Chapter 9 – Sounds Like a Plan
Tails picked up his hot chocolate and walked out of the kitchen, sighing happily. He'd spent the day with Cosmo and had loved every minute of it. They'd got along brilliantly and agreed to meet more often. This had practically made his day. As he strolled across the carpet, he suddenly heard a series of sharp knocks from the front door. He jumped out of skin, spilling his drink. He'd barely noticed the increasing stain on the floor before there came yet another load of knocks. He put down the now empty mug, and hurried to see who could be so impatient, although he already knew before he reached the door knob. Standing in the doorway, the cobalt blue hedgehog grinned at Tails as he moved aside to let him in. He spotted the spillage and pulled a face, realising how loud he might have been banging on the door.
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"Ignore that," said Tails, waving a hand dismissively. He sank into his couch, leaving a space for the older male to sit, but he shook his head; reverting to his preferred position of leaning casually against the wall. "So how come you're here at this time?" he asked. Sonic's gaze met his, a slightly more serious light to his eyes.
"I'm going to need your help with something, Tails," he said.
Tails nodded eagerly. "Sure, Sonic. What can I do?"
Sonic contemplated his response, glancing upwards. He seemed to become a little nervous at what the conversation was leading to. He observed his shoes, his voice becoming a little quieter. "I er…well..." he paused, clearing his throat. "I sort of need help to er…tell Amy…" he reached back and scratched his head. "Stuff," he finished.
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Tails smiled knowingly at the redness creeping onto Sonic's face. "You mean how you feel about her?"
Sonic chuckled. Man, that kid knows me too well. He finally looked up again. "Well….yeah," he said sheepishly.
Tails was a little surprised but proud of him for admitting it so soon. He cocked his head. "Don't you just walk up to her and tell her?" he asked.
Sonic flattened his ears. "I kind of upset her earlier. But I want it to be special anyway," he confessed.
Tails glanced upwards in thought. "Girls like flowers, don't they?"
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Sonic sighed. He boosted himself away from the wall with his leg to stand up straight. "No, that's too cliché. It has to be big; something she'll never forget. After what I've seen I can't jus-" he stopped abruptly, mentally punching himself. He'd almost told Tails about Dessovelle! He breathed a sigh of relief. If he'd said anything about it, Tails would probably think he was crazy. Sonic decided it was best to keep the night's events to himself. Tails luckily hadn't noticed Sonic's mistake; he was preoccupied in thinking about ideas.
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Sonic's vision zoomed out of focus and his mind drifted back to what Dessovelle had showed him. He thought about the photo of him and Amy; how magical the atmosphere had been with the fireworks- ...fireworks. His smile grew instantly as he began to hatch a plan. His eyes shone as he thought about it more and more. "Hey Tails…I've got an idea. But we have to act fast," he grinned.
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Sonic explained his plan quickly, as he often did everything, but leaving out no details. Tails had been very patient, listening carefully and nodding, sharing in Sonic's excitement. He was puzzled at how firm Sonic was that it had to be before the end of the night, but decided that it was just Sonic. Perhaps he was superstitious after all. Tails had arranged everything as quickly as he could - at Sonic's request - and it was soon prepared. As soon as he'd done, Sonic had got out his phone, ready to send Amy a message. He felt the butterflies zipping in all directions inside his stomach. He needed to get this right. But of course the difficult part was still to come. He typed out the message and pressed 'SEND,' hoping for a positive response.