Amy had always admired Sally Acorn- after all, who wouldn't? The princess was a natural born leader, an excellent fighter; she was kind, brave, and so very smart- and she was also beautiful.

Amy had always thought that Sally was beautiful. She also noticed her other friend, Sonic, had thought so, too.

Whenever she had glanced at the two discussing strategies or just shooting the breeze, she had noticed the way the blue blur looked at the ground squirrel princess. The admiration that everyone had for Princess Sally was evident, but she saw something deeper. Amy had seen longing in Sonic's eyes- she saw the want, the need that burned there, strong and low like a smoldering flame.

At first, Amy had tried to ignore that look Sonic had given Sally, and the strange way it made her guts twist into knots. When ignoring it didn't work, she decided to fight it. She tried her hardest to try and break his gaze by forcing herself in between Sally and Sonic. She clung to him, chased him, trying anything she could think of to try and distract him long enough to quell the secret fire that Amy knew burned for Princess Sally.

It all was, of course, unsuccessful. Sonic had always managed to brush her off and escape right into Sally's arms. Failure after failure- her plans only seemed to drive him more and more into the princess's "good graces". It was starting to drive Amy mad.

Just before, she had seen Sonic and Sally together; thinking that they were having one of their rare moments of alone time, Amy had seen them share a quick, albeit tender kiss. She turned right on her heels and ran for home, trying to make it there before her tears overwhelmed her and her shaky legs gave out beneath her.

Amy threw herself down onto her bed with a frustrated sob, hot, angry tears streaming down her face. She grabbed one of the many plush pillows on her bed and hugged it to her as she let out all of her tears.

She cried for what seemed like forever. By the time the tears had stopped flowing, her head and her heart ached. She sat up with a sniff and reached for some tissues on her nightstand to blow her nose with. She wiped at her wet eyes with the back of her gloved hands before laying back down on her bed to stare up at the ceiling.

She didn't understand why she felt this way. She didn't understand it at all. Was she jealous? Jealous of what? Was she jealous of the kiss?

That can't be it, Amy thought with a small sigh, closing her eyes and furrowing her brow. Why would I be jealous of the kiss? Was it because it was with Sonic?

It had been true, at one time, that Amy had chased Sonic on the basis of trying to get him to fall romantically in love with her; however, that was many years ago and Amy was no longer a child fawning over any hardheaded hero. In fact, the more Amy thought about it, the more she realized she only saw Sonic as an older brother type. After all, he had always been kind to her even when she knew she had annoyed him.

Then... Maybe it wasn't a kiss with Sonic I was looking for...

Amy's eyes shot open at the thought. She had never let that thought cross her mind before- it surprised her, but only for a moment. As she ruminated over it, everything slowly started to make sense. She had only felt that awful, gnawing feeling bubble up whenever she saw Sonic and Sally together. It all checked out- the envy, the frustration, the aching loneliness...

I'm jealous of Sonic!

Amy couldn't help but let out a relieved, elated laugh, bringing her hands up to her mouth as she let a surge of relief wash over her.

"Oh, thank Chaos!" She chuckled to herself, shaking her head and sighing. She finally had an answer to the question that had been plaguing her for so long. Her joy, however, was soon cut short by another, more troubling realization. "Oh... Oh, Chaos...!" She clasped her hands tighter over her mouth, a pit of dread forming in her stomach.

But that means I... I want to kiss Sally...!