*Sonic's POV*

"AHHH!"

"Sonic? Sonic! Wake up!"

I gasped and opened my eyes. Tails laws leaning over me fearfully, wide eyes of worry.

"Are you okay? You were screaming." He asked.

I looked up at him for moments, waiting for my breathing to quiet. Did I really just dream about Amy? Usually my dreams are about me, running free as the wind, each dream with singular new scenery. Why was this one any different?

"Yeah . . . yeah . . . I'm fine. Uh . . . what was I saying?"

I sat up in the bed and Tails sat on the edge. "You kept saying 'Amy, hang in there! I'll save you!' "

"I did?"

"Yeah, were you dreaming about her?"

I closed my eyes and stayed silent for a while, "Not just her.

"You and I were flying in the X Tornado, and I was in my Dark Form. We flew up to Eggman's Flying Fortress over the Mystic Ruins. I asked Eggman where Amy and Sally were and I noticed that they were in glass capsules full of poisonous smoke. I got really angry, not angry enough to make my eyes go white, but mad enough to where I wanted to kill him! I told him to let them go and he did the opiates, dropping them into the forest.

"I jumped down after them and hoped you would fly down and catch us all, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I'd thought you'd abandon me. And then out of nowhere a volcano appeared in the middle of the Ruins and the girls fell right in it."

Tails listened silently to my nightmare. It took a while to proclaim his hypothesis. "I'm no doctor, but I'd say you were afraid of something, something that would happen."

"You think that might happen?" I asked, a knot tightened in my stomach. I mean, I might be able to live if Sally died. Sally was cool at times, and nice and helpful. I'd get over her after a few months.

The person I knew I'd never get over was Amy, and I didn't know why I felt that way.

"Or maybe," Tails continued, ". . . never mind."

"What is it, Tails?"

"Nothing . . . nothing. It's not likely." He avoided, "Come on, school's gonna start soon.

I slid and pushed the sheets aside and headed for the shower. Then I toweled myself off, brushed my teeth, and ran a comb through my quills.

"Looking good!" I smiled widely, all teeth showing, and pointed my hands at the mirror like I had 2 guns.

"Come one, Sonic! We're going to be late!" Tails called from downstairs.

"You go ahead!" I called back, "I've got a few more things to do."

I walked back into my room. It looked like a meadow, emerald green grass, blue skies without a single cloud. It made me feel more carefree than I already was, no matter where I go.

I whipped on my jeans, white T – Shirt, jean jacket, and the usual red and white shoes, my favorite pair. I grabbed my backpack . . . and then my eye caught the heart – shaped box that concealed Amy's Birthday present.

I picked up the gift and turned it over in the palm of my hand. I hope she would forgive me.

Turning to leave, I found a silver rose on my dresser. I had picked it for Amy a while back, but didn't know when to give it to her.

Why don't I give it to her now? I untied the lace from the box and gently placed the beautiful rose . . . wait a minute . . . Sonic! Get this in your thick head and heart, Amy is NOT beautiful . . . but she is nice - looking . . . and cute . . . and pretty . . . and appealing . . . and attractive . . . and beautiful, GOD, STOP IT SONIC!

With a bemused sigh, I tied the package up again.

. - + * + - .

"SONIC!"

"AHHHH!"

"LOOK, THERE HE IS!"

"SONIC! I LOVE YOU!"

"SON – IC! SON – IC! SON – IC!"

"Excuse me. Sorry. Hey, people, I'm trying to get through here! Sorry. Excuse me."

I was blinded by the flashes of cameras and gone deaf from the continuous screaming fans.

Why did today, of all days, have to be Sonic Day?

Each human was dressed up in some artifact of me. Sonic shoes, gloves half of my head as a hat, and even tails!

A news reporter and a camera man made their way through the crowd and stood beside me.

"Hello, news viewers! Today is Sonic Day and I am lucky to be standing with the legendary hero! Tell us, Sonic, how do you feel about all of these people coming out to see you?"

A question all celebrities were asked. I made this quick, for two reasons. One: I wasn't in the mood for publicity at the time being; and two: I NEEDED to see Amy.

And the reason for that was a mystery.

So I decided to milk the reply.

"Uh . . . fantastic. Wonderful. So happy. No reason on Earth that my fans would leave my mind. Praise all of them. Praise the Lord. Praise Jebus or Josus or whatever his name is. Look, people, I'm trying to get to school!"

Then I zipped out of the crowd, pushing feebly past the citizens.

I did like my fans. I really did. If Sonic Day were any other day besides today, I might actually have stuck around.

I ran all the way to Station Square High. Hey, it doesn't look like I got it, but trust me, I got it!

Literacy was my first class, and luckily it was a class I shared with Amy.

She sat there in the middle row next to the window, doodling on the cover of a yellow notebook. She gazed up at me as I entered the room, her eyes a little distracted, the looked back down at her book. I slowly stride over to a desk beside her, dropping my bag under my chair.

"Hey, Amy." I quietly gulped.

She looked over to me and smiled a bit. "Hey, Sonic."

Whew! I guess she wasn't so mad at me anymore, but I still worried. Usually she'd jump up and squeeze me to death.

"Listen, um, I forgot to give you my gift, so, here." I took the pink box out of my pack and placed it in her gloved palm. Our fingers touched barely, but I felt the full shock of it run through my body.

What the heck? Why was this happening to me? Stop thinking about her that way, Sonic. You do not love her. Got that? You do not love Amy! Yeah, she's cute at times, and you save her a lot, but that's only because she' your friend, and all girls have something cute about them. In fact, she's more like a sister to you!

Get it through your big head! You are not falling in love with Amy . . . are you?

"But you – I mean – didn't you already –"she stammered, but was cut off by a shrill cry.

"SONIC!"

Sally strutted to where I sat like she was some sort of super model and took the desk next to mine.

And then all of a sudden she was kissing me, her delicate fingers securing my face to hers.

What was she doing? I broke up with her just a few days ago, didn't I She wasn't supposed to be kissing me!

I took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back, "Sally . . . what - ?"

"Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh," she put her hand over my mouth, but I grabbed it and threw it to the side. "Don't worry, darling! We don't have to hide our passionate, obsessive, overwhelming love for each other any longer!" she continued, and pulled my lips back to hers once more.

Amy got up from her desk and walked over to the teacher, Mr. Phillips, and whispered something in his ear.

"Well, if it's hurting so much that you're crying then I suggest you do."

"Ha ha! Amy's a cry baby!" Molly Goose called.

She began chanting "Cry baby! Cry baby! Amy is a cry baby!" and all the popular girls and guys joined in. A tear rolled down her cheek and she bustled out of the room.

"Amy!" I cried and shoved Sally away from me, so hard that she literally fell onto the floor with a thump.

Amy ran down the hall as I followed. "Amy, wait!"

But she didn't. I was about to catch her, but she ran into a girls bathroom. I knocked on the door, "Amy, please! Come out!"

I could hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. "No!"

"I'll stay here all day 'til you come out!"

"Then I'll stay here all day!"

"Please, Amy?"

She sighed and the sound of the sinks turning on drowned out her crying.

"What's wrong?"

Cream and Rouge walked up to me.

"Trying to get Amy out of there." I answered, jabbing a thumb at the threshold.

"Sonic, go back to class. We'll handle this."

"No, can't you see I'm trying to – "

"Go!"

I sighed in defeat. "Fine, but, tell her . . . I'm sorry."

"Detention for you, young man." Mr. Phillips declared.

"Whatever," I muttered. I sat down at my desk again and glanced over at the drawing on Amy's notebook.

I was hugging her, and her cheek rested on my shoulder.

I smiled a bit.

I felt my heart warm.

I felt my cheeks go red.

. . . I felt a furry hand slip into mine.

"I'm so glad you're my boyfriend." Sally whispered.

I withdrew my hand from hers.

"I told you we're through."

"No you didn't."

I stared at her in disbelief, "Yes I did. I'm not your boyfriend anymore."

Sally's face turned red.