A/N: I know this is a very usual idea, but it'll be a little different. Okay, so it's like SonAmy, Sonally, Sonamy. Oops, too much said. You at least get the idea, right? The pattern kinda goes on a few times. Dunno how many...
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Miss Inadequate: I won't bash Sally! I like Sally, I just hate the Archie one. I'm referring to the one in SatAM. She won't be left in the dust. I'm actually gonna make her friends with Ames. :) Not in all my stories, but thanks to you, I'll be sure to be nicer to her. You watch my back, I'll watch yours! .
Sonamyfan: I can see why you like this, but I personally think it kinda sucks. See, my sis made this account and I'm two years younger than the appropriate age. So this is really short for me and anyone else!
little pink rose: I'm a little tied up with school, so updates may not be so recent. I'm very glad you like this. Amy is a cool character and I like her. I'm sure glad there are a lot of Sonic fans still out there!
BehindtheShadow: I agree that his is much better than OL, and love writing this. I know it's short, but maybe my stories will be longer when summer vacation is up. Sonamy is one of the most coolest couples and I'm planning on writing a Shadamy, Sonamy story in the future. It's listed in my Profile. School...
AmericanIdiot4lif: Well, here's you update! Yay, 5 reviews!
I stood up off the sofa and walked over to my small, but comfy kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out a slice of cake on a white plate. Preferrably from last night at Tails' party.
It was just a small party celebrating Sonic's 23rd birthday. Not very many people were there, but believe me. The guys did some pretty weird stuff. Next time, I'm taking away the beer. I sat at the dining room table most of the time, talking with Cream.
Now, back on subject. Sonic was lying down on the couch with his arms on the back of his neck. I took a spoon out of one of the kitchen drawers and walked over to him. I set the plate down on the glass table next to him. Then I took a seat down next to him, hands on my lap. I was sorta squeezing my jeans, along with my thighs. Okay, so I was squeezing it tightly, but waiting years for a conversation with the guy you love makes you nervous!
The two of us didn't say anything for a while. I looked down at my lap and then started to say something. Nothing came out but a small cough. I tried again. Sucessfully, I managed to get out my words. "Sonic? What did you want to talk to me about?"
He sat there for a moment. I was going to say something again, but he managed to speak up for himself. "Ames..." he whispered to me. Sonic looked away, but I caught a glimpse of his face. He was blushing a bit. Was it a good kinda blush, or a bad one? I would soon find out.
We sat there, on the couch, and yet another year seemed to pass between us. That only meant that we made no connection with each other. No, I just couldn't take it anymore. Either he talks to me or not. I was getting annoyed.
I stood up off the couch and headed towards the stairs. He stood up and ran after me. "Amy, wait!" he called. I turned around. My hands were on my hips and my foot was tapping. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me deeply in my eyes.
"Amy," he said. I nodded my head slowly. He slowly took his hands off my shoulders. I shook my head. I was off of Mobius and somewhere else. Now I was back. But did I want to be? That, I didn't know. I looked back at him.
Questions ran through my head as I stood there. Did I really want to talk to him? What does he want to talk to me for? Questions such as that. I blinked. Then I looked back at him. Back to reality.
He stared at me with this really confused look. "Amy," he repeated once more. At that moment, I hated my name. I don't know why! Was it because I hated him? No, I couldn't. Could I? "Listen, I wanted totalk to you about US. We aren't like the hedgehog we were almost 8 years ago. We don't talk to each other, and we hardly see each other. Ames, what's goin' on?"
I could tell that he was talking more about me. It was true. I never tried to speak with him and hardly ever see him. At the party, I just stared at the TV and tried my best not to connect with anyone else.The problem with our relationship was ME. I'm different. Amy Rose Hedgehog is not a Sonic fangirl. She's not the perky and happy girl she was eight years ago. She's not even Amy Rose Hedgehog. She is AMY ROSE. Not hedgehog anymore. The other problem was that I couldn't tell him this. At least, not yet.
I finally managed to say more than last time. The only question I asked myself was, Why an I scared to tell Sonic who I am? "I- I just don't know. Sonic, I can't live like this, but I feellike I'm scared to make eye contact with anyone!" This was the point where I started crying. I fell into his arms and hugged him.
He gently rubbed my back and whispered softly in my ear. "Shh... it's alright Amy. It's okay to be scared. Don't worry." Don't worry? I was scared. Scared of him, scared of the outside, Scared of myself. I couldn't stop worrying.
Sonic's been spending an awful lot of time with Sally, but that I really don't mind. Sal and I like to shop. Everytime I go shopping, I spot her and Sonic at the Food Court, talking and laughing. Every single time I ask them, 'Are you guys dating?' Sal and Sonic love each other and I know it. That really doesn't bother me! The thing that bothers me is when they say 'no'.
Iused toSally when I was younger. When I USED TO love Sonic. He and I are just friends! When I ask him at that food court, he never looks at me. He knows he loves me. That's why he's here! That's why he's comforting me! I couldn't belive it took me so long to realize it.
My eyes widened just then. I couldn't love him. No, he's with Sal. Sally Acorn. All Sonic has ever done since she came back was ignore me. That's what got me hating him instead or her. You can now understand why I don't love Sonic anymore. I hated life then.
I pushed him away from me and back up toward the wall. He stood up again and walked towards me. There was nowhere for me to go. He was right there. Only so many inches away from me. I reached for the stairs.
I was too late! He grabbed me the waist. I struggled for him to let me go, but the more i moved, the harder he'd squeeze me. Then, he let go.
My heart was beating so quickly. Like a jackhammer. He inched his face closer to me. I thought he was gonna kiss me, but he stopped. Instead he said, "Amy Rose, I love you."
A/N: Not satisfied with this. Geezes, well what do you think? Okay, so I'm really high in sugar. Not my fault! I just have too many people on my 'To-Kill-List' and stuff. Not KILL, but torture just in case they don't go to the same middle school. So, only 5 more reviews and the next chapter is up.
