The pink hedgehog examined her appearance in the dressing table mirror. Her jade orbs stared at her, and she noticed how different they were from when he was around.

A stab of pain hit her at the thought of him. Even with the flowers being delivered to her, it still hurt to think about her blue hedgehog. To think about the way he used to lay on the floor, arms folded behind his head, one leg slung over the other with his eyes closed lazily. He would always smile when he was laid like that, he would forget about the troubles that Eggman caused them, and just relax.

But then, almost as if it was no strain on him, he was up and running again, nothing but a blue blur against the burnt horizon.

He always ran, and she never understood why. When she was a silly twelve year old, she used to believe it was because he hated her, and was running from her. But as she grew, as she understood him more, she discovered that he was not running from her, but from emotions. They only dragged him down. And as she grew up, she discovered that her feelings toward Sonic were not superficial because he was a hero, or because he was joker, and that her feeling were not a mere crush.

As she grew, Amy Rose discovered she loved Sonic the Hedgehog.

"Amy are you ready?" Rouge called from the living room.

"Coming!"

Amy all but strode to Rouge, who gawked at her.

"Wow, you sure do clean up good, Ames!"

"I'll take that as a compliment," she replied with a smile, extended an arm to Rouge. "Shall we go?"

Rouge took the proffered arm, and the girls left the hotel.

Amy's curled quills blew into her face as the wind attacked them, attempting to prevent them from reaching their destination. IT roared in their eyes, cursing them for taking this direction, and urging them to follow his lead and turn around.

Eventually, the reached the bar they were planning on spending their last night in, and pushed open the heavy door. The interior of the bar was a stark contrast to the outdoor air. For one, it was warm, and for another... it was pitch black.

The only light was coming from ma few candles dotted at tables. The air was thick with smoke, and the sound was low. Together, they ambled through tables to the bar and ordered their drinks.

As the night progressed, and the girls drank more and more, Rouge found herself surrounded by men. In a drunken mind frame, she stood and danced with them to the music they could barely hear.

Amy, however, stayed at at the bar, sipping her Southern Comfort and attempting to arrange her thoughts into an orderly fashion. She did not want to brood over Sonic, but she did not want to get paralytic drunk and have to be escorted home in an ambulance. So she settled for the middle block...

Brooding anyway.

Now that her mind was left to wander freely in its drunken state, Amy found herself understanding more about the flowers. It could not really be Sonic, who they had not heard from in five years, because it was not something he would do. It was out of character. Even though Amy had often dreamed of Sonic showing up with a single red rose, proclaiming his love to her in the most exotic of ways, she knew he would never do it.

She sighed, letting her head fall onto arms that were loosely folded on the bar. A few moments of this, and she decided she wanted to go back to the hotel.

She pushed her way through the crowded bar to a very drunk Rouge, and told her she was leaving. All she received was a little giggle and a wave. Rolling her eyes, Amy left the bar.

A flash of blue caught her eye and she left the door, and she froze. She could have sworn those were Sonic's quills. The pink hedgehog looked around briefly, before putting it off as her drunken mind playing tricks on her.

She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm, and she dragged her feet slowly toward the hotel.

A scuffling noise behind her caught her attention. Spinning round, Amy found herself face to face with a very grumpy looking badger, his fur in tatters and a lopsided grin on his face that dripped malice.

She took a few steps backwards, breathing heavily. She realised now how stupid she was to leave the bar on her own at night. She temporarily considered running, but somehow she knew that her attacker already knew she would try.

A gruff hand reached out and grabbed her top by the collar and yanked her roughly toward him. His face was close to hers and she could smell his vulgar breath, a mix of stale whiskey and cigarettes. He opened his mouth to say something...

...And was knocked aside by a blue blur.

Amy stood in shock as her blue hero knocked the badger out, before walking proudly toward her. He shuffled slightly under her piercing stare, before finally breaking the silence.

Tee hee I am evil...

Sorry it took me so long to update, but I wasn't expecting os many reivews! I just ask now that all those who reviewed before review again, and any new readers, review! xD

And a great big thanks to my wonderful editor, Isilthrar! She's stopped writing FanFic now but she's editing this story, and she's brilliant at it! Thanks Silve!