And I've got a lot to say to some of my lovely reviewers!

To reviewer Sally Acorn: First of all, I'd like to say thanks a lot for your insight. I appreciate flamers, too, and yours is one of the few I have (well, half-flamer) (Is that a good thing?). Nope, I can't say the same about Sally. I just don't like her, no matter what you say. And I don't like the Shadamy pairing. Can't stand it. But like you said, my opinion doesn't matter and is just mine. Secondly, I love reality. I'm more of a scientist than a philosopher, if you know what I mean. Thanks for that, and I LOVE spelling and grammar (English is my fave subject). It's my pet peeve when people can't get it right, and it's the first thing I often pester them about. My problem before was using too many Ocs (but that was mostly, NOT IN ALL CASES because of personal likings of characters—don't you feel you just have to get in there and take control of that char's lovelife sometimes?). It was only as I went on my Sonic stint that I started to exclude Ocs. But even now, I couldn't resist one story...I apologize, but I've also got the tendency to rub people's noses in the dirt subconsciously. And sorry, I'm not big for character bashing, either. In fact, I love all Sonic chars and feel bad when people make fun of Big...But I still don't like Sally. BTW, I like you. You're a lot like me, actually. Great minds think alike!

To reviewer N. Harmonik: Wow. You've left me speechless. Uh...I'm not a HUGE Sonamy fan, but it's better than Sally/Sonic I find because the Sonamy really reflects Sonic as a hero. Being this huge hero makes him "unattainable" somehow, and that's what I like about him. When you add Sally, he becomes just like Superman, Batman or any other American hero idol because he's got a girlfriend that's always there for him. With Amy, it just makes Sonic a lot more "attractive" and unique than with Sally. It demonstrates that not all heroes have a girl they theoretically love hanging off their arm even as they fight. (That doesn't mean I've got a crush on Sonic. Get it? Got it? Good.)

To reviewer Eless-the-hedgecat: Nyah, as forementioned, I'm not a HUGE Sonamy fan, I just prefer it to any other pairing with the already-tortured-Sonic. And Shadow couldn't be more right. I'll be a psychologist when I grow up and I can cure us both, K? XD

CHAPTER 2

Here I lie in bed. Clearly shaken by last night's events. What happened? What went on between Amy and I? Something inexplicable, something so amazing, and something very wonderful as neither one of us has ever known. I wanted more.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and glancing out the window at the bright light illuminating the early-risers' faces. Glancing at my clock, I can see that it's much later than when I normally wake up. Three hours later, and almost noon. What time did I hit the sack last night?

As I prepare a quick breakfast of cereal and fruit, I mentally prepare for the new day. What shall the two of us do today? We could go to the beach, walk around Station Square, or just spend the day at someone's house. Maybe so that we don't get carried away, I could invite Tails, but is that really what I want? I've found a large chocolate waterfall, don't I want to be swept down it? Of course! Just not yet.

I finish as quickly as I can and rush to the phone, already late for when I had said I would call her. I wait for her to pick up, hearing the phone's empty ring gets annoying in the swing time. There is no answer after five resounding tones and I start to feel giddy. Is there something wrong? Pick up, Amy, I press outloud. Nothing. Then a high-pitched beep.

"Hello. You have reached Amy Rose. I am either busy or not in right now, but if you leave a message after the beep, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Especially you, Sonic, my sweetheart! Tata!"

I was slightly stunned as the second beep reverberated through my skull, but regained my composure soon after.

"Hey, Amy! Sorry I was so late in reaching you, I woke up a little later than I normally do..." I could feel my cheeks warming up, and I found myself entangling my fingers in the phone cord. I drew them away rapidly, disgusted at myself. "Um, anyway, I was hoping that we could meet up to do something a little later. Maybe we could go to the beach, or just hang out somewhere else. Whatever you want. See ya later!"

I slammed down the phone, utterly embarrassed, and slumped down on the sofa. What the hell was that?

I had sat around the house the whole day, waiting for some sort of a reply from my new-found friend. There was nothing, whatsoever. And from Amy, of all people. She should have been first on the list of people to answer any whim I had. Yet the phone didn't ring at all.

I went to sleep, discouraged that night. I felt cheated absolutely horrible. What could possibly have happened to her? This just wasn't like her. Something told me I should have gone right over to her house and checked on her. But I didn't. What if she had intended to do that? She had been putting on the act all these years, waiting for the fateful day when I would fall into her trap, which I had. Then, had she meant to forget about me and let me rot over a love for her?

Not like Amy Rose.

She would never have done that, to anyone. Though annoying at times, she was a kind-hearted person and would never dream of seriously hurting anyone on purpose. What was the deal with this, then?

And then there was what she had called me: "sweetheart".

Were we that close, now, that she really felt comfortable using pet names on me like that? I liked it actually. I kind of liked the feeling of having someone call me by a mushy name, disgusting as it was. Kind of cute, to go out on a limb. But I didn't feel comfortable returning the verbal affections just yet. Maybe later, but not right now. Right now, I had to rest for tomorrow when I would go to check on my "sweetheart."

I reached Amy's house the next morning, having woken up bright and early to make up for yesterday's folly.

I rang the doorbell and waited for a reply. I folded my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. It seemed like an eternity waiting for just five seconds to pass. I rang the bell again. Maybe I hadn't pressed it correctly the first time. Nothing. I pounded on the white wooden door, making my knuckles sore. You could probably guess the result.

Was she simply not home? Ignoring the fact that she knew it was me? What? Unlike myself, I reached for the knob and turned it. To my surprise, the door opened. I stared blankly as it swung open to reveal the phone knocked off the receiver. The hall table seemed to be in a shambles, and the closet door was left open with an array of shoes as if someone had left in a hurry. I stepped inside, peering into the living room, kitchen, and whatever else was visible from the foyer. The rest of the house seemed to be left in perfect order. Not a pillow was out of place. This wasn't looking good.

"Sonic!"

I whipped around. There stood Tails, looking completely shaken and in a panic.

Hesitantly, and greatly fearing what his reply would be, I asked, "What's wrong?"

I'm such a liar!... One more chapter, I guess. I just couldn't resist this little cliffhanger/dropoff. Sorry, so sorry, I'm really sorry...one more chap...This time I PROMISE.