To: Sophie the cat From: Jenna the fashioncraized feline Subject: Received your call
Hello, hello!
I apologize for the delay in my response, but rest assured I didn't forget about you.
Let me just say that it's going to be very exciting planning a wedding for such a renown superhero…I can't wait to get started!
I was thinking the best date for the wedding would be next Saturday, which is one week from tomorrow. In other words, we would get started on Monday—and okay technically that's six days, but who's counting anyway? If it's by any chance possible, I'd like to meet with the bride and groom tonight, and if not then tomorrow morning will do. Let me know what's convenient.
I think I can already tell that these two make an awesome couple…see you soon!
Jenna
To: Dr. Miller From: Amy Rose Subject: My appointment
Everything is well, thank you.
I really appreciate your reminder, I would've totally forgotten otherwise. I've been keeping up with the medication; I only missed one or two doses. That's okay, right?
Anyway, as for an appointment I guess next Tuesday would be good for me. Do you have any early appointments? Say around eight thirtyish? If it has to be later then that's fine.
See you then,
Amy
To: Amy Rose From: Dr. Miller Subject: Your appointment
Alright then Amy, I'll see you next Tuesday at eight thirty.
Dr. Miller
To: Amy Rose From: Sophie the cat Subject: Sorry for the short notice
I talked to the wedding planner about the show and she's really excited about doing your wedding. Here's the thing: she wants to start Monday; and she was hoping to meet you and Sonic today.
I didn't realize how quickly this would happen…I honestly thought it would take months before I got a call back from these people. I can probably postpone it; if it's too soon for you guys. I didn't know what you wanted to do.
So…what do you want to do?
Sophie
To: Sophie the cat From: Amy Rose Subject: Are you serious?
As in this Monday?
Well…I guess we could…I mean, I don't see why not.
But what will Sonic say?
Amy
To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Amy Rose Subject: Could you
Meet me on my lunch break? There's something I want to talk to you about.
With love,
Amy
To: Amy Rose From: Sonic the hedgehog Subject: Everything alright?
Sure thing Ames, I'll be there.
Catch ya later,
Sonic
To: Knuckles the echidna From: Rouge the bat Subject: Can we talk?
Alright look, I'm suspending our silence vow because I…because you and me need to talk.
Don't get the false impression that I'm the one on my knees crawling back to you; this is not a backstreet boy's music video. I just think we should make a few things…clear.
And if you're nice to me…maybe, just maybe I'll let you back in the old closet space that you call an apartment.
I'm giving you five minutes to get down to the Starbucks on Rockford Ave. Don't keep me waiting.
Rouge
Knuckles' Pov:
"The nerve of that woman! Talking to me like I'm last week's shoes!"
I almost pulled the door off of the coffee shop as I walked in. There may or may not have been fumes coming out of my nose. My mind was so tense I didn't feel I'd be calm enough to order myself a latte. With all the serenity I could muster, I sat down with a thud. I sat there for ten minutes, my glare constantly concentrated at the door.
I was about to get up and storm out of there, when I spotted her land on the sidewalk just outside. And there she was…
As she approached my table I snorted sarcastically, "Did I keep you waiting?" She only smirked as she sat down across from me, "I just love the color of your fur when you're all frustrated. That's such a sexy red."
I scoffed at her sudden tender voice, "Don't try and sweet talk your way into my head. You won't brainwash me with that ever again."
Rouge's dirty smirk only grew, "So you're admitting I tempt you." I had to figure out a way to change the subject, "So, what was it you wanted to make 'clear' to me?" She leans back in the chair, "I'd like to make perfectly clear that if you want one of these keys, you'll have to do a little begging for it."
My glare formed a mean scowl, "Is that so?"
I put a fist on the table but she didn't flinch. She waved to a young waitress to bring her an espresso before turning to face me again, "I wanna hear you say, that you adore the way I tickle your quills…that you lust for the way I sing your name…that you yearn to even dream about brushing my lips with your own."
I didn't even open my eyes to look at her when I replied, "Not a chance in the next several centuries." She thought she was smart when she said back to me, "Oh, but several centuries doesn't mean forever. I'll bet I can win you over before then." The waitress brought her coffee and set it down on the table. Rouge nodded before returning her attention to me once again.
I laughed briefly, "Oh yeah? How?"
"With a little persuasion perhaps." She reached out towards my still outstretched fist. She then began to caress it softly, a rhythmic circular motion with her index finger. My hand seemed to flatten without my brain's permission. I stared down at her hand touching mine, not sure what to do about it. On one hand I wanted to yell at her to stop, while the hand she was petting seemed to like the gentle attention it rarely gets from pounding metal, wood, etc.
My eyelids then tightened into a cringe, and I heard myself mumble something under my breath. "What was that?" she put a hand to hear ear (her free hand).
My voice was barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry." Her hand remains by her ear, "Is that all?" With a sigh I muttered, "I'll make it up to you." Her hand finally rested itself on the table, "Now there, was that so hard?" My glare was enough to answer her. She pinched my cheek in that annoying, grandma kind of way, "Aw…lighten up Knuckie."
In that moment she got up from the table, "I'm glad we had this talk." She flew out quickly, not looking back to wink this time.
Just as I was about to make my own exit, the young waitress handed me a slip of paper. Glancing at it, my fist hit the table. There may or may not have been a slight vibration in the floor.
