Ok, if I'm lucky I'll have this chapter up not long after the last, if not, sorry

Manic's mouth hung open in shock, his best friend, someone he hadn't seen in years, was standing right in front of him, a glowing, ear to ear grin spread across his face.

"What? I got something on my face," Kicks playfully said.

Manic's shock turned to joy in an instant, "Kicks!" he said, launching himself at his friend, and pulling him into a rib cracking hug. Kicks laughed, hugging his friend as tightly as he could.

"K-kicks, w-why, how, when-"Manic stuttered, pulling away from Kicks.

"My parents let me move back here," Kicks said smiling, "I'm turning 18 soon, so they let me come back on my own."

Manic's smile widened, "That's great!" he squeezed him once again; "I'm so glad your back!"

Kick's smiled, though it faltered a bit. He tapped Manic's side, "Manic, can't breathe."

Manic let out a small laugh, then released his childhood friend. "Sorry, got a little carried away," he said, scratching the back of his head, a cute little smile on his lips.

Kick's smiled, "Well," he began, his smile turning mischievous, "I get to do this!" faster than Manic could think, he picked him up and squeezed him and shook him around a bit. Manic just smiled and laughed. He missed all the funny things his friend used to do.

Kicks put Manic down and laughed with him for a second. Though, as quick as it had appeared, his smile faded and was replaced by a frown, "You've been crying, I can tell," he said, crossing his arms.

In an instant, the joy and happiness that filled him was shattered, and was replaced with the sadness and anxiety of what he had done less than two hours ago. He looked up at his friend again, "Kicks I-I just, I-I," tears had filled his eyes once again and he let out a soft sob. He felt arms wrap around him, "Come here, "He heard Kicks mutter, pulling him into his chest. Manic buried his face into the crook of his neck and wrapped his arms around him, sobbing into his neck.

"Shh, shh, its ok, I've got you, its ok." He continued to mummer into his ear.

Manic got his sobs under control as quickly as he could. He looked up at Kicks, tears still running down his face, "K-Kicks, I did- I did something awful."

Kicks continued to hug Manic and said, "Calm down." He moved Manic and looked at him, "Tell me what happened, if there's anything I can do, I will, no question."

Manic looked at him, and gave a teary smile. That was one of the things he had missed most about this hedgehog. He would do anything for him, and he would do the same for him as well. He was kind, understanding, he didn't judge people, even if he just met them he wouldn't judge them. He had been there for Manic his whole life, he could tell him anything and he would trust him with anything and everything.

Manic took a shaky breath and pulled away from and took his hand, and moved over to the bench and sat down. He took yet another shaky breath and looked up at him. Kicks was giving him a smile, "Don't worry, take your time, and if you don't want to talk about it that's fine, I understand."

Manic nodded, and sighed, "I-I need to talk to- to someone, to you." Manic gulped and then the dam inside him burst and he told Kicks everything, all of the things that had happened, up until that morning. When he got up to that morning he stopped and looked up at Kicks. Kicks was still was still looking at him; when their eyes met Kicks smiled lightly, "You still love him."

He didn't phrase it like a question, but Manic still nodded, "It's even harder to hide it now. I keep dreaming about him, when I'm not near him my stomach turns inside out and I can't even stop thinking about him for one second, and when I'm in the same room with him, I can't stop staring at him, and I can barely keep myself from telling him how I feel; telling him how much I love him."

Manic stomach was doing backflips as he continued to speak, "Kicks, this- this morning I-I," he couldn't even continue because he felt like he was choking on the words, but he didn't have to, he heard Kicks take in a sharp breath. He looked up at him, his eyes had gotten slightly wider, "You, you told him," Kicks questioned.

Manic shook his head and couldn't stop himself from sobbing; he leaned onto Kicks, who immediately wrapped his arms around him. Manic, still sobbing, continued to speak, "K-Kicks, I- I k-kissed him, I kissed him out of nowhere."

"What did he do?" Kicks asked softly.

Manic shook his head, "I-I don't know, after I did it I ran, I wasn't even looking, I just ran." He lifted his head and wiped his tears away and he let out a small laugh, "It's funny, I've fantasized about telling Sonic how I feel a million times, and not once did I ever imagine I'd kiss and run."

Kicks smiled softly and let out a light laugh. Kicks' face turned more serious, "Well, when you go back Sonics going to have a lot of questions." Manic paled beneath his fur. What was he going to say?

"What are you going to say?" Kicks echoed the question he was thinking.

"I-I," he started. Then, shaking his head, he sighed. "I guess I'll tell him. I already kissed him, he'll want to know why, and I guess there's no point in lying; what could I tell him to explain why I kissed him other than the truth."

Kicks put his hand on Manic's shoulder, and squeezed it reassuringly, "Well, when you want to go back, I'll go with you, If you want."

Manic smiled, "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime, "he replied."

Manic took a breath and stood up, "Well, I guess now is as good a time as any," he said turning to Kicks.

Kicks nodded, and stood up, following Manic back towards his house. As they were walking manic realized something, "Kicks, I just realized, I ran nearly a mile from home." He said turning to his friend.

Kicks just smiled, but it didn't last long, he turned to Manic and began to speak, "Well, that means you have some time to think about how you're going to tell Sonic."

Manic just shook his head and sighed, "I still have no idea what I can say. What could I say to explain what I did?"

Kicks looked over to Manic, "The truth?" he replied. Manic just sighed again, and Kicks could do nothing but give him a sympathetic look.

The rest of the trip home was silent, and as they approached the front door of the house Manic slowed. His stomach was doing flips, he felt like he was about to throw up, and his heart was racing. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder; he turned back and saw his friend giving him a reassuring smile. He didn't smile back, but the uneasiness in his stomach settled somewhat, though his heart was still racing, he felt calmer, and knowing that Kicks would have his back no matter what happened he faced the door, turned the knob, and pushed it open, hoping with all his might that he was prepared for whatever happened next.

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