"Oooooh! That good-for-nothing, insufferable, STUPID HEDGEHOG!"

It was at this time that Cream had every right to be very, very afraid. So afraid, in fact, that excusing herself from Amy's presence and going straight home without second thought was something wise to do. Truly, Cream thought of Sonic's yoga class invasion...kind of sweet. And though Amy was throwing a tantrum as Cream headed out the door, Cream knew she thought so too.

It had been a day since then, long enough for our aggressive hedgehog to vent it all out. She directed her fury towards Sonic, throwing pillows at his illusions and launching darts at his poster she kept especially for these sort of occasions. In truth, however, she was truly mad at herself because she would catch herself smiling when she thought back on it. After all, this was Sonic we were talking of. He wouldn't even be caught dead in a room dedicated to yoga. He'd give up his SHOES to not go into one. Yet, he went in...for her. That was so...sweet.

Amy threw another dart with a growl, finally tired enough to crash onto her couch in her wrecked up living room and eventually fall asleep. She wouldn't get any freedom in dreamland, though, because everyone knows just who it is that would be waiting for her.

She woke up the next morning to much needed breakfast and an intense calling for clean-up. Her living room was well arranged by two in the afternoon, and it was at this time that her phone rung and Tails' number was on the caller id. She picked up, cheerfully greeting, "Hey, Tails! What's up?"

"Aren't we cheerful," responded a husky voice that did NOT belong to Tails. "Are you in so much bliss about my coming to your yoga class that-"

Amy slammed Sonic's voice into the receiver, face puffed into a horrified expression of anger as she stared with widened eyes at the phone cuffed under her hands.

That annoying bastard. It really was impossible to avoid him! She was just feeling better too, but he just HAD to call! UGH!

Amy slowly lifted her hands off the phone, backing away from it as if it were a murderer pointing a pistol at her. She forgot about her couch behind her though, and back flipped over it just as her phone rang a second time. She sat on her knees on the couch, head poking over the back of it and eyes staring at the phone. Four rings sounded, then Amy's voice could be heard from the answering machine. "Hey! This is Amy! Clearly I can't answer your call right now, so be sure to leave a message!"

Amy cringed in embarrassment, a deep blush appearing on her muzzle. Oh! Sonic was listening to that kiddish voice!

Sonic's voice came again. "Now that's harsh, Ames. Hanging up on someone like that...what a lack of courtesy. How about you pick up and clear your now-damaged reputation?"

She narrowed her eyes at the phone, hoping that he could feel her choking him from a distance. CHOKING HIM!

He hung up, but didn't waste two seconds calling a third time, again getting the answering machine. "C'mon! You're breaking my heart here! Oh! and do your legs hurt? No? That's really weird. See, you've been running through my mind all day! So pick up, please!"

As there was another click, Amy couldn't help herself from chuckling. That statement was the tackiest line she'd ever heard! He really wasn't getting anywhere.

...Or was he?

He called again. "Why aren't you picking up? You know, Ames, Tails needed to give me SO many Band-Aids now, and it's all cause of you! Wanna know why? Well, if you pick up, I'll tell you...not picking up? Fine, I'll tell you why. It's cause I scraped my knee so bad falling for you. By now, you're totally plagued with blood guilt, so I demand of you to answer the phone. I'll even give you some time to humble yourself by calling back. I'm so nice, aren't I? So ANSWER!"

She smiled, but angrily stopped herself and was gruesomely tempted to unplug the phone.

...But she was curious to know what he'd say...

And so, he called again, the fifth time, again not being answered. "I so know you're there. It's like I can SEE you through the bloody phone. Come on, Ames. Please? I just wanna talk to ya! You don't even need to breath, it'll be fine. Just answer, please? Man, I can't believe myself. You've reduced me to a beggar!"

Amy chuckled as the phone rang the sixth time. "So, the whole begging thing didn't work out, huh? That took a lot on my pride, ya know. Guess I'm at my last straw. I didn't want to have to do this, and it's not too late to pick up! ...No? Trust me, Ames. You're gonna wanna pick up in the next ten seconds."

Despite the trace of humor in Sonic's voice, Amy detected the seriousness behind the threat. There was always this sort of tone he'd use when he was serious about something, even if he was telling a joke. That was how she was always able to detect that there was something wrong when he was covering it with a smile. She realized that it would definitely be best to answer the phone, but...she was too proud.

Ten seconds had never been longer. Amy exhaled when she heard a sigh over the phone.

"Amy."

She always cringed when he said her name that way. It was worse than your father sternly saying your name when you hit someone with a hammer. It was a tone she always submitted to. Good thing everything was over the phone. Sonic had no idea how much power he had over this girl.

"I told you you would regret it," the machine said in a "you-better-watch-it" voice. With that, Amy heard a click, and there was no more calls for the next twenty seconds.

...He wasn't calling back?

Amy felt a familiar feeling of dread and disappointment. Was this what he warned her of? His not calling? Amy lifted herself on the couch, eyes never leaving the phone, and a few seconds of saddened silence went by before she laughed out loud cockily.

"Regret it?" Amy called to no one in particular, laughing away. "Your not calling me doesn't affect me at all, Sonic the hedgehog! Ha ha ha ha!"

She didn't know who she was trying to fool at this point, but she laughed her way to the kitchen table before her face fell to reveal her true emotions. Really, those tacky flirt lines Sonic had used turned her on significantly. Plus, he called her!

Amy shook her head ferociously, demanding herself to let it go. She went over to the window right next to her front door and opened it, sticking her head out and breathing in Summer's flowery air, closing her eyes to help her sense focus.

"Smells nice?"

Amy's eyes shot open, and she directed her shocked gaze towards the outside entrance of her home.

"Miss me?"

Amy only stared at Sonic, because she was in so much surprise that she was unable to deny the truth.

Sonic laughed. "I can't really say that my coming here is something to regret. A punishment for not answering the phone? Probably. Anyways, let me in?"

He professionally pouted his lips and lit his eyes into a puppy dog look. Dang, it was so hard to resist that look. She was at an advantage, though, because she was inside and he was out there. She blushed along with her glare, bringing her head back in, lifting her nose in the air and crossing her arms. She heard Sonic sternly say her name, even impatient, but she persisted.

"Man, you're stubborn," he said. "I'll bring the door down if you don't open up."

Amy gazed back at him, lifting her lips into a cocky smile that said, "I dare you."

She didn't have enough time to react after he responded with an equally confident grin. She widened her eyes and ran to the door, but it was already too late. Before her now lay her door on the ground, swaying hinges, and a blue hedgehog lowering his leg from the kick. And though he DID knock down her front entrance, the fact that he was strong enough to do that was kind of hot.

"You wouldn't open the door," he stated the obvious.

Amy's flabbergasted gaze drifted from Sonic to her broken door. She stared at it for a few seconds, realizing that she'd have to put that door back up. Sonic, knowing Amy better than she did, knew that this was what irked Amy the most in the current scenario, not the fact that he'd completely filled her answering machine with flirt lines or that he'd broken down her door. No, it was just because she hated construction work.

Amy blinked, and when she opened her eyes she saw the door lifted and Sonic with a drill in hand, ready to fix it for her. He knew Amy's house fairly well, and he was the one she'd always have fix her house, whether it was plumbing, wires, or fixing something. He felt pretty special when she called him to help, and she always treated him to chili dogs and apple pie.

Suddenly, after about two minutes, Sonic was standing over her, door secured in its hinges and tool box in the basement.

"Some food would be nice."

Amy bit her lip, because she realized that there was no way out of it. She owed him food.

Short and rushed. Sorry. Gotta go to work. Bye!