Unfortunately for Sonic, Amy did not come out in the short shorts and tankie. She dressed it ridiculously down in hope that her effortless looks were enough to call off the date. But nope, Sonic would take her everything, even her baggy three-quarter jeans and cozy green sweater. She looked great to him anyways, even without the makeup and done up hair. She had muttered a ridicule as he led her of to their destination, and such a rarity brought a loud outburst of laughter on Sonic's part, as her wording had been plain amusing.
She had had the origininal intentions of having her lips locked tight throughout the entire day, refusing to utter a peep. Such ambitions demised in less than five minutes, her stiffled giggles turning into cramping laughs at Sonic's jokes and funny remarks. Admittably, Sonic always had had a startling ability in humorous critism, pointing to other people and jokingly bringing out their obvious faults. He did so only in the presence of his closest friends though, and he would never intend to hurt someone's feelings in their face. As long as they didn't know, it doesn't matter, he reasoned.
After a pleasant stoll in the park, Sonic brought his date (how he loved the ring to it!) to a humble yet fairly popular fast food restaurant, where they had specials on chili-dogs and burgers. This was the place where people who wanted to feel rich came to, getting that 5-star feeling as they were being served pizza and BLT angus burgers. Seriously, no one wanted to spend fifty bucks on lamb chops, after all, but getting served was nice, no?
Sonic and Amy used to come to this place fairly often when the two were bored or needed to vent or something. Throughout the years, they had remained close friends and told each other everything, becoming each others' means of support. Actually, their habitual gathering to this lowly restaurant ended when he proposed.
They were led to a table next to a large window that allowed the sun to grace its presence within the room, giving it a comfortable warmth. They had always sat in this booth, and their initials carved into the wooden window frame still remained from two years ago. Amy giggled at the sight every time. The male guide placed the menus in front of them and headed out, as the snobby French man did often, leaving Amy to tell of her co-worker's four-wheeling mishaps.
"She just fell off," Amy laughed. "It hadn't even started yet!"
Sonic spit the water back into the bottle he bought at the corner store, beginning to choke as he burst into hysterical laughing. Amy found Sonic's reaction the most amusing, as he brought the gazes of other clients towards their table. When their laughter died down and tears were wiped from the banter, the two set their attention on their menus.
"Need I ask?" Amy's voice called through the menus.
"Nope." Sonic set the menu down and brought his arms into a head cushion. "Two chili-dogs, Iced Tea mixed with Fruitopia, and-"
"Fries on the side," Amy finished with a giggle.
Sonic winked at her. "You know best. But what are you taking this time?"
"Hm..." The menu was graciously cheap here, thank gosh. Amy had tried every single meal on it too, as she was one who adored variety.
"Wait, wait, I know," Sonic butted in. "You're gonna get chicken nuggets so that you can try that new sauce they're advertising."
"Eh! There's a new sauce!" Sonic nodded towards the small cardboard standing on the table that featured the very thing.
"Yep!" Amy exclaimed. "Getting that, with a garden salad."
"Of course. And a Coke with that? Ugh, can't believe you like that stuff."
"Yeah, well, you like chili-dogs, so you shouldn't talk."
"Haha! Hey, those are, like, classics. People have never come to be truly alive until the genius who created those babies-"
"Hello!"
The two looked up to a teenage wolf with way too much make-up, holding a small notebook and looking at them expectantly.
"I'm Krystal," she said with a pur. "I'll be your server today. We have a special on ice cream sundaes where you get one and get the second one free. So, have you decided on your drinks?"
"We've figured it all out, actually," Sonic spoke, casting another wink at Amy. He repeated their orders, and the girl who was giving him too many smiles for Amy's liking headed back to the kitchen. Amy looked down at herself as the waitress left, and she regretted not trying to look better for the date. She should have put on eye liner, at least, or have worn a shirt with more clevage...
Her contemplation was snatched again when Sonic began talking about another fight he and Knuckles had had. Recalling the bruises, Sonic laughed at how his friend had somehow concluded that Sonic was planning on grabbing the Chaos Emerald and running abroad with Rouge. Their conversation continued to vary until Krystal came back with their meals and drinks, and Amy noticed that her shirt was much lower than it had been earlier, especially as she bent down to overdramatically put Sonic's plate in front of him. She didn't leave fast enough.
Amy started fidgeting with her salad, seperating the radishes and the cheese slices from the pack. As usual, Sonic leaned over with his fork and jabbed the cast aways.
"Wait, you missed one!" Amy pointed to a tiny slice of radish like it was a Daddy-long-legs spider. Sonic grabbed it with a chuckle.
"See how easy this is, Ames?"
"What is?"
"Being together."
Her breath got caught in her throat. She only exhaled when she was sure she'd suffocate. Sonic made sure that their gaze was fixed on each other, his expression intent and serious. It was ruined though, that one moment of sincerity.
"By the way," Krystal was suddenly standing before them again, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, which was seriously inappropriate if you're working in a restaurant and handling food. "I'm a huge fan, Sonic!"
Sonic sighed at Amy's escape, as she was now intently focusing on the food and the now-interesting life outside.
"DON'T caaaaarrrre!" Sonic groaned, because this sort of thing happened way too often at the wrong moments.
"But you see-"
Sonic didn't even look at her now, turning himself to the side and joining Amy in the enjoyment of the mild and unchanging scenery outside. With a "hmph!" and a stomped heel, Krystal left, and the awkwardness between the two lovers continued on as Amy avoided Sonic's eyes. She focused on her salad, and then looked over to her chicken nuggets. She picked one up and dipped it into the apple flavored chicken sauce, and took a bite. It tasted like crap.
Reaching out her hand, she went for the ketchup bottle, which Sonic had already picked up and was handing to her. When their hands made contact, Amy jerked away, feeling like an electric shock ran through her stared at each other for a few seconds before Amy looked down and muttered an apology. Sonic sighed sadly and started to slowly munch at his chilidogs. They didn't really taste that great anymore.
Amy lifted her head and peeked up at him, feeling a pang of guilt for pulling away. Sighing, she reached over again for the ketchup and squirted it next to her chicken. Nothing but a fart came out, leaving Amy with a mad blush in embarasment. Sonic used this as an opportunity to ease the environment.
"Amy!" he gasped. "I never would have thought that you were the sort! Seriously, to fart in public like that!"
"It wasn't me!" she defended audibly. "It was the bottle! The bottle!"
"Su-re. Whatever you say, Ames," he mused back, taking a fry.
"It was! See?" She squeesed the bottle to demonstrate, but the ketchup had decided to smoothly comply and ease through the hole without a sound.
"You can try all you want to cover it up, but you and I both know that you really shouldn't eat those nuggets."
With that, he leaned over and picked from Amy's plate, plopping a nugget into his mouth.
"Hey! Who told you you could have that!"
Things were on comfortable terms again, much to Sonic' s relief. The day wouldn't be long enough, he concluded, when he noticed Krystal yelling at her manager and stomping out. She SO got fired.
Yes, I'm still alive. I sincerely do apolgize for the gaps in time of updates, but my life is so busy and terribly emotional and stupid, and I've been crying and crying like crazy, cause, ya know, I'm sixteen, and stupid puberty is making me think negetively.
I do apologize also for how lame this chapter is, but there was an anomynus (however you spell it) reviewer who wanted to continue the story and that sent warning lights in my head. Your intentions, Somebody, could very well have been good. I do apologize if you had good intentions, but it was the wording and how you called yourself that made me think that you may be trying to steal my story. Thanks for the offer, but I can honestly say this: Even if the world is coming to an end, I WILL finish all of my stories that I have already put into progress on this site, even if I don't update for half a year. That is my objective.
Anyways, because I'm working at Mc Donalds, I get all the latest news on stuff. If it's the same as it is in Canada, then people, TRY THEIR NEW APPLE AND OAT MC FLURRY AND THEIR BANANA AND CHOCOLATE PIE. I've tried them both. I like the mc flurry, and I like the chocolate part of the pie. As for the banana...if you like medicine, go for it. And yeah, they had that Christmas special on nugget sauce too, and the cranberry or something one got sold out, but there is an over stockage of the apple flavored. Haven't tried them, but I got an idea that it ain't that great.
As for "Krystal", I was thinking about the wolf from Starfox. I HATE her!
Anyways, please, remember that I WILL finish this story, even if it takes a while. Just so much going on.
By the way, should I go for a Romeo and Juliet balcony thing, or fireworks and the park? I came up with two different endings for this, so...tell me! Though, maybe the park one would be better...