A/N: Okay, here we go, my sophomore effort. This time, it's an attempt at a Sonamy fic, taking place a couple of weeks after the events of Sonic's Black Op., Or Operation Blackbeard. And only the Miami group (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy) is in this. Oi (takes a hard hit of his joint), well, here goes nothing!
Oh, yeah. Since I don't know the official ages, here are mine:
Sonic: 21
Knuckles: 21
Amy: 19
Tails: 13
Disclaimer: I own nothing! You hear me?! Nothing!
North Miami Beach, Florida U.S.A. Aventura Mall, parking lot. February 11, 2002. 11:52 A.M.
Sonic's 2003 Yamaha YZF-R6 super bike revved up as he leaned back to do a wheelie before he prepared to do his clean sweep for a close parking. For some odd reason, the police started to get nasty about bikers parking on the sidewalk. It was stupid, he thought. Of course, it was also stupid that motorcycles weren't supposed to be on the interstates, but that wasn't the point.
The reason for his being at the mall: he, Tails, and Knuckles had all reserved copies of Command & Conquer: Generals for their computers (A/N: on a side note, if you even remotely like strategy games, get Generals. That game will kick so much ass.) All three had been salivating over the game for months on end, and had just recently got their computers upgraded for the sole purpose of playing the game on high resolution without slowdown.
Sonic checked his watch. 11:54 A.M. Just six more minutes before the first copies arrived at Electronics Boutique.
During his clean sweep of the third column of parking spaces, a car caught his eye: a red Dodge Neon. Hang on a second; Amy has a red Dodge Neon! He crept closer to read the plates. Sure enough, Amy's personalized Dade County plate was on the back bumper. "What's she doing here—dumb question." Sonic remarked.
Thinking about the girl also made his mind wander to the events that happened a couple of weeks ago, around his 21st birthday… and the kiss they shared before Operation Blackbeard began. Sonic stopped his bike, shaking off the intruding thought. "Write it off!" He said through clenched teeth, emphasizing each word. "It was just one simple, innocent kiss! That's all! End of story! Book closed!" Then if so, why do you keep thinking about it? His inner self seemed to ask him.
Sonic didn't want to think about it anymore; he just came here to get the game. What better way to get something off your mind than to run away? With a sigh, he was about to burnout, when his more practical mind got a hold of him. On the other side of Amy's car was an open parking space. After stewing over the possibility of a chance meeting with the girl for several moments, Sonic made up his mind. "Oh, what the hell. If I'm lucky, I'll be in and out before she realizes I'm here." With that, he eased his bike into the empty parking space, stowing his helmet before he jogged in.
Aventura Mall, Second floor. Electronics Boutique. 11:58 A.M.
Sonic looked nervously at his watch. "Dammit, 12 o'clock! Get here, now!" He hissed at it, as if that would accelerate time. The longer he was here, the more the possibility of meeting Amy rose. There was also a good-sized line at the counter, all waiting for Generals too, and Sonic was fifth in line. He shifted his weight nervously, his gut started to get overactive, and he felt a fart start to work its way out. So now, here he was, jittery, and tight assed from holding in a fart.
Finally, mercifully, the first shipment arrived. Sonic began doing some math in his head, muttering as he went along. "Okay, there are four people in front of me. Chances are, half will use a check or credit card. Add in the X-factor—oh, screw it!" He also felt something solid work its way down his large intestines. Oh, yeah. He'd have to hit the can afterwards, otherwise risk crapping on himself on the ride home.
An excruciatingly long fifteen minutes later, it was Sonic's turn. "Yeah, I have a reserve on three copies of Generals."
The attendant, a male fox who looked like he just entered college, eyed him. "Eh, yeah. Sorry, Sonic. The limit's one per customer."
That irked the blue hedgehog to no end. He seriously contemplated dragging the guy out back, putting him in a burlap bag, and beating him to an inch of his life. But, he managed to suppress his violent tendencies. "Look," he looked at the attendant's nametag. "Chris, it ain't both my fault my roommates are lazy. I even have their preorder receipts here." He said calmly while rummaging through the left pocket of his cargo shorts. "Here!" He tossed them on the counter for the attendant to study. Meanwhile, in his large intestines, Sonic could swear there was more liquid and gas in there than solid.
The attendant looked up. "Okay, I just need to see your driver's license."
Sonic just looked at him. What kind of shit is this?! Fortunately, the colorful question didn't make its way to his voice box. I'm just the guy who saved the planet a handful of times! Not to mention, helped rescue high-ranking U.S. and Russian officials a couple of weeks back! Instead of spouting off, Sonic just flipped his Florida license on the counter. Good thing they prepaid in full, Sonic mused.
"Okay, I have you for two GLA (Global Liberation Army, the terrorists in the game that China and the U.S. have to crush in the game) box covers, and one Chinese cover." The attendant stated, and Sonic nodded the affirmative. "Would you like to buy the official Command & Conquer: Generals strategy guide for only $7.99? Otherwise, it'll cost you $14.99."
"Fine." Sonic almost snapped, and pulled out a twenty. A few moments later, he got his change, grabbed his bag, and was out of the store before the attendant could say, "Have a nice day!"
"Bathroom! Bathroom! Bathroom!" Sonic weaved and strafed through the mall walkers on the way to the bathroom. When he was stuck behind slow walkers he grinded on the railings, much to the intense ire of the mall security guards. The food court was up ahead and with it, the bathrooms. Meanwhile, inside his large intestines, he could feel something try to leak out, the dam starting to break. He made a sharp left into the food court. Seeing a clear path to the restroom in the back, he sprinted into the men's room, took a moment to find an empty and clean stall, got in, turned around, and pulled down his shorts. His sigh of relief seemed to reverberate throughout the men's room. "Y'know, if God's so merciful, why did He create diarrhea?" He mumbled bitterly inside his stall.
After he sat in his stall for a few minutes and wiped, he grabbed his stuff, washed his hands, and exited. He stretched. "Well, now that that's over, and Amy's nowhere to be seen, let me—"
"Sonic!" A certain voice called out.
He sighed, knowing the voice was Amy's. "Well, mission scrubbed." He looked to his right by Che Pasta to see Amy waving at him smiling, wearing a GAP baby-T with a pair of blue jeans, holding a couple of bags from JC Penny's. He weakly waved back, the earlier thought coming back. "Well, might as well get this over with." He sighed. "It'd be rude to just skirt." With hands behind his back, he began the slow walk to start the meeting he dreaded for the past twenty minutes, with Amy meeting him halfway. Upon closer inspection, he saw a third smaller bag. "Hey, what are you do—dumb question." He muttered. "Better yet, what are you shopping for?"
Amy smiled, stowing her bags behind her back. "Oh, this and that." She raised an eyebrow. "So, what brings you here? You're not normally around here, are you?"
What brings me here? My bowels, he answered in his head. Once again, his rational mind took over before his voice box received the answer. "Normally? I'm just here when the need arises."
She grinned knowingly. "And for some odd reason, that need always falls on a Tuesday." From hanging out with the videogame-happy trio of Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles, Tuesday was usually the day new videogames arrived at stores. "So, what game are you guys gonna waste your lives on now?" She tried to look behind his back, but he shifted his position to block her view.
He chuckled. "What makes you think I bought a game?" He asked innocently. "I could've bought a new smoke detector."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." She tried to get behind him, but he kept turning to keep her in front of him. She grinned. "C'mon! Fess up! What'cha buy?" She asked in a playful childish voice.
Eventually, she switched tactics. Dropping her bags, she began giving him ticklish pokes on his unprotected stomach. Sonic yelped in surprise and jumped back, giggling, still stowing the bag behind his back. "Hey, no fair! I—hehehe! Can't de—eeep! Can't defend my—seeeelf!"
Eventually, Amy had backed him against a wall, and began a full-blown tickle attack on his stomach. "Tell me!" She sang out.
"AAAAHAHAHA! Okayokayokay!!" Sonic couldn't take any more, and brought his hands out to grab her tickling hands, as well as the small plastic Electronics Boutique bag bound around his left wrist. "Alright, you win." Sonic said, still giggling. "We got Generals." He slipped the bag off of his wrist, taking out all three boxes and handing them to her.
Amy flipped one over. "Oh, yeah! This is the game you guys were raving over. So, I guess I won't see or hear from you three again for about three months?" She asked, handing the boxes back to him.
Sonic chuckled, putting the boxes back in the bag. "Riiiiiight. Anyways, I gotta get back before Tails and Knuckles go into a panic attack."
"Oh? Where'd you park?"
A small smile crept on his face. "Right next to you."
"Cool! I'll walk with you then. I'm about to go, too."
They walked silently for a few minutes. Finally, Amy spoke up almost at the door. "So, how's your arm?" She asked.
Sonic snapped back into attention. "Huh? Oh." Near the end of Operation Blackbeard, he suffered a gunshot wound in his right arm. The good news is the bullet missed the bone. "It's cool. How about you? I know you were pretty freaked out when we thought we were gonna die on that dropship."
Amy nodded. "I'm fine now."
They were almost out the door, when the mall loudspeaker ran a jeweler store commercial about Valentine's Day and giving that special someone a gift they'd remember. Sonic went numb. He had forgotten all about Valentine's Day. Then, the thoughts about that kiss they shared invaded his mind. Dammit, get out of my mind, he screamed mentally. He would have enough to worry about when Valentines Day arrived.
"Valentine's Day's only three days away." Amy stated, looking at Sonic, who looked a little preoccupied. She frowned. "What's wrong?"
Sonic dismissed his thoughts, resolving to banish them later. "Oh, it's nothing." He knew she wouldn't buy just that. "Just remembered I gotta do laundry, that's all." He lied. He looked around and noticed that their car and bike were right in front of them.
Amy leaned against her car door. "I'm guessing you're off today?" She asked.
Sonic nodded. He held a part time job at the Port Of Miami driving forklifts (A/N: Yeah, driving forklifts are fun.), and along with Knuckles, were also part time bounty hunters. For that, their friends'd often ridicule them as rent-a-cops. As much as they fight amongst each other, it's a wonder how they're able to work together. "Yep. And nothing much going on as far as bounties go; the drug scene has been quiet lately." He smirked. "I guessing someone has to go to work today, huh?" He teased.
Amy returned the smirk. "Wrong! I'm off, too."
He shrugged. "Well, I gotta go. Tails and Knuckles are waiting."
Amy pulled him into a brief hug, rubbing his back a couple of times. "Don't stare at the screen too long." She teased.
Sonic watched her get in her car and pull off. Then, the gravity of everything that transpired hit him. The kiss, Valentine's Day only three days away. Normally, he didn't give a rat's ass about the holiday. Why's this year different? "That damned kiss!" He shouted. "That's why! Why can't it just go away!?" He sighed, calming down. "Okay, maybe if I do something to get my mind off of it, I'll be okay." With that, he mounted his bike and donned his helmet, stowing the bag in the holding net. "Well, I now have 72 hours to disappear." He jokingly muttered before revving up his bike and popping a wheelie through the empty forward parking space and heading back to the pad.
A/N: Well, how's that for a start? Please leave your comments and such in review form, and I'll try to get another chapter up soon. I still don't know how this'll play out. Peace!