Lightning-Dono: Wow, thanks for the reviews, everyone! Oh, and I just thought I'd address something. The people cry a LOT because...it's something you do in shock sometimes when you're angry. Besides, it's better than Tails pinning Sonic to the ground and getting so pissed he chucks a rock at Sonic's head and kills him. o.o;
Answers to the ReviewsSean – Um...Okay. I don't go by that, so...um...okay? But I'm glad you like it and think it's "hilarious". oO;
Shadow's Dark Angel – Updating! –doesn't want Shadow coming after her- Hey, I'm doing this in the midst of half a billion school projects! xP
RemedyTheThief – Tee-hee, who knows what turns it will take? But I can guarantee that Rouge won't be with Sonic for TOO long...Yes, Sonic is heartless. :( He's one of my favorite characters (Next to Tails), but I thought I'd portray him differently since they've grown up. And Tails stands up to Sonic more! Besides...the fame must be getting to Sonic.
Whinnie – xD Go you! –sticks Sonic inside an empty oyster shell and seals it.-
Inferno-Hero – I'm glad you like this fic! Heh, I have a lot of interests. :P Yaaay for "selective" readers!
sonicfangrl12 – Yeah, he deserves that in THIS story. Personally, I love Sonic. :) Thank you! I'm glad you like the story.
inuhinamoongirl is flattered- Thank you! I'll be writing more...MUCH more...Little do they know that this is going to become more of an adventure than they think.
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I show my heart to you
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Only to have it rejected
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Little did you know
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That was the last chance you had
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A fluffy, hot pink pillow with pale cherry lace lanced off the opposite wall from where Amy sat on her bed, curled up in a fetal position. She was wearing wrinkled, sky blue pajamas that had a pattern of Sonics on them. Along with this ensemble, she was also wearing dark eyeliner, nothing less of a stereotypical goth's, and a black hair band she had scavenged from her attic. Amy felt that if she wore the Sonic pajamas to bed, she would feel better and be on good terms with Sonic. It was all wishful thinking, of course, seeing as the more she looked at them, the angrier she felt about the condition of their friendship.
They had been friends for years, ever since he had managed to save her from a rampaging robot Eggman had managed to unleash on her, just to lure Sonic. Now, whenever she so much as waved at him, his mouth would take on the form of a twisted paperclip and he would move his fingers in the vague position of a wave. Some friend he was.
"Oh well...It's been a whole day. Maybe he's gotten over himself," Amy muttered to herself, slipping slowly out of her large bed and staring at herself in the mirror on the wall. She was an absolute mess. Her eyeliner looked more like she had smeared black ink all over the edges of her eyes and her pajamas seemed awfully large suddenly. "I'm turning into a monster...Just because of him." Amy rushed into the bathroom, simply to tear off her wretched pajamas and put on something that would atleast make her happy.
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Tails found himself punching in Amy's number in his cell phone, angrily jabbing like a lunatic bee trying to sting something. He'd had just about enough of Sonic, and knowing that someone out there was atleast sharing these spiteful feelings made it easier for him to live it down. The dull ringing repeated for a while before he heard someone pick it up.
"Hello?" Came a misty reply from the other end of the line.
"This is Tails, and I called to talk about...you-know-who."
"Tails, is this about Sonic?"
The fox searched his mind for possible outcomes of another person that could be referred to as 'you-know-who' at the moment other than Sonic. "Yes," he breathed. "It is."
He heard a frustrated growl from the other end.
"Call me back," Amy said with a voice that she couldn't seem to keep from shaking. There was a click and the dial tone shot into Tails' eardrums.
Dropping the cell phone, disgruntled, onto a mahogany table that lay before him, strewn with various objects, he sighed.
"Looks like I'll be paying a visit to the mansion."
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In the bathroom, Amy was staring fervently at the phone, as though fearing that it might ring again. She had been crying, and the last thing she needed was for anyone to call and hear a teary voice coming from a successful singer. It was times like this that she longed to unleash her spleen upon something that could feel pain – most preferably the person that caused it.
Like chimes on a windy day, the doorbell rang.
Groaning and hastily wiping away the miscellaneous make-up off with a towel, she pulled herself from the edge of the bathtub and tumbled down the stairs. Everything around her seemed so fake and artificial, like the life behind it wasn't really there. Even the iridescent colors of her newly woven rug that lay in the living room looked plain. Unlocking the front door, she yanked it open to find a Tails that looked like he had undergone more than enough growth spurts. He was now several inches taller than she was and wore a utility belt around his waist. A screwdriver, a pocket of nails, a wrench, and some odds and ends were in it, bulging it out awkwardly.
"Listen, Amy, I really need to talk to you!" Tails whispered urgently, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "And don't close the door in my face," he added quickly as Amy prepared to push the door back into place. "I'll just stand here all day and ring the doorbell until it breaks."
"Right, and I'll be upstairs listening to all the pretty sounds," Amy replied grumpily, welcoming him in with a dispirited gesture of her arm. Tails walked in excitedly and sank into the nearest love seat facing the TV, watching his reflection on the blank screen.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Amy questioned, sitting down next to him.
Tails nervously helped himself to a mint candy sitting in a cute little dish on the coffee table. Fumbling around with it in his hands, he said, "Well, it's Sonic...you know how he's been avoiding us?"
The girl stiffened. "Yeah?"
The wrapped from the mint fell off and Tails popped it into his mouth, playing around with it by moving it from cheek to cheek. "He claims it's just a cover-up for who he really is. I swear, it's like a teddy bear dressing up in armor ten times too big – he keeps thinking that if he shows his true self then everyone will think he's gone soft."
"Is it such a bad thing?" Amy asked quietly, tears returning to her lime-green eyes. "To go soft?"
Tails shrugged indifferently. "My point is that we need to pull him out of that mode."
"But...If he wants to be that way, who's to stop him? No one's stopped him before from being a super hero. Not Eggman, Shadow..." Her voice grew sour. "...Rouge..."
"I don't care! I want my old friend back!" Tails exclaimed, sending the maid working in the kitchen jumping miles into the air. "If we can't get him back, he'll just be a shell!" He paused dramatically. "And I don't want my hero become that."
Amy was beginning to see some point in this. Ever since their argument, she only thought of him as a traitorous brat that did whatever he pleased, but she knew it had to end here. Amy just couldn't let herself be toyed around by someone like this.
"All right! I'll help you!" Amy cried, throwing her arms around Tails, catching him by surprise. "I'm so glad to have a friend like you!"
Talk about mood swings, Tails thought, but despite this, he was happy. I've pulled one person out of their misery. Now I can try and save my friend.
"But you know what the sad thing is?" Amy said. The funny thing was that her voice seemed happier than the words she spoke.
"What?"
"He goes around saving people while he needs the most saving himself. Is that what makes a true hero?"
Tails grinned. "I don't know, but if that's what makes a true hero, I'm sure glad I'm not one." Without delay, he had marched Amy out of her home. "Let's go!"
Amy smiled boldly at him, giving him a playful shove in the shoulder. "Let's do it."