Augh, too much homework! The "H" key on my computer isn't working well, so bear with me here. I might have a couple mistakes, as I have to hold the key a while to get it.

Thanks for the reviews, guys! Gee, i've got a little fanclub going here! And speaking of fans, here's the next chapter!

Sonic: Why did you say, "Speaking of fans"?

Me: You'll see.

Sonic: Oh crud... this can't be good.

Sophie's POV

When my Dad pulled up, I shoved my new found friend into the basement.

"Ow! What are you doing?" Sonic cried.

"I wasn't supposed to have anyone over!" I shouted back. "Besides, What would Dad say if I told him I'm housing someone who I just met who claims to be my favorite video game character?"

"Wait," he asked. "HOUSING?"

"Well, yeah." I replied. "You've got nowhere else to stay. Why not?"

My dad unlocked the door. "Just go in the storeroom for now. We'll figure things out soon!"

I closed the door and went to greet my Dad.

"Hey there, Sophie. Are you ready for Ali to come over tonight?"

I slapped myself. I had Totally forgot I had scheduled a sleepover that night!

"Oh my gosh! I completley forgot! I'll go get an air mattress from the basement!"

"Need help?" Dad asked.

"No, I can find it myself!" I hope I didn't sound as nervous as I felt. Dad didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, so he went to go take a rest. I rushed to the basement.

"Hey Sonic, I've got some bad news..."

"Alright, Sophie, we're leaving!"

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! See you later tonight!" I yelled as my parents pulled out of the driveway. I had worked hard up until now to get things straitened out. I fixed up a mattress for my friend upstairs in my room and blew one up for Sonic in the room with the drum set in the basement. He agreed to lay low there until Ali left, and since my brother is the only one who uses the drum set, and he was going to a friend's house, The room would most likely be unvisited.

Soon after my parents left, I heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" I said, even though I knew no one could hear me. It's a habit of mine.

I answered the door. There were two figures standing there. One was a girl my age with shoulder lenght brown hair and a shirt with the symbol for her favorite band, The Offspring. I reconized her at once.

"Hi, Ali!" I yelled. "How's life?I haven't seen you since you went to that private school! How are you doing?"

"Hey, I haven't dropped out yet!"

The person next to her I did not know. She was taller, and looked a little older, around Sonic's age. she wore a flowy red top, like one of those things you aren't sure if it's a shirt or dress (Shress? Dirt, maybe?). Her strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a red headband. She looked oddly familiar.

"Who's this?" I asked my friend." A friend of your sister's?"

"This is my friend Amy. The other day, Nala got loose and she found her for me. She doesn't have a place to stay, so my mom let her stay at our place for a while." I worry about Ali's family somethimes. Her Mom is too trusting.

Amy smiled. "I'm just staying here for a little while, until I can get home I'm also looking for..."

"Sophie, can you show Amy around the house? I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Ali interuppded.

"Well... okay," I replied. "Let's go."

I walked the two of them around the house. I showed them My room, my parents room, my brothers room, and our Office/Guest room, where we would be sleeping. It's pretty big, and my dad never uses it as an office anymore. It's got a couple laptops, a TV, and a large futon. I also showed them the family room, where we have a bigger televison and all our gaming systems. Amy was eyeing the same game Sonic was looking at earlier, and sighed dreamily. I didn't think much of it at the moment.

As I showed them the basement, I made sure to skip over the door to the drum room.

"Where does that door lead to?" Amy asked.

"That's the drum room," Ali explained. She's been to my house quite a few times. We have been friends since 1st grade, after all.

"We're doing some work in there," I lied quickly. "Mom said not to go in there." I hoped I didn't sound as nervous as I thought.

"Well, let's get started!"

*The part intended to be here was too long and girly. Besides, you don't want to hear about us discusing boys and Ali assaulting me with mascara. Let's skip to the next morning!*

I woke up around 9 the following morning. I'm not the kind of person who wakes up at 5 by habit or sleeps 'till noon on Saturday. Unfortunatley, Ali is the kind of person who gets up early. Well, not that early. Earlier than me, at least. As soon as I realized she was missing, I ran downstairs. And, as fate would have it, Amy was up too. She was sitting on the couch, and when she saw me dash into the basement quicker than ligtning, She had to follow.

When I got downstairs, my nightmare came true. Okay, maybe I didn't have such bad nightmares, but you get what I'm trying to say.

By the looks of it, Ali hadn't been there long either. She was trying to beat Sonic with a croquet mallet. Well, I guess I can't blame her. He was a guy she'd never met, hiding in her friend's basement.

"STOP!" I yelled, praying that my cry didn't wake my parents. "He has every right to be here! He's..."

Ali, who likes to jump to conclusions, changed considerably. "Sophie? Wy didn't you tell me..."

I was getting ready to make up a responce when she finished her statment, which was also the convieniant time for Amy to enter.

"...That you had a BOYFRIEND?"

Sonic and I turned identical shades of red. Amy's eye twitched. Before I knew what to think, she had knocked me to the ground and pounced on Sonic.

"MY SONIKKU!" She yelled like a battle cry. How didn't I see this comming? I thought.

Sonic's eyes widened as he was just picking himself up from his consecutive mallet blows, and he was thrown right back to the ground in a massive hug.

"I knew I would find you! I knew If I kept looking, you would be somewhere in this world!" Amy was shouting, along with many things similar.

"Amy... My... ribs!" Sonic said, as he struggled to breathe.

"What in the name of Cheez-whiz is going on here?" Ali asked, Greatly confused.

"I think you should sit down. This might take a bit of explaining," I began...

Ta-daa! What did you think? And just so you know, Ali is based on my friend, who has the same name but spelled differently. Yes, she will assault me with mascara and she is NOT nice with a croquet mallet. But that's why we go together so well! Well, not the mascara part... ANd for those who might be wondering, the "Nala" that she mentioned is her yellow lab puppy. A cute one, too.