I wasn't rich, and I don't adhere to all that beautiful stuff girls obsess over like make up and the perfect skin or hair or clothing style. It's just bullshit. So the only thing going for me is my intelligence but you all know how that's turning out.
Putting on some music, I danced to myself while occasionally changing wardrobe. I was a pink hippy, an emo with none of the make up, the more traditionally looking nerd which I was labeled, and eventually just some random clothes with my hair in a tilted ponytail on the side. I even shrugged to myself why I chose this. The only constant was my black rimmed plastic glasses, thankfully not the kind that would make me look even more like a dork. Putting on my pajama clothes again, I compared myself to how Amy normally looks. She wears skimpy shirts and outrageously short short skirts while I wear simple t-shirts and jeans. In another scenario, she's the cheer captain while I'm a nobody band member. Oh Sonic, why can't you just wake and see that I've been here fore you the whole time? I've been there for you all along and why can't you see? Little did I know at the time, Sonic opened his curtain to watch me dance this presumably dorky dance I was having to myself while singing into my hairbrush, and he laughed. He closed his curtains as I fell onto my bed. Oh Sonic, can't you see?
You belong with me.
Thanks for reading.