Ugh, so tired. Must sleep. Sorry for another rushed chapter, but it's updated! Yay!
Amy absolutely refused to allow herself to walk out that door.
In order to do so, she had worked on the intention of pulling an all-nighter until morning so that she could sleep through his knocking on the door. Unfortunately, despite her utmost efforts, she had fallen asleep watching Titanic around nine PM. She work up pretty late - according to her internal clock - around seven thirty, but she was unable to drift back to sleep.
She stalled her daily morning activities drastically, such as her walk up the twelve steps to the second story bathroom and washing her hands under warm water for about three minutes. She remained in her pajamas for the first time in the past two decades, and she never had a more delicious meal in her life. She never thought that putting things off would merit such rewards. Nonetheless, she was getting frustrated with the lack of cleanliness within her home, so she immediately began her daily chores; the wash, vacuuming, dusting, and such. In fact, she was so caught up that the clock brought Amy to scream when she noticed its large hand just itching to climb that last quarter-of-an-hour to get to ten o'clock.
She panicked, bringing her hands into her quills and running around in a circle three times before stuffing the vacuum back into the closet and dumping the cleaning aids back into their places. She glanced at the door on multiple occasions, trying to come up with the best strategy to avoid this potential destruction of her dignity.
There was the chance he'd forget about their...date, just as he had on multiple occasions in the past. But there was that chance that he would come. First off, he'd have to get through the door that she would not open...but he'd already proved his worth the day before. He wouldn't dare come in the bathroom if she was in it, though, but he'd wait and bang on the door and such until she came out, so that was a closed option. She could hide...but he'd find her, as he's been an expert at that game since they were kids. She could leave her home and go shopping or something, but he would find her quickly, just as he always did. She could pretend she was sick, but then he'd stick around, "helping" her. Really, there was no way out of this cruel arrangement. That game was totally unfair!
There were seven minutes left until he'd come knocking on her door now, so she did the only thing she could; she ran up the stairs, slammed her bedroom door shut, turned out the lights, and hopped under the covers. She would pretend she wasn't up, and pretend that she stayed up late and was so grumpy she could strangle Cream (which is proof that she can indeed be terrifying, I would imagine). She shut her eyes, and as she heard twenty-three ticks of her mini-alarm clock on her desk, she slowly remembered that she wasn't wearing anything socially acceptable, only her underwear and a giant over-hanging t-top.
And Sonic would see her like that.
She jerked up and rushed out of bed, stripping quickly and putting on a bra and random garments from her wardrobe. She jumped under the covers again and waited, heart pounding in her ears loud enough to mute the ringing in her ears resulting from the silence. The remaining few minutes were longer than a year to her, and she checked her clock almost every three seconds.
Her eyes were wide and glaring in concentrated horror at the clock as it reached nine fifty-nine, and she counted along with the ticking as each second went by.
It reached the final second.
...nothing.
It was ten o'clock, and there wasn't even a peep from the outside world. He'd forgotten, Amy concluded, and though it had been within her extreme hopes, she felt saddened. She was secretly looking forward to seeing him, though she was determined to not see his face again after the date. Yet, there was that familiar sense of disappointment and of a slight frustration that he was unable to keep another one of his damn promises.
Amy sighed and turned towards the wall, allowing a tear roll down across her face.
Suddenly, her door bell rang.
She almost jumped out of her bed in fright. Her eyes widened as she realized that her clock was merely a few seconds early, and that Sonic really was here to pick her up and to bring her on a...date.
No good.
She put her hand on her pounding chest, growling at it and demanding that it shut up.
Another ring.
Amy was batting her foot nervously as her original reflexes were screaming to take control of her actions and open the door for him.
She heard the front door creak open and heard his voice call her name. She hadn't locked the door, because she absolutely DID NOT want to fix that. Cursing silently, she clutched her blanket and shut her eyes tightly. Her ears twitched when she heard her bedroom door open.
"Heh, playing that game, huh, Ames?"
The pink hedgehog frowned when the lights were switched on.
Sonic walked towards the bed. "I did win the game, Amy. Rules are rules, so you gotta go out with me, like it or not. You like it though, don't you. You just don't wanna admit it. Come on. Make life easier for both of us, will ya? I've already gotten everything planned out."
He arranged everything? Amy wondered.
"Plus, I can so tell you're faking, and not just by your irregular breathing pattern. You and I both know that you can't even blink after seven thirty."
He knew her so well.
"And considering how much of a neat freak you are," he continued, and Amy swore she could feel his gaze baring through her blankets, "you would freak out if you realized that you dumped your pj's on the floor."
CRAP! Amy mentally slapped herself. She had forgotten all about that.
There was a sudden change in temperature as Sonic suddenly yanked the comforter off the bed. It was cold now, and Amy was chilled to the core, yelping and reaching for the blanket hanging from Sonic's hands. She missed though, and ended up colliding into Sonic himself. There was a long moment of silence as Sonic's arms were wrapped around her. He finally broke the ice. "I really didn't think you would wear this kind of outfit when you knew I was coming. Hinting something, are we?"
Amy retreated and looked at him questionably, looking down at herself to see what he meant.
...oh.
A white, see-through tank top and mini shorts...really mini shorts.
She should've stuck with the baggy t-shirt.
"Get out!" She jumped up and started pushing Sonic out of her bedroom.
"Aw!" Sonic complained. "But you look so hot in that outfit! Can't I observe?"
"Heck no!" Amy really wasn't having much success in Sonic's venture out the door.
Suddenly, her back was against the wall and Sonic's hands were on the wall on either side of her
"I'm wondering if this is all part of your flirtatious intentions," Sonic purred huskily, his minty-fresh breath easing up Amy's jaw. "The unlocked door and the showy outfit."
His face was slowly approaching hers as he said this, having Amy try to sink farther into the wall in futile efforts. Her muzzle was redder than Knuckles could ever be.
"N-No way!" she exclaimed. "It's cause I knew you'd break the door again and that's so annoying!"
"So you were waiting for me?" His breath was close enough to be hot against her face now.
"No! But there's really no way out of it!"
She shut her eyes when his face was barely a centimeter from hers, cringing and hoping he wasn't going to steal another forceful smooch from her, or more.
He didn't, instead retreating and telling her to put on some clothes that are socially acceptable for the outdoor civilization. She grumbled as he headed for the door. He looked over his shoulder and looked at Amy up and down. "Seriously, though. I wanna see you wearing that more often."
"GET OUT!"
Sonic ducked as a flying projectile whizzed past him, and he closed the door behind him and pulled out his cell phone from his glove. Chuckling, he snapped it open and checked out his pictures, bringing up one of Amy herself, wearing that very outfit a couple of seconds ago. He had snapped it when he had her against the wall, and he sure wasn't going to be putting this cellphone down for a while.
I would try to make it better, but I'm so sleepy...bye