List: IHeartSonAmy, Rugtugba, Koollolly, Zeldaskeeper, Shizuku Tsukishima749, ZehHyperactiveAuthor, Leah 'L's' the hedgehog, and Lupus Silvae!
Whoo, I'm back peepz! Yep, I decided to just get back to writing on this story, 'cause I have a lot of ideas right now, and some of them are dying to be written. Sorry, for those of you who are only here for the kitchen explosion, that'll come later. I'm too excited about this one…anyway, thank you all so much for the kind reviews! Onwards, march!
Chapter six
Still My Son, Part One
It wasn't fair.
He was the only one who couldn't go fast. Alright, so that was an over-exaggeration, and even the five year old knew it. But he was the only slow boy, in the family. Every other boy in the family had a cool name, for crying out loud! He was the only normal one, and even though his mother always told him it was okay to be normal, he never felt it was alright.
Because his father never paid any attention to him because he was normal.
Nick knew that his mother thought of him as her smart son, because he listened to her and could read pretty well for a five year old. The other two were the wild, obnoxious ones that never listened. But Nick didn't necessarily want his mother's attention all the time. It got old, for she was a girl, and he was a boy. He needed his father's attention sometimes.
But he never got it.
Until one day.
Instead of sitting on the couch, like the young boy usually did, and reading his book, Nick couldn't stand seeing his father not greet him today. So he had resorted to sitting outside, in the front lawn underneath a tree, hoping that his dad would notice him as he zoomed on home. But he shouldn't have thought he'd be noticed more than usual.
"Hey squirt, what's up?"
It was the only thing his dad would ever say to him when he'd arrive home from work. Nick didn't even have a cool nickname. Dash had sport, and Flash, buddy. And Nick was thought of as the scrawny one who couldn't do anything useful. His nickname said it all to the boy.
And, for the first time, the young child couldn't pretend he wasn't affected. He couldn't pretend his father's approval didn't mean a thing to him, because it did, more than anything. No matter how hard the boy tried, he rarely got his father's attention. Even being able to read at the age of four hadn't met anything to Sonic!
So, like many five year olds do, the boy began to cry.
Confused, the blue hedgehog turned back to his son, who sat underneath the apple tree by their house. What had he said? He didn't say anything out of the ordinary, had he?
No, Sonic realized, he'd greeted him the same way he always did. And yet, the boy was crying.
Fear came to the blue hedgehog's heart as he ran up to his son, the one he hardly knew and yet loved. What if the boy had hurt himself? Amy would be panicked. No, that was an understatement. Anytime her children got hurt, she'd feel like she'd been the one to get hurt.
"Hey, Nick, what's the matter?" Sonic asked cautiously, as he sat down by his son. Having never been good with comforting his kids at the worst of times, Sonic didn't know what to do when the boy stumbled to his feet and began to run off. Concern filled the hedgehog's face, and he too pushed himself to his feet, and ran after the hysterical child. Grabbing his son by the shoulders, Sonic forced the boy to look at him. "Squirt, what's the matter?"
To Be Continued…
Yeah, I almost gave it all to you in this one chapter. But then, it would've been really long. So, I figured I'd save it for the next chapter, and get you all mad at me, 'cause I'm good at that sometimes, lol. Hope you enjoyed this, and, don't worry, the exploding kitchen will come soon!
~Ksonic~