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'Sympathy'
Amy Rose
May 12th, 2006
10:43 a.m.
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"Do you have unruly fizzy hair?" A seductive voice came from the screen when he first woke up from the couch, the television still on from the previous night. He rubbed his eyes as the girl's pink hair suddenly turned from frizzy to fabulous, shining and bright.
This was one of his favorite commercials she starred in, because when she was talking about the shampoo and conditioner, her eyes would sparkle in a way that he loved. He stood up, watching her dance around, her mouth in a big smile, revealing her pearly white teeth. He watched her blow a kiss, before the commercial ended, turning back to the statistics of last night's basketball game between someone or another. Sonic breathed, before getting up, already looking for his favorite pair of running shoes. He picked up the first one by the refrigerator, slamming it down on his foot before searching for the missing one.
He had gotten in late last night thanks to Eggman, and was still a little sore from the battle. Of course, he thought absent mindedly, maybe it would have been easier if Tails would have shown up. The fact that his best friend was missing was not at all suspicious, in fact, he'd been doing it a lot lately since he was still working on his "greatest invention ever"….supposedly. Actually, he'd been doing a lot of missions by himself. He wished he would have asked Amy, but then, he was almost certain she'd say no. Amy didn't really participate in missions anymore, ever since…
Whatever, Sonic didn't like to dwell on the past, it got him all down and stuff. Sonic sighed, before looking to see that his other missing shoe was by the message machine, which blinked in response to four new messages. He pressed it, while slipping his foot inside the shoe. A call from Amy, asking if she wanted to have lunch today at two o' clock, to call her back if he was interested. Note to self, Sonic thought, call Amy back. The second message was from Vanilla, telling Sonic good job with last night's battle. The next one was Vector calling about his CD, which Sonic still hadn't returned in the whole three months he had it. The fourth one though, didn't have a message, it was just blank, so Sonic deleted it immediately.
He reached over to the phone, before dialing Amy's cell phone number, impatiently listening between the rings, before hearing her voice. "Hello?" She asked, her voice perky and preppy, which made Sonic smile. "This is Amy Rose, how may I help you?" Her voice was sweet, so sweet it was almost sickening, like cotton candy. But then again, he always had a thing for sweets.
"Amy, it's me, Sonic." He told her, listening as someone squealed in the background, while Amy yelled at them to shut up. He could practically feel her sunny smile from the other end of the phone. "I'm down with lunch," He confirmed, hearing her giggle. "What did you have in mind?" He asked, half guessing that she wanted to go to some fancy restaurant where she could pay to have the waiters call them boyfriend and girlfriend.
He then heard her sigh, and it was so depressing for a second he wished he was beside her, to cheer her up. "Oh, I don't know," She pondered, and he could hear her soft humming, imagining her finger placed on her lip the way only she did. Sonic listened to the song she was humming, a lullaby known to all mothers and children. "Let's go to Charlie's." She said, which surprised him. Not that Charlie's was a bad option, on the contrary, it was an awesome choice, but it was rowdy and defiantly not a place to have a date.
"Sure." He agreed, listening to her fingers drumming the same tune she had been humming. Amy was probably thinking up another scheme, which made him laugh. "Okay, Amy, what are you planning?" He asked, and hearing a small sound of surprise in response. She didn't have to ask. "I mean, I want to know if I'm going to walk into a trap." He half joked, and listened to her laugh.
"Well you always let yourself fall into one, I would assume you like them by now." She told him, not knowing how close it really was from the truth. Sonic chuckled nervously, and listened to the sound of her popping a mint into her mouth. Probably peppermint. "This isn't a trap, I'm just hungry, and since Cream's off who knows where, I wanted to invite you."
Sonic's ears flattened. "Oh," He said, before immediately noticing how sad it sounded. He straightened up, stuttering. "No, no, I mean, uh, that's cool." He listened to her small pause, and started to smack himself in the forehead muttering how stupid he was. Forget heart on his sleeve, it was on his freaking finger! She agreed, before hanging up, leaving him to wonder what exactly he'd gotten himself into.
He thought of the way she often looked at him, and his knees turned to jelly. He sighed, before getting up and standing by the door, trying to decide whether to run or walk. It was the first time he thought it was just fine to walk. He stood there, knowing anywhere the sound of time stopping so that he could dwell in it a few seconds longer.
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Miles "Tails" Prower
He hated the way they shuffled around him, as he lay in the corner of his bedroom, pressed by the window, feeling the sun heat his back through the glass. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine her still with him, sitting right beside her even though he couldn't see her. He listened as officers collected data, as they took photos of her body, before one of them patted her cold white hands before wrapping her, and at that time, two officers held him at the arms, guarded even though it was obvious he wasn't going to fight.
Two men lifted her away, and he watched her body leave him, making sure that they did nothing to her. He himself was pushed into the back of the car, the seats smelled musty, full of the history of many criminals. Tails shrunk, knowing he was now one of them, that he would be included when people thought of murderers. The officers soon came in, looking back at him before turning up the radio a bit and talking about something. Tails leaned back, before turning his head to the window, looking at the clouds that played overhead.
"Hey, buddy." One of them said after awhile, as he turned his head slowly to look at him. It was a black officer, his eyes were black, his uniform as blue as his lips. "Why'd you have to go bad huh?" He asked, and Tails' ears flattened. He turned his head back to the window, as if he didn't hear him. But he had. Loud and clear.
The whole ride he was silent, even when they put him in a horribly smelly old orange jumpsuit that was too small and revealed his ankles. They pushed him into a musty holding room, where the walls were concrete, like the floor. There was a mattress on the floor, two actually, each with stains on them that Tails couldn't even begin to question. He looked to see that a green echidna lay in the corner, holding a ripped up Bible in her hand, her hazel eyes scamming over the pages. When she caught his gaze, she smiled sweetly, so sweet that it made Tails want to cry.
"Hey," She spoke, low, as if they were discussing secrets. Her hair was messy, and she was awfully cut up, but she was very pretty, even if her face was caked with make-up. She couldn't have been older than him by more than two years, for her face held a childish look to it, he guessed it was because now there was someone to talk to.
Tails made a weak attempt to lift his hand. "Hey." He repeated dully, before going to the bed, and looking at the ceiling. The girl blinked, before going back to her book, starting on a different page than when she left off. He felt bad, like he was responsible for her not being able to finish her story. But he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to fall asleep and stay that way forever.
She flipped a page, a bang falling over her face. "My name's Juliana." She whispered to him, and as he looked, he saw the utter need to speak in her big eyes. He felt bad, he did, but not enough to talk back. He just nodded and buried his face in the mattress, trying to imagine it was the feel of Cream's skin. Juliana merely frowned, and he felt guilt grow. "I'm here because my baby brother was raped by his teacher, and I went insane and killed him." She admitted, though her voice was now slightly angry, but not enough to distract the sadness. She sighed, before looking at him. "What are you in for?"
Tails looked at the pattern on the mattress, tracing it with his fingers. "I'm here because I was stupid enough to fall in love." He said, and he watched as Juliana's face was lit up with a smile, so comforting and loving, like a mother. Tears welled up in his eyes, made a lump in his throat, his heart swell.
"Well," She said, before getting her book, once again starting at a different page. "Welcome to the club." She joked, laughing a bit, before watching him, expecting something, a sign of life, a smile, a chuckle, a nod. All she got, was a silent sob, as Tails buried his head in his arms, crying for everything that had happened, and everything that hadn't.
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Sonic the Hedgehog
She decided to wear high heels today, Sonic thought, as she made her way over to the table, smiling at him. Her hair was in curls, subtle curls that glowed under the light, her red skirt revealing the whole of her legs, her red and white blouse having small frills that sloped her body perfect. Her red lips were shiny with gloss, oh so tempting, looking so soft Sonic wanted to find out if it really was. She smiled in a way that made his heart lift into his throat, choking out the words he knew he should say.
Beside him, men hollered at the football game being shown on the screen. Some men took the time to whistle as she passed by, others barked like dogs as she flipped her hair at their childish behavior. Sonic watched as she slipped inside the booth in front of him, already grabbing for the menu.
He swallowed hard. "Hey Amy." He spoke, and watched as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, before opening the menu and looking to see what she wanted. Her eyes were amazing, the color seeming exquisite, changing all the while as different lights would pass into them. And when she looked at him, he could see himself through her eyes, a hero incapable of doom. He shook his head. "What are you going to get?" He asked, as she smiled, making his hands shake.
"Maybe just a salad." She offered, as he nodded. She sighed, before reaching into her purse and taking out a tube of lip gloss, and he watched it go over her lips, leaving a sparkling trail of color where it went. She looked at him, which made him look away, a small pink tint to his cheeks. She giggled. "Are you blushing?" She asked, amazed. Sonic shook his head.
"No way!" He started. "Why would I be blushing I mean it's just you and me…you know, having lunch together…" He suddenly stopped, figuring it was best. "No, I'm not blushing." He finished, watching as she looked at him, her eyes full of a knowing he hated. He watched as she ordered her food, mainly staying in cautious silence the rest of the meal.
"You know Sonic," She started, before her phone went off, she picked it up, and Sonic saw the cover of her phone, a picture of his face, smiling. It made his heart melt. She looked at it, before turning it off. "Sorry," She said, as she winked at him. "Must have been the wrong number, it was from the Station Square prison." She emphasized, as Sonic let himself smile.
"Yeah," He agreed, smelling the scent of her perfume. "Must be."
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