All Characters Belong to Sega except Crystal, John, and Diamond.

Ch.16 Twisted Thoughts

I walked downstairs and into the empty kitchen. I rubbed my bloodshot eyes. I'd been crying all night, even in my sleep I was crying. I poured myself some coffee, thinking that some caffeine would wake me up to reality and at least get me a good start to a nice sunny day. Though, who was I going to spend it with? Crystal was at Diamond's job for "Bring your Child to Work Day", Cream was out of town for the week, and Sonic- I couldn't force myself to think about that situation. I would break out crying over a cup of coffee in an empty kitchen. I heard footsteps coming down the steps. I stiffened, knowing Sonic was the one coming downstairs. I wondered if I should hide or stay and face him. He hadn't gone out his room since he had left the balcony, seconds after I left. I thought about the cold look of hatred Sonic had given me on the balcony. I wanted to think that that was yesterday and this was a new day. I took a deep breath before Sonic stepped through the doorway. His eyes were redder than mine. From anger or from hurt? "Morning," I said, a small smile coming upon my face. His eyes went to me and they filled with the same hatred. He ignored my greeting and went to the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of milk and set it on the counter. His movements were slow and tired. His eyes didn't even glance back at me.

I sighed in defeat. He really did hate me. He heard my sigh, but ignored it anyway. He poured some milk in the blender. Next, he got out some eggs. Then some blueberries and bananas. He poured a little vanilla yogurt into the blender as well. I scrunched up my face in disgust. He put the lid on the blender and started it. He leaned against the counter, still refusing to look at me. I looked down at my coffee and took a sip. Bitter. I had forgotten the sugar and cream. I got some cream out of the refrigerator and poured it into my mug. Sonic held out his hand, offering the sugar container. The second I grabbed it, his hand pulled away as if he wanted to make sure he steered clear of any hand contact. "Thanks," I murmured. He ignored me again. I was actually wondering why he was mad at me.

I handed Sonic the sugar container back after pouring some in my coffee. He took it, without looking at me. He stopped the blender and dumped a pile of sugar into the blue gooey mess. He put the lid back on and let the blender continue. "Is that some kind of energy drink," I asked. Even though he wasn't looking at me, his eyes flashed with irritation.

"Yea," he muttered. His voice was still cold, but he was probably too tired to put any real hatred into it. At seven o' clock in the morning, I was surprised I was up myself. Especially in the summer. That was my time to sleep late in the mornings.

"What is it," I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going. He looked like he just got up and I didn't want to wait for his anger to get fully heated, so I wanted to take advantage that he was at least talking to me.

"Blueberry Bazooka."

"Is it…good?"

"Why did you think I put sugar in it?"

"Oh, it's nasty."

"Terrible. Coach, makes all of us drink this. He gave out recipes and everything."

"Involving sugar?"

"Nope."

"Wow, Sonic the Hedgehog being a rebel. How…different."

"And Amy Rose acting like nothing's happening. How…usual."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"What are you saying?"

"Forget it, like you ever understand anything anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"My point exactly."

"I'm trying to be nice."

"No you're 'trying' to act innocent and it's not working."

"I'm not acting."

"Did you want a standing ovation for last night's performance?"

"I meant those things."

"Sure you did."

"I really do love you though." He faked a laugh. It came out dark and bitter.

"Nice joke Ames. Where do you come up with these things?" I was on the verge to tears.

"It's not a joke, it's my feelings."

"And I love stuffed animals, see how much we have in common," he said sarcastically, coldly. He was actually looking at me now, though his green pools were filled with anger and mock. I felt a tear slid down my cheek. I think saw a little flash of softness in Sonic's eyes, but it vanished quickly.

"Is the little baby crying because the big bad hedgehog doesn't love her," he mocked. I bit my lip to keep myself from going over there and smacking his head off his shoulders.

"No," I said, wiping away the tear. More came down.

"What's your problem," Sonic asked as if he really didn't care.

"You're being really mean Sonic," I whispered. He shrugged.

"Then move. Go. Run. Cry your eyes out. Do something. Oh I know," he stopped and smiled one of his old mischievous cute smiles before it turned into a dark frown, "Cry a river, name it Pathetic Tears, build a bridge, call it the Heartbreak Road, and get over it."

"Sonic, stop being like this," I choked out between my falling tears.

"Why? You said you would love me no matter what so… You still love me now, Amy the Beaver."

"How did you find out about that name?"

"Oh I don't know. A few good football buddies with the I.Q. of peanut, but the bodies of gods can really be a lot of help to do a little research."

"Sonic, please don't-"

"Call you that? Alright, since you said please: we can call you Beaver the Ballerina. Or brace face."

"I never even told you about my braces."

"They didn't look good either. Yearbooks are so useful these days."

"You went through my stuff?"

"You're a heavy sleeper. I mean last night when you were crying in sleep mode and I was sneaking around, you heard nothing nor did you wake up."

"Sonic, what's going on in your twisted mind right now? Shouldn't it be Scourge you're taking all your rage out on? Why me? I didn't do anything."

"Wrong again. You do everything to try and get my attention. You're annoying, you're selfish, and you're dramatic. What do you want from me anyway? For my success? For my intelligence? What? Why are you still even here?"

"I'm here because I love you. When will you get that through your wacko brain, Sonic? I may be all those things, but I want your attention because that's the thing that makes me feel that I'm something. That I'm not just a waste of space. That I have a reason for existing. A boy actually liked me. A boy actually loved me. The most intelligent, honest, nice, talented, and hottest guy I've ever met loved me whether he wants to admit or not. He told me so and I believed him and I loved him back. I still do. I always will; no matter how much he tries to push me away." Sonic's eyes flashed with surprise, but hatred took away the mock, the sarcasm, even the amused look in his eyes was gone. His eyes were cold now. I backed up against the table as he took a step closer. I'd seen his rage come out and I didn't want to be near it. He was suddenly in front of me. His arms on either side of me so that I couldn't get away. I stared into his cold eyes, terrified. Was he going to hurt me or was he going to do the same thing John did to my mother? I wished for neither.

"Sonic, please don't do anything you'll regret," I stuttered out. No amusement flashed in his eyes of my fear.

"Who ever said I would regret it," he said darkly.

"You love me-"

"No I don't. I hate you remember."

"No you don't. The night before you're hate feeling, you loved me. You said so."

"Did I? I don't recall." His hands went up to my arms. I put my hands on his chest, ready to push him away if I needed to, but part of me liked his closeness. The smell of his faded cologne, the warmth of his fur, the way his hands held my arms.

"You did. I had stolen the cheese spray and you chased me around. When I had locked you out, you said you loved me from behind the door. Then you said again after I playfully said I hated you. You said it again after that kiss you said you would lay on me when you caught me. You had said it after you hit me with a pillow and tickled me until I begged for mercy." I pecked his lips softly. But after one peck, I couldn't stop. I kissed him again, my hands gripping his shirt down. His grip on my arms tightened, hurting me. He wanted me to stop, but it was because he knew it was bringing out the love in him that he didn't want to show. He wanted to be mad at me for whatever reason, but I didn't want him to. He pushed me away gently, my back hitting the table hard though.

"Ow," I said. I looked over shoulder to see that my back was pushed against the side of the table roughly, and painfully. I looked back up at Sonic to see his eyes full of anger instead of hatred. He wasn't looking at me though. He was looking down. "Sonic," I asked softly. His eyes reluctantly went back to me and hatred was back in them.

"Amy, just don't," he said.

"I love you," I murmured. His grips tightened again. "I'm not taking it back," I said.

"What do I have to do to get you to just leave me alone?"

"You want me to leave you alone?"

"That's all I ever wanted, but I got caught up." The hatred lifted leaving his eyes blank, no emotion on his face.

"I'm saying sorry because I liked being with you. I'm in love with you Sonic. If I can't block my feelings, than how are you?" He didn't answer, just walked away. Leaving me alone in my own twisted thoughts.

Wow, not one of my best chaps. Kind of dark and depressing. Sorry bout that. I mean it's 2011, we all supposed to be happy nd then i come out with this moody stuff. Well that's my part of my job bein different. Anyway, Sonic was going to hurt her, but decided not to cause well... not spoling anything so calm down. No he's not in love with her. He doesn't even like her anymore in case you guys thought i was going to say that. Yes he does hate her and he meant everything he said on that episode. Um, anyway PLEASE REVIEW!