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Chapter 6: Wide Awake

"Keep goin' straight?" Scourge prodded, as I nodded behind him.

"Yes." Revving his engine again, much to my disdain, I had to admit that this wasn't that bad.

Being on a motorcycle, I mean. With the green goblin.

I let myself relax against his back. The contact with the slippery, wet leather only made me feel more damp, but the air was still warm. With that soggy, refreshing and relaxing after-the-rain smell filling my nostrils...I couldn't be bothered.

I breathed it in, closing my eyes. It was a good feeling. In fact, the best feeling I had all night.

"Wanna take a detour and head for my place, Rosie?" I could sense him grin as I rose my head.

"No," I rejected, releasing a small yawn, "and please stop calling me that."

I could feel a chuckle rumble out of him. "Just wanted to see if you were awake."

"Well I am," I snapped back. Just like Scourge to ruin my brief moment of serenity.

I had to admit though, it was interesting seeing the town at this time. Sure, I had lived here for years, but it wasn't the big city where residents conquered the day and the nocturnal night. Here, life only existed when the sun was out and a few hours afterwards. During the day, Knoxville was so boisterous, so full of life. Now, a dark disease covered the town. It was barren, and the only source of light were the traffic lights beeping a hypnotic yellow. It was more depressing than I was.

We road for what felt like an eternity in quiet state until I directed him into my apartment complex, Mable Place.

Parking his vehicle in an open space, he gave me a smug look. "We're here. Too bad it has to end," he said, taking his helmet from me.

I scoffed lightly, it was almost becoming a force of habit with him. "Yeah, too bad," I humored back.

"But seriously, thank you-" I stopped briefly, wiping a stray rain drop from my face. Looking up, I subjected my face to being pelted by more drops. They were bigger and almost visible in the dim street lamp light.

More rain? I sighed. Couldn't I at least gotten inside first? There was a large clap in the sky, and with it another downpour came. Which was sad, because the little 'joy ride' I just had with Scourge almost dried me off!

"Ugh!" I grunted, shielding myself from the pelting rain as Scourge laughed. Was there a reason why he was always laughing at me?

I started for the apartment building, hiding my fury that would only continue to build if I stayed out here. In the rain. With Scourge. "Thank you, I'm going to go inside now," I sighed, giving a final wave in his direction.

"Bye," he said, but not without a bit of tease in his voice. He revved his engine. Again. "Rosie?"

Groaning, I bolted in his direction, my fury replacing any sort of patience I had with him. Enough of this. I knew he drove me home, but I wasn't going to take this crap anymore.

"What the hell?! I told you to stop calling me that!" I yelled behind him, practically foaming at the mouth. Not very lady-like, I know. But I was sick of appearing like a prissy little prude. So far it was getting me nowhere.

Cocking his brow, he stared at me briefly before reaching into the storage compartment on his bike.

"Cool it, would ya? I was trying to tell you that you forgot your frilly little purse," he said, tossing it into my hands. "Not much good dropping you off at your apartment if you can't get in."

With my purse in hand, I starred at my soaked sandals in shame before my gaze met his. Just because today was cruddiest day of my life didn't mean that I could jump on everyone. That I could be so temperamental.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, my feet uncomfortably shuffling against the wet, soaking ground. "Today has been awful, but that doesn't mean that I can be a bitch to everyone." I released a sigh. I probably owed Shadow an apology too.

"It's fine," Scourge insisted. But the rain was so intense that I could barely tell if he was using sarcasm.

Just then a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, scaring the crap out of me. I had to go inside now. It was wet, dangerous and miserable out here. My eyes rolled to that. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse...

"I'll be going then," I said finally, as Scourge nodded (or didn't, it was hard to see out here).

Sighing, I began for the main entrance. To think of all of the trouble I would have saved if I just stayed home this night. It probably would have saved Scourge from driving home in a hell storm.

Stopping, I looked back to see the harlequin hedgehog hopping on his motorcycle.

What was I doing?

"Scourge." Don't do it Amy. "Would you like to come in and dry off, and wait for the rain to die down?" Why did you do that?

I could see his obnoxious smirk as he approached me on the porch. "You sure, Rosie?"

I shrugged my shoulders, bringing my key to the door.

"Not if you keep calling me that."

Inside.

Scourge followed behind me as I instinctively hit on the light switch on an invisible wall. Sizing up the space, Scourge emitted another whistle before closing the door behind him.

"Nice place," he complimented, as I merely shook my head.

"Uh, thanks," I said as we ventured into the living room. Motioning to the maroon colored sofa Scourge sat down in manly plump.

Settling into the couch, I immediately felt uncomfortable. I don't know if it was because of Scourge, giving me that look...

Or the fact that I felt moist.

Bolting upright, I turned to my visitor. "I'll go get towels," I started, as he shrugged his shoulders, a devilish smile still evident on his face. I groaned, what was there to be happy about?

"Don't do anything stupid," I quickly added, before fleeing the room.

Reaching the bathroom, I couldn't help but sigh. What was I doing?

From the way the rain was knocking furiously against my window, I knew that I would be stuck here for a while. With Scourge.

Grabbing the linens, I made it back to the living room with Scourge staring passively at the TV.

I threw the towel to him."You wanna watch it?" I questioned, using the towel to drain the water from my quills. I probably should have changed while in the bathroom. But I didn't want to let Scourge out of my sight for too long...

Unless he was leaving.

Taking the towel and doing the same, he shook his head. "Nah, how about we talk about you?"

"Me?" I replied, as he nodded.

"What would you be doing at a bar so late," he said, folding the damp towel over his shoulder as I contemplated.

"...It's complicated," I finally said. It was true. And if I couldn't tell my best friend the truth, why would I resort to Scourge?

"What brought you there?" I offered, trying to meeting his gaze. As his gaze was set on my...

Bust.

"Scourge?" I said, waving my hand slightly to get his attention. I released a sigh before slumping further into my chair. Normally I would have broken out in a hissy fit, but he had driven me home, my head felt funny, and it was too late to care.

Snapping my fingers, I had to physically reach over and tilt his head. "Up here."

Finally meeting my eyes, instead of a sorry, he smirked. "Nice rack."

"Of course," I mumbled under my breath. The rain was successful at drenching the cottony fabric of my dress and bra, perking my chest more so then usual. And I suppose the cold sensation was causing my nipples to protrude, making them a very visible sight for any horny male.

And here I was with Scourge.

I have to admit that part of me wanted to dismiss them, and I didn't feel very compelled to cover them at my house. But since I didn't want to be indecent, I quickly draped my towel over my body like a shawl.

Maybe I should just change, but then I would want a shower, and then I would have to let him out of my sight.

Plus soaked clothes were the only distraction I had to the uncomfortable feeling of having Scourge here. And with the sound of another clap, and relentless rain pour on the outside, who knew when he was going to leave?

Settling into the coach, I looked over at him covered with my towel. "Better?" I asked, as he shook his head.

"No," he replied, before taking off his slick leather jacket, leaving him in a wife beater. "Better?" he asked in the same tone, earning an eye roll from me.

"So what do ya want to do, princess?" I sighed, as I stared across the room. I wanted to sleep, and convince myself that today didn't happen.

But he was here.

"So you say it's complicated..." Scourge interjected, tapping his fingers against the corduroy textured sofa, "does it have to do with blue boy?" he asked simply, his celeste orbs darting into mine. I tried not to flinch. I didn't want to give anything away.

Averting my gaze, and digging my feet into my carpet, I shook my head. "No."

Scourge's eyes narrowed. "You sure-"

"YES." I silenced him as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine. Don't have to be touchy about it," standing up from his chair, Scourge stretched his arms with a groan before walking out of the living space.

Rising slightly from my defensive position, I called after him. "Where are you going?"

"Do you have any food in here?'' he asked, ignoring, but answering my question. With a sigh, I followed him into the kitchen.

The green hedgehog was already face deep in my refrigerator when I met him. Flicking on the light, and looking around the kitchen, I nodded. "Yes, ah, what did you want?"

With a grunt, Scourge shut the refrigerator, "I don't know? Some man food? There's only fruits and vegetables..." he sighed, before going to the pantry. "Damn rabbit food..."

I scoffed at that. "Excuse me if some of us are vegetarians."

Shutting the first pantry he opened with some tortilla chips in his hands, he opened the one adjacent to it. "Are you drunk?"

I blinked at him, a bit taken back. "W-what?" I uttered, as he snapped open the bag.

Scourge rolled his eyes, "No need to spaz out, I found some beer," he said, taking it out of the pantry.

"I just wanted to know if you were capable of having some."

Capable? I took the six pack out of his hands, "You do realize that this is my house, and my beer?"

He took the pack out of my hands, "Yes, but the last fact surprises me. Since when do you you drink beer?"

I rolled my eyes. "Didn't you just pick me up from a bar?"

Scourge shrugged his shoulders, "Any prissy little girl can go to a bar, but most don't own a man's drink."

I gave a look of disdain mostly because what he said was true. I didn't drink beer. I only had it in the house because Sonic liked that brand. Not that he ever came by to drink it...

I could feel Scourge study my face, as his cocky grin fell. "Are you okay?"

I took a sorry breath, before my eyes fell to the bronze tile. "I'm fine."

Unsatisfied by the answer probably, Scourge came closer to me, and further to my disdain, I let him.

"Are you ready to spill now?" My eyes touched his, as I nodded. As much as I didn't want to, maybe I needed someone to vent to. And since the rain wasn't letting up, it could justify the time.

"Yeah."

Following him back into the living room, I climbed into my chair. As he handed me a beer, I studied the azure aluminum container. Electric Juice. Sonic got a laugh out of the fact that it was called juice, when it clearly wasn't.

"I bought this for Sonic," I announced, as I studied it further. In the corner of my eye I could see Scourge nodding. "I overheard him talking to Knuckles about how hard it was to find, and how it was practically the only beer he drank. So I went hunting for it."

"So how did you find it?" Scourge asked, looking at the writing at the bottle.

"For whatever reason, the internet wasn't very successful, so I called up all of these bars, restaurants, and stores in town and no one could give me any clues. It was like trying to find a lost puppy," I decided, as Scourge motioned for me to go on.

"Finally, I don't know why, but I got into the discussion with Rouge, since she is a spy and all, and she told me that the company had actually stopped making that beer like three years earlier when they went out of business. So I asked Rouge if they were bought out or something like that, but she didn't know, but she told me were their three main branches were. I went to the first two which are like six hours away in the middle of nowhere from here-"

"You drove to the middle of nowhere, just to see if you could get some beer?" I nodded shyly, it was a bit of a crazy stunt.

"Yeah, but this was a year ago, I'm not as desperate," I tried to humor, before moving on. "Anyway, they were all ghost factories, and the third factory was another ten hours in the opposite direction. So guess what I did? I continued on my lovers journey," I stated, as Scourge shook his head.

"I have to admit, you're one determined girl." I couldn't help but smile slightly at that.

"Thanks," I replied, before shifting into a more comfortable position. "So, ah, moving on, I went to that site, and turns out it was now the location of a glove factory. So I went inside, told them about my conundrum, and they referred me to their manager who apparently collected wine, beer, and things of that such.

"So the manager told me that he was familiar with the beer, and that he kept several packs of it at his house. He offered to give me a pack for free, as he loved the story I gave him, and that day was coincidentally his wedding anniversary. But then his wife called him that the babysitter canceled on them. So I got roped into baby sitting their daughter and son for the night, and then I finally got the beer," I finished, a bit alarmed at how complex this story was. I really hadn't told it to anyone.

"Whoa, that's crazy...but why didn't blue boy get any of it? Wasn't that the whole point?" he said, snapping a tortilla chip between the tips of his fingers.

I rubbed my hand against my chin. "I kept calling to tell him to come over, and that I had something special for him, but he always said he was busy," I noted, before mumbling, "Like he was this morning."

"Huh?" Scourge shot out as I shook my hands to override my rambling.

"Nothing," I dismissed, staring off at a portrait of my hero on the counter that I had stupidly missed.

Scourge brought his arm up to commence further conversation. "Not that I want to see you with him or anythin, but maybe you should have been more direct. Maybe you should have been like..."

Scourge coughed a little bit, and began to speak in a frilly tone, "Hey Sonic, I got that beer that you like that's really hard to find, Electric Juice. Come over, I'll be waiting-"

I shook my head. "I did try being direct!" I objected. "Let me show you."

Fixing my posture, I looked at Scourge seductively before flipping my quills and perking my chest. "Hello Sonikku, would you like to come over? I have that beer that you like..." I slurred, before jumping out of character.

"And then Sonic was like, 'Can't, I'm busy, you now, saving the world and all'." I closed my eyes, sighing. But apparently he was not too busy to fuck Sally senseless.

Scourge blinked at me as if he was confused. "I don't know if it's the soaked clothing, but that was hot..." he groaned stupidly as I sneered. "You sure blue boy isn't a queer?"

Queer? I surveyed him thoughtfully before my eyes widened. "What? You mean gay?" I suggested, as he replied with a nod.

Was Sonic gay? My mind unfortunately went back to last morning...

Roaring wildly, Sonic thrusted into Sally at lightning speed. As Sally moaned on top of him, Sonic flipped her over, dominating her.

"Sonic-" Sally called out in an exasperated whisper, before he silenced her with his lips. Moving, downward to gap on her neck, I could see Sally's eyes- wide open to the ceiling- practically pop out of her head, as her mouth opened to emit an inaudible shriek, as Sonic's hips rotated in circles. Faster, Faster, Faster-

"Amy?" Scourge called out of nowhere, waking me from my pornographic trance.

"No," I simply replied, my eyes falling to the can in my hands, "I'm sure of it."

But maybe it would be better if he was. Then I wouldn't be so devastated.

There was a brief silence before I took the container to the light. "Electric Juice," I said, examining the over-sought beverage, "Let's try it."

Two clicks filled the air before my eyes met Scourge. "Ready?" he said, taking the rim to his lips. I nodded.

Swallowing with a pitiful gulp, I turned to him again. Who for the first time since I've met him, appeared rather expressionless.

"So?" I asked, as he lightly licked his lips with a thoughtful face.

"It sucks," he said bluntly, however taking another swig. "But it's beer." I giggled at that. "Looks like he has some pretty bad taste."

"Tell me about it," I said, before attempting to drink down the foul liquid. When I had enough of the buzzy beer, I put the can down on the cherry wood table.

"Sonic had sex with Sally," I said out of nowhere. Scourge's brow rose.

"So?" he replied, placing his empty can down as well.

I gave him a look of scorn. "What do you mean, so? You've been asking me what's been bothering me and I told you!" This was stupid. I'm stupid. I should have just let him fend it out in the death rain.

"No, no, don't take it like that," he assured, his icy orbs bouncing with amusement, "I mean, why does it bother you? You guys aren't dating or anything. Well, maybe in your head..." he said, as I fought the urge to punch him. But only because what he was saying was sort of true again...

"I walked into them earlier last morning. They didn't see me, but it hurt," I sighed, fumbling with my hands, "We have...we had... a promise."

Scourge tapped his fingers impatiently. "Which one is it? Did he break it or not?"

I ran a hand through my quills. "I don't know. I mean, it feels like he did, but technically he didn't. He said he'd wait for me, but nine years later, I'm still waiting..."

"I guess I can sort of see your pain, but it seems to me that blue boy is just toying with you," he concluded, before snapping open another beer.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, as he took a long sip. Maybe the beer became better with sips. I took another sip of mine, before sticking out my tongue. Nope.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I've been around with girls, but the fact is that I'm straightforward. If I want you, I want you. If I don't, hit the hills," he explained, as I frowned.

"Gee, that's nice," I said, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"The point is that even though it may hurt at first, you're free from a relationship of lies. At least you're not stuck in some sort of limbo. You're free to explore other interests as see if they feel the same way. Love's a two way street," he presented, as I blinked at him.

"A two way street?" I said, as he smirked.

"Bingo. Not everyone reciprocates. Love isn't always mutual. And though I'm not saying you shouldn't work at it, if you have to make someone fall in love with you, you're probably just wastin' your time."

I wanted to reject to this, but everything he said was true. Phil had practically said the same thing. I had sworn to make Sonic love me. And look at where I am now? In a lover's limbo.

I sank further into my chair rubbing my eyes. This sucked. What did I do for Sonic to treat me like this? And why couldn't I entirely blame him for it?

Fighting my tears, my eyes fell to the ground. "I just wanted to have a relationship with him... He's my hero," I choked out, instantly feeling my throat tighten as my face spoiled.

Scourge placed an arm over my shoulder, "Well maybe it's time to find a new hero."

I shook my my head sadly, "It's not that easy. I've loved him for too long."

Scourge's gaze hardened, "Can you call it love? Maybe you just love the idea of him-"

"I LOVE HIM," I fought back, tears lining my eyes that were darted at him. Why was I so unstable?

Instead of returning with an intenser glare, he merely took his arm off of me. "Fine. Continue to dedicate your life to him while the rest of your friends are probably having lives. What do you think Sonic's doin' now? Probably fuckin' Sally's lights out!"

I just stared at him, before his face softened. "Look, Rosie—Amy—I'm sorry," he apologized, before offering me a hanky from his pocket. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

It took me a while to realize I was crying until I began to wipe my face with it. Shaking my head, I looked back at him. "No, you're right," I sniffed, trying to regain my composure. "Everyone else has lives, I mean, my friend Cream just started college and she seems more grown up than me.

"I want what they have," I continued, settling the hanky down, even though I was pretty sure more tears were stream-lining my face.

"I want to be held," I said, looking intently in space. "To be loved," I said again, trying not to feel silly for confessing this to Scourge.

"To be kissed," I stated, finding myself gazing at his lips, which actually seemed very inviting...But I wasn't about to go there.

"Amy?" Scourge called lightly. I could sense him blinking back at me as I neared closer. Maybe it was the bar, the beer, the little sympathy he had shown me, I don't know what...

Because I went there.

My lips on his, as my mouth parted wider to taste him, as he pulled me closer...

I could taste the tobacco on on his breath, the beer, his compassion...but instead of being repulsed, I was enticed...somehow all of this was was turning me on...

Stop.

Opening my eyes, I drew back quickly. What was I doing? This was Scourge I was lip-locking with. Inhaling, I sucked the air around me, trying to regain my breath, my sanity and composure.

"Scourge, I'm sorry," I finally choked out. There I was, apologizing, again.

Lips.

Met mine again. Kissing me deeper. Harder.

I moaned slightly, as my fingers dug into his quills, emitting a groan from him. His tongue began to intertwine with mine, and it was a great, weird feeling. I had never done something like this.

I was Sonic's perfect chastity case. Now I was running wild.

"You can give in..." Scourge spoke, easing slightly, retreating to gently suckling on my lower lip. "...If you want to," he added, before he trailed further south, gaping on the side of my neck. Driving me mad.

I opened my eyes to study him as I gasped in euphoria. His eyes were half closed, glazed, making me unable to read his emotions.

Did I want to? As he continued to suck harder on my neck, my brain scattered. It felt so...

Good.

Why wouldn't I want to? With his hands greedily caressing my dress covered curves, a roar from him told me that he wanted it off. That a man wanted me.

And isn't that what I'd always wanted?

"Yes," I consented, feeling his soft breath trickle down my face.

Hugging him closer to me, I let him kiss me wildly, hungrily, as my eyes glazed over in fantastical bliss.

After all, this couldn't be real. None of it.

It had to be a dream.

But is it, Amy?

God, I though I'd raised you better than this, Amy. No kissing on the first...whatever this is.

Is it fair to assume that Scourge is the guy? Maybe.

But thanks for reading so far. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm toying with you guys, but it's just one of the privileges I have as author.

Until tomorrow.

~Koko B