Sonic would see no shame in admitting that he could easily be referred to as an old fashioned, homeless dinosaur. The very word 'telephone' appeared so '3015' to him, although he had quite the brains when dealing with anything Tails-related. It was more of the simple things that stunned him. Sure, he used tele-communicators and advanced portals and airplanes and, his favorites, televisions and PS3s. Yet, he could honestly say that he had never, in his life, used the Internet.
He had no basis of knowledge in regards to how to work the search engine, how to access Google - he'd heard of its many wonders, and decided it would be the best place to start - and what to do with the billions of links that came up. Before their date, Sonic had been up until two in the morning in an effort to search for good dating locations. He had been dumbfounded at how the Internet worked, and as a result vowed to become familiar with such awesomeness as soon as possible. Had Tails been aware of such abhorrence, he would have cried.
Besides the obvious, the cyber world had proved to be of immense use to Sonic. He had been able to find the location of a fancy restaurant next to the beach, learned of a hushed-up appearance of one of Amy's favorite musicians, and came to know of an anonymous set-up for dancing, all prepared specifically for the harvest festival. Their first feat was the search of the mini concert, which had been accessed through dark alleyways and secret cafes found within the center of the old-fashioned neighborhood. They had come into a courtyard of sorts and had placed themselves along the rock wall shielding a gorgeously planted flower garden, observing a multitude of people - computer experts, Sonic humorously reckoned - rush into the area. The sun beamed brightly, landing its heat directly onto the hidden encampment as couples, children, and adults placed themselves onto the floor, which was constructed of many large stones of various colors, or onto the matching stone wall that squared around the yard. Although buildings secreted its presence, the courtyard recieved fresh dose of sunlight, the results being seen in the various colors of the flowers and plants. Amy squealed excitably when Jason Mraz stepped onto the small, built-up stage before the crowd. She planted an appreciative kiss onto Sonic's muzzle after, thanking him with all her heart for bringing her to see the artist. The crowd was on their feet throughout the entire show, and Jason was evidently fueling off of their enthusiasm. For a free show in the middle of nowhere, he did well.
Next was a stop at one of the quiet cafes they'd run through to get to the concert. The two enjoyed pleasant interchange of dialogue over coffee and chilidogs, much to Sonic's delight. Frankly, them boys were the best dogs he'd ever tasted, and the couple enthusiasticaly agreed to come back to the comfortable domain as their new hangout.
Their date continued at the sandy beaches next to the market festival, where the love hogs played a romanticized version of tag along the splashing coast, a scene expected in multiple young-love romance films. For once, Sonic tolerated the water, almost to the extent of liking its cold touch. Amy had been the first to splash him, giggling hysterically as she fled from possible payback. Her running had slowed as water kicked up and soaked the hem of her dress from the run, but she didn't care of it. Wearing a grin, Sonic had dashed over and grabbed her waist from behind, kicking up water with his bare foot as Amy screamed and tried to avoid getting wet. There was no doubt to any partakers of such a scene that the hedgehogs were madly in love. And what a beautiful thing it was to behold, love at work! There was something so magical and unbearably captivating of its acts. Even amist the most secretive of hearts, love played the favorite of any situation.
There came to be a point where they tripped over each other and were consumed by a wave that leaped over their fallen bodies. Amy's jaw dropped as she raised, gawking at her soaked fur and newly bought dress. She looked back up at Sonic, whose fur was now handsomely darkened and from whom drips of water fell from his spikes and the tip of his nose. With a bashful grin, he shrugged. A smile dared to pick at Amy's lips as she announced her intention of retribution, and she laughily chased after the Blue Blur with comical vengeance in mind.
When finally exhausted - and soaked beyond their skin - the two placed themselves on a bench on the beach, hoping the sun's bask would dry their drenched bodies. Luckily for Sonic, he'd be dry in no time. He'd have to wait for his date though, who was squeezing as much water from her dress as she could. She giggled amid the process and finally gave up the endeavor, following Sonic's example and leaning back against the wooden fence seperating the sand from the market place. They both closed their eyes, allowing the sun to warm them and the sounds of the waves colliding onto the beach, the mingling voices of flying sea gulls, and the faint sound of the busy market in the distance, to calm them. Amy sighed contently and Sonic opened one eye to glance at her peaceful smile. He knew Amy loved the beach. It was her favorite place in the whole world, she had told him. Every time she came, she became immensely captivated by the way the sun glistened onto the sea, causing it to look like a platform of glistening crystals that almost called out for you to walk upon them. The sea brought such tranquility, washing away with its tide any worries one felt. Sonic smiled, watching the flow carry out the retreaving waves and, hopefully, Amy's doubts with them.
The day carried on with multiple shopping bags and a few more festival performances. Much too quickly though, the sun was beginning to set, allowing the final quarter of the date to commence. Sonic led Amy to an exquisite restuarant next to the shore - oh yes, another wonderous result of cyber space! Funnily enough, the one access to this restaurant was through the many alleyways and secret cafes, just as the secret performances throughout the day. Despite its low and almost hidden profile, the place was packed, and had Sonic not been so well known for his heroic deeds, they would not have been seated. Amy had been blown away by the interior design of the restaurant and the general splendor of the establishment. Expensive furnishings of leather couches and chairs, beautiful marble top tables, adjoined by choice paintings and decorations, had been placed among the beige painted room. Each table was delicately adorned with a set of white candles and lavender colored flowers spread about.
As cruel as it may have been for the ones waiting patiently in line, Sonic and his girl were rushed in straight away. They were placed in one of the finest seats of the perimeter, positioned upon the restaurant's patios precisely on the beach. The sun had begun retreating behind the sea as thet ate, the pink, orange, and purple skies pushing it away with breath-taking maneuvers. The patio had been close enough to the coast to hear the waves and to breathe in its salt. A fine position it was!
Upon finishing their fantastic meals, the couple ventured again through the neighborhood's secret pathways and restaurants, coming to another courtyard. Here, a deck of sorts hd been constructed as a floor for dancing, added by a higher levelled stage being used by a nicely dressed boys band. On the other side was another platform, used instead for a few cheap tables and chairs and a small bar.
"Heh," Sonic commented, bringing his fists to his hips. "Pretty cool!" Amy remained silent, dreading the scene before her.
Dancing. And not just 'any' dancing.
Couples dancing. What did such a scene make her and Sonic? Everything had finally clicked, and she saw that she had forgotten what had been her intention against his purpose, what she'd been stubbornly working on for the past agonizing week. Her heart meant more than what a day's pleasure could offer, she knew, and she'd been dumb enough to think that a mere day wouldn't hurt. But it would hurt. It would hurt a whole lot. Because the day had been so perfect, so amazing, and now she had a taste of what it could be like. And it had taken a costly day to figure that out.
"I found this place, you know," Sonic continued proudly, bringing a finger under his nose. "What do you think of it, Ames?"
He turned his grin to her, feeling rather high about himself and rightly proud over how well he presumed the day would continue. At Amy's silence, though, he saw that the day's success rates had come ot a possible termination. His grin fell. "Um, how 'bout we sit down?"
She silently agreed, making her way to one of the plastic tables and plopping herself into a chair. Sonic's efforts for breaking the unexpected ice didn't pass too well. For the next eight minutes, his efforts in wooing her back into his favor failed miserably. Her answers to his desperate inquiries in casual talk were seldom any longer than a word. If he was lucky, there'd be a sentence. Slightly vexed by her stubborn composure, he sighed in defeat, plaquing his cheek into his palm and switching his gaze over to the band. Its members were quite young, graduates, wearing white suits and each possessing a different color tie and belt. They were good; really good. They had potential, enough that Sonic would be able to say in a year's time that he had seen them before anyone else had. It was slightly bewildering, beholding future super stars.
The song retreated into its final chords. The main singer playing piano, wearing a red tie and belt, fingered a crescendoed arpeggio and decreased his volume as he went back down the keyboard, and he concluded the system with a final note and rested on it. Slowly, he raised his hands with the petal, and the music cut. The crowd cheered and the band gave little bows, Sonic clapping along with them. Amy made no notion of the sort, currently amid the battle of whether she should walk out or stay. Had she not forfeited the entire day thus far anyways? What more could she lose?
She glanced over at Sonic.
"Thank you." The lead singer leaned into the mic, addressing the crowd as he patted a few major chords on the baby grand. "This next one is a favorite of ours. Nice and slow for all you love birds. Awesome meaning, we think. Ladies and gents, this is our cover of "Anywhere But Here" by Safety Suit."
The crowd cheered as the leader continued pressing chords, unlike in the original, and after two bars the pig wearing yellow began to strum in. As the majority of couples immedietly filed to the dance floor, Amy's eyes widened as Sonic glanced back at Amy. Their eyes locked.
It was their song.
It hadn't been an official agreement; in fact, Amy still believed it to be all in her head. But it was enough that they'd shared a specific favorism towards that song and connected them somehow, as if through the deep thoughts amid the lyrics. Sonic had winked at her when they heard it on the radio - and such a hearing on The Mix had made Amy gasp, the group being so unknown - raising a finger and saying with a grin, "This has always been a fav of mine. Dunno why, since I'm not that big of a fan of soft songs. But, I dunno. Something kinda...soothing about it, ya know?"
Yeah, she knew. There was something so endearing about the song that it brought Amy to tears so many times when she just sat and listened to the lyrics. From that day on, they would play it when they could in each others' company, and they would just sit back and listen to each others' breathing mingling in with their song, thinking of each other.
Gazing into each others' eyes, they saw, at that moment as the stars began to appear above them, that this song would either end everything they had or start their forever. In four minutes, this song would uncover whether they would make it.
This was it.
As fruitless as this chapter is, it really was the best I could manage. The story is almost coming to a close though. Forgive me for the waits.