Crashed CHAPTER 6

"S-Silver? What are you doing here?" I opened the door and stumbled backwards when Silver pushed past me, rushing towards Blaze.

"I need to talk to you. Now." Silver gripped onto Blaze's arm, staring into her eyes with a blazing fire.

"Silver? My god what happened to your face!?" Blaze reached up to gently touch the dark bruise marking his jaw.

I stared in disbelief. It's just like my dream.

Silver's expression remained hardened, unfazed by the touch. He didn't flinch at all when the cat kissed it. "He's not listening to me Blaze, last night he—" He stopped talking, glancing over at me. His eyes examined me up and down. "Blaze, come with me please."

"What's going on guys? Why is Silver here right now?" I stepped towards the middle of the living room where the pair was standing. "Why are you so mad?"

"Rouge, this doesn't concern you."

Blaze looked at me. Her ears flattened. "Rouge, can you please give us some privacy for a moment?"

I nodded, assuming whatever they were talking about was of no importance to me.

But that bruise, Silver's anger, the clothes he was wearing; it was all just like my dream last night. Was it possible it… actually happened? Or was my mind creating false scenarios?

I sat on my bed, fidgeting with my hands. I was fighting the intense urge to eavesdrop, as I desperately wanted to know what happened to him. What made him so angry.

I jumped when my phone chirped.

Hey Rouge, it's Knuckles. I'm srry about what happened 2night. I was able 2 find ur number, I hope this isn't weird. I shouldn't have drove off like that. But u rlly did upset me. I probably shouldn't have tried 2 kiss u, but I rlly hate waiting. I like u a lot, and I just wish u would give me a chance. Plz stop pushing me away. I'd like 2 make it up 2 u tomorrow, since it's gonna be Saturday. Plz let me know.

After reading his horribly written text, I turned the phone off and threw it to the side. I did not want to deal with Knuckles right now. In fact, I didn't want to deal with anything right now. Having him ditch me like that, and Shadow showing up and making me feel weird, tonight has just been way too much for me.

But wait. How did Knuckles get my number? I don't remember ever giving it to him. I know for sure Cream wouldn't have told him.

Frustrated, I gripped the sheet on my bed, as if it was going to pull itself around me and will my problems away.

I fell back into the mattress and stared at the door blankly, waiting rather impatiently. I was not ready for sleep yet, especially if the dreams of him will come back.

But I knew I couldn't avoid them, they came back every single night.

"Rouge?" Blaze's quiet voice broke the silence in my room.

"Yeah?" I sat up.

Blaze crossed the threshold into my room, shutting the door behind her. "I need to talk to you."

My ears perked up involuntarily. "Y-yeah?"

"You haven't… encountered anyone weird lately, have you?"

"W-what? Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Just please answer me. This is important."

The intense look in her eyes scared me, just a little. "Besides Knuckles? No."

"Are you sure, Rouge?"

"Yes."

She looked away and sighed. "I just need you to be honest with me. You realize I just want to protect you, right?"

"Um, yeah but—"

"Have you had anymore weird dreams lately?" She questioned further.

"Why the hell are you acting so weird right now?" I scooted away from her, back towards the wall.

"Rouge, it's just very important that you answer me right now." She sat in front of me, crossing her legs on my bed.

Instead of fighting, I just told her everything. I told her about Shadow, about my dreams, and about how Knuckles left me tonight. However, I only told Blaze about the first time I met him. I didn't feel like mentioning our encounter tonight, especially after the way it left me with stupid butterflies in my stomach.

Blaze continued to confuse me when she just stared and nodded, disappointment evident in her facial features.

Why do I always feel like everything I tell her is never what she's looking for?

What's happened to us?

It's like I almost die, and that suddenly makes me not worthy of her trust, or her friendship, or anything along those lines. Something just isn't right, and I need to find out what.

Her arms were suddenly around me, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry, things are just weird right now. Please understand."

I weakly hugged her back. "It's alright, I guess."

"Just stay away from Shadow, alright? He's really messed up."

"How do you know that?"

"Silver used to be friends with him—" She said quickly, hesitating. "I don't care what you feel when you're with him, you need to stay away. For more reasons than you want to know."

And with that, she let go of me and stood, moving towards the door. "Silver and I are going out for a bit. Please stay here."

I sighed and offered a nod, falling back into my sheets again.

I don't understand what could be so wrong with Shadow that means I have to avoid him. The fact that she didn't even tell me why makes it all very sketchy. Does she really expect me to obey her like a lapdog when she is so vague like that?

Even if I attempt to avoid Shadow, I have a feeling he won't make any attempt to avoid me.

Silver said the same thing to Shadow in my dream though, now that I remember. That's odd.

But it was just a dream…

I moved myself to the window seat across from my bed, which I had adorned with many pillows and plush blankets, making it one of my favorite places to relax. It was only big enough for one person to lie down, but even then I couldn't stretch out my legs.

This seat was the place I occupied every time something bothered me, if I wasn't going to sit at the top of the gazebo at the park—flying gave me the advantage of resting on the top of the roof, where no one could interrupt my thoughts. I stared out the window that looked over the small area of parking lot straight below and the large trees in the distance.

I sighed, leaning my head against the glass. Oh Shadow, what am I gonna do about you?

…

When I opened my eyes, I was still in my window seat. I guess I fell asleep here.

But when I got up to move to my bed, I knew something wasn't right.

I was already in my bed.

"This is impossible. How could there be…?" Two of me?

I watched as the other me sat up in my bed, staring at the door as the doorknob was fumbled with from the outside. My eyes were wide with horror.

"Come on, you're not a pussy." I told my other self. I wouldn't hide like that.

Rouge Two either wouldn't listen, or couldn't hear me. She just stared at the door, clutching a pillow to her chest. I noticed her smeared mascara. She was crying.

The door opened, and she flung her pillow at the figure that stepped through.

It was Shadow.

The look on Rouge Two's face instantly changed from terror to happiness as Shadow rushed to her, concern all over his face.

Referring to myself as another person is freaking me out.

"Sh-Shadow I—"

"I know, I know."

"I didn't mean it—"

Shadow didn't even let the other me finish, because he kissed her.

Shadow was kissing me. And it looked like I was enjoying it.

I watched as my hands ran over his quills, as his tongue explored my mouth, as his hands raced over my body.

Boy, was I enjoying it.

He pulled away for only a second, wiping the mascara from my muzzle, and kissing my cheeks. "I don't like it when you cry," he whispered.

The other me shook her head, pulling him back to kiss her. Only this time, it was slower and sensual.

"Shadow!" I shouted, moving to try to yank him from the other body that copied my form. My hands went straight through him, and I fell forward. I sat up on my elbows, glaring at them from the floor.

I was angry. I was angry because I had to sit here and watch this total stranger explore me, while I couldn't do anything about it.

But… I almost didn't want to. Obviously this version of me wanted it. Wanted him.

But this was also a dream… I knew it deep inside of me.

My view of the couple was only of Shadow's backside, which was still in the air as he leaned over to kiss Rouge Two. I had to admit, it wasn't a bad sight.

Suddenly he was yanked forward, and not a second later was a shirt thrown across the room, hitting the wall before it fell to the floor.

That was one of my shirts…

I closed my eyes for a bit, trying to ignore the noises they were making. That was my voice. My voice moaning along with Shadow's.

Eventually I couldn't stand it, and I pushed myself off the floor. My goal was to leave my own room, but when I saw what was on my bed I froze.

I was naked, pressed firmly against Shadow as he bounced us up and down. The other me was straddling his lap while Shadow sat on his knees (well, more like bounced on his knees), with his hands on the wall on either side of me. How he manages to move like that without hitting Other Me's head against the wall, I will probably never know.

Or will I…

I shook my head. You aren't supposed to fantasize about having sex with Shadow. You aren't supposed to dream about it.

Why the fuck am I dreaming about this. Why can't I just wake up.

I spun to face the opposite direction, clutching my ears. Stop moaning, please stop moaning.

I tried the door, only to find I can't open it. The knob won't turn at all. It's not even locked.

Wow, aren't I great at making sure I have privacy.

I'm stuck in the room that's occupied by my clone and the hot guy I've been dreaming about, while he was plunging inside of her.

I wonder how big he is.

I shook my head again, as if I could force the thought to fly out of my ear. I silently scolded myself for thinking such things.

Rouge Two suddenly make the loudest moan I've ever heard myself make, and I turned slightly to see her with her back arched and her face towards the ceiling, letting Shadow suck on her breasts while she was in the middle of what I assume was an orgasm.

Holy fuck. Shadow must be very fucking good at what he's doing.

I huddled back into my window seat, hugging my legs to my chest. Ignore them, ignore them, ignore them…

I heard the front door unlocking, along with the sounds of Rouge Two and Shadow scrambling to get off each other and probably find the clothes they hastily threw to the floor.

…

My body was drenched in sweat when I woke up.

I checked my underwear, ensuring what happened in my dream didn't come through to reality. Aside from sweat, they were dry.

When I slammed into my pillow, I tried my best to erase the images from my dream, but with little success.

I was angry with myself when I realized it just made my attraction towards Shadow so much stronger.

Okay, maybe avoiding him wasn't gonna be as easy as I thought.

Quick author's note (I know I never do this anymore, I'll probably remove this later):

I just apologize if anything is off in this chapter, as I didn't check it and just uploaded it. It's late and I just wanted to finish it and get it out before I went to bed. I'll most likely revise it tomorrow. Reviews are always appreciated 3 Let me know what you think of this story so far, because I feel like it's not cared for very much xD