Sorry, again, for the lack of updates and the rushed chapters. I did have fun with this one though, but still...

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Some day he'll regret it, Amy reckoned. Someday he'll look back and say, "Oh! why did I do that?" SOMEDAY, he'll have her damn Piko hammer in his freakin' BRAIN when she'll have gathered years' worth of anger and conserved energy to see his freakin' brain noodles splattered across Tails' giant Sony Plasma computer.

Not now though. She was indebted to his fixing to his fixing her door...that he busted. But he didn't just run off to leave her with the most hated pieces of works on the bloody planet. Yes, this was how simple the mind of our dear pink hedgehog worked; fair and just a little too kind. Sonic knew just how easily influenced she was when it came to debts and promises, and he did feel partially responsible for such, considering how many he's broken on forgotten dates and run aways.

Amy only watched his food - better yet, the crumbs on the plate. She spared a few glances at him devouring the generous slice of double chocolate fudge cake, and it wasn't a sight even a fan-girl would wish to see. Yet, it was just another thing about this helpless blue guy that made him so appealing.

When he was done - and he was sure to let the world know it by obnoxiously sounding a lengthy and loud burp - Amy carefully lifted her gaze. When she was the sight was safe she exhaled in relief and leaned back on her chair. Sonic did the same, ready to lift his feet onto the chair in front of him and begin speaking (he'd once made an attempt to bring his feet onto the table, but he most certainly didn't ever try it again).

"Plate," Amy ordered.

Sonic paused and shot her a pout, but his cute and childish plea was something Amy was able to look past, therefore causing his expression to be useless. After all, he'd already broken her door.

His plate was in the dishwasher a second later, and Sonic was back in the chair and making himself comfortable.

"Why are you here?" Amy finally demanded. She crossed her arms and brought one leg over the other as she sat on the opposite side of the table, as far away from him as possible.

"I have a very good reason!" Sonic exclaimed in defense.

"You better."

"See, there's a really urgent situation..."

Amy frowned at all the possibilities (cause when a member of a super hero group says something like that, it means trouble): Eggman attacked, Cream ran away, Tails' workshop suddenly blew up, the Master Emerald shattered, Vanilla's declined the marriage proposal of some rich and stalking middle-aged loser...

"What happened?" Amy urged.

Sonic, taking whatever he was about to say a little too calmly for her liking, went on to explain, "I think I'm dying."

Yes, this most certainly was a moment to panic. Amy couldn't even become aware of the fact that she was currently unable to breathe. Her eyes widened and she looked at Sonic with a urgent and questioning look. Suddenly, everything around her seemed to be meaningless.

"See," Sonic continued, bringing his hand to the left side of his chest and rubbing it, "I've been having this intense pain right here ever since you've turned down my marriage proposal. I think it's the rejection that's causing me to deteriorate inside."

Amy's face fell from shock to a glare that had every potential of murder.

"So, I have found a solution to this deathly situation! I was informed that a date would be necessary in order to cure my fatal disease. So, tomorrow at 10 AM?"

"Get out."

Another pout, but this time the action was utterly beyond useless. In fact, it is impossible even to express how useless it was.

"I'm not kidding here," Amy growled. "You better get out immediately. I am so not going out on a date with you."

She raised her angered gaze to him when he chuckled. She was slightly fearful of what would happen next, because every time he used that chuckle, things never went well for everyone but him. She wondered if Sonic was aware of such, or if his chuckle was an unconditional acknowledgment of the events that would follow - events she was sure she didn't want happening.

"You don't realize what sort of situation you're in, do you?" he asked, and he shot her a crooked and flirtatious grin at her, and she knew she had every right to shrink back into her chair fearfully and silently wish upon him ever humane misfortune she could think of.

Sonic was wrong; she had a pretty good idea what sort of situation she was in. And it was NOT a good one.

He continued. "Firstly, I owe you. I missed out on a few dates, so I must give you a day, at least. I wouldn't mind going out more than one day and-"

"No."

"Okay, okay. But you're judging too quickly, no?"

"Not at all."

"Kay, then. Secondly, you owe ME. How so?" He held up his hand and began using his fingers to count. "Well, there's your turning down my marriage proposal, your ditching me in yoga class - the dreaded place, your hanging up the phone, your not answering the phone, your refusal to open the door, your cruel manner of speaking to me; basically you're breaking my heart."

Amy intensified her glare, angrily seeing that he was shifting all the blame onto her, as if HE had never been the one to break HER heart. He wasn't normally this unreasonable, but today he was being just...ridiculous.

"Being quite hypocritical, aren't we?" she commented.

Sonic shrugged. "I've got other reasons. Another is that I fixed your kitchen sink three weeks ago."

"You received a payment of a quadruple chili dog trio."

"Then the door?"

"That YOU broke down?"

"Okay, okay. Then there's this one last reason."

"Oh?"

He brought his legs back down and leaned forward towards her, looking at her straight in the eyes. She retreated farther into her chair again, and it was as if a shimmer of hope was sparking in his eyes. He wore a look so serious and determined that Amy was so sure he'd say those words...

"You love me," he said, and Amy's pounding heart slowed and she was able to exhale...angrily.

"Get out," she growled.

"Sorry, but I ain't leaving till you say yes."

"No. Get out before I call Shadow over."

"But we'll break your wall like the last time!"

"Do you think that you're the only guy in the world capable of fixing things?"

This slightly bugged the blue hedgehog, because having another guy fix Amy's wall meant their coming into her home.

...And eating...her food!

He had to try again, or else he'd have to go with his final resort...not that it was that much of a bad thing...

"I don't take no for an answer," he grinned. His beam was one that mirrored his statement, but Amy was just as stubborn as he was.

"Neither do I."

He chuckled, and suddenly he was standing over her, leaning against the table and a candy cigarette stick from the local corner store hanging in his mouth. His cocky grin right in her face caused Amy the need to breathe deeply and count to ten.

"How bout we play a little game then?" Sonic compromised. "You win, no date. I win, 10 o'clock tomorrow."

It was a good deal, considering the process of her other option. Calling Shadow would be extremely troublesome; she'd have to run to the phone while Sonic was distracted, find a hiding place within the same five seconds and lock it before Sonic realized her intentions, hastily whisper the situation to an impatient Shadow, make some unjust agreement for the black hedgehog's compliance, wait in the hiding place until the bashing and crashing between Sonic and his rival's fight was over, come out and pick everything up again, go to town and flirt with the cheapskate contractor to get free repairs, and then break his hopeful heart just for getting this darn persistent hedgehog OUT of her bloody HOUSE.

The other option was to walk out herself, but Sonic would just laze around her house until she came back. And who knows what he'll do to her kitchen cabinets.

"Very well." Amy angled her head so that her confident grin seemed more intimidating. "What's the challenge?"

Sonic pulled the candy stick from his mouth and twirled it between his middle and index fingers. "Whoever has this till the end wins."

"Pfft. Sure, whatever." She raised her arm upwards and grabbed the other end of the stick. She could win this against him.

Well, that's what she thought before he lifted his face into a cheeky grin, and she realized just what the catch was.

"I am NOT doing that!" exclaimed she, because there was no way in HELL she was gonna lip-lock with the guy she was trying to get over in order to win a freakin' candy bar.

He lifted himself and shrugged, turning on his heel and heading towards the exit. "See ya tomorrow." He lifted his hand and waved.

"Wait!"

He stopped, and an unseen half smile creeped up his shadowed face as she jumped from her seat and demanded for an alternative route out of the situation.

"No can do, Ames," he called, and she knew that there was no way out of this.

Curse you, whoever invented games like Spin the Bottle and 7 Minutes in the Closet, Amy thought. You came up with this one too, didn't you?

She had to face two routes, both being devastating towards her ambitions. A date would entice false hopes, ones that she had contained for so many years, as a date referred to an organized outing between two people who possessed romantic feelings for each other; a series of dates was suppose to mean that the two were in consideration of...marriage. How high could her hopes get? She couldn't allow her agonizing efforts to lose his place in her heart go to waste. If he were to propose to her again at this "date", she'd be doomed to forever with a man who couldn't feel the same for her.

This game, however, couldn't be that bad. It wasn't really...a kiss...just a game where their mouths...touched. Sonic was fine with touching anyone's mouth, most likely, anyways, right? There wouldn't be any false hopes, just...nerves at the end of her lips reacting...

"Fine!" she exclaimed angrily, fists bawled besides her. "I'll take on the challenge."

He turned, half grin plastered on his face, and walked towards the madly blushing and equally glaring female, and she looked just so damn cute with those puffed out cheeks. "If you say so," and the cigarette candy was back in his mouth and was beckoning Amy as he towered over her. He tilted his head slightly and humorously waited for his love interest to initiate the commencing the game.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward, but retreated just as her lips touched the tip of the candy. "No way! I can't!"

"Your decision," Sonic said. "I've already got some things planned out for tomorrow anyways, so-"

"Dammit! I'll do it!"

"Hurry it up then. Don't got all day."

She clenched her fists tighter, hard enough so that her nails dug into her skin, as this was proving to be very difficult. Taking a LONG and deep breath, she launched forward and her teeth grabbed the very tip of the candy, avoiding Sonic's laughing eyes as much as she could. This was so embarrassing! All she could hear now was Sonic's breathing and the clock, and it never took this long for a second to tick by before.

Her eyes widened and looked slightly over to see Sonic not waste a second in taking an unnecessarily large jump on his end. Their noses were barely a millimeter separated now, and the shock from Sonic's jump caused Amy's grip to tighten too hard on her end, and she was forced to move forward herself.

Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god was all she was thinking. She was sure she'd die at this rate from some sort of heart condition, because it was beating so fast. She probably would, she reckoned, considering how quickly Sonic was covering his territory. TOO quickly.

This was not good, but she couldn't give up now. It was either this or a while day with Sonic, which she could not afford.

She was the one who had to close the distance between them, as her side broke off. As if his hot air from his nose bouncing off her lips was bad enough, she was going to have to tilt her head to the side and go in for it.

She didn't have a second to think, and she progressed forward. She could feel his smile rubbing against her lips now, and Sonic slowly brought his hands to her waist. She had to fight the urge to push him away for the sake of her tomorrow, but she knew that Sonic was just loving this.

And he bit again.

Suddenly his hand was grabbing the back of her neck and he was yanking her waist closer to him. Gaps were a thing of the past now, because there was nothing - not even air - that lingered between the two.

His lips were crushing hers. She could taste his tongue as she struggled for the stupid candy, but it was getting too hard to tell between his lips and the real sugar. He was seriously getting into it, though for what, whether it was her lips or the extra twenty calories, she wasn't sure. No matter what he was after though, Amy could only think that this was just like a French kiss - or it WAS - and though she hated it, she was in some blissful dimension. It wasn't what she expected for her first kiss, heck, this wasn't romantic at all. Nonetheless, his taste, his body heat radiating into hers, his sweat and fur, his hot breath clambering down her mouth; it was unbearably rapturous. It was so good that Amy forgot the point of the whole make-out session. She snapped out of her trance and grabbed his shoulders, raising herself on her tip toes to get to an angle most effective to win over the cigar stick.

His grin was back against her lips after that, and his husky chuckle rumbled into her cheeks as he mumbled into her mouth, "You really don't like losing."

She yanked herself away, stumbling backwards.

"Neither do I," Sonic finished, swallowing the last of the candy stick. "See ya in the mornin'!"

And then he was gone, leaving Amy to stare after him in horror for a minute or so before gathering the facts.

She'd just made out with Sonic the hedgehog over a cigarette candy stick, and she was STILL going on a date with him tomorrow!

Hee hee! Poor Amy!

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