A/N: I got a lot of nice reviews for the last chapter which just made me want to write more! Special thanks to OneOutOfMany for the super nice comment; I'm very glad you like the story. Other then that, chapter six!

(Sonic's POV)

It felt good apologizing to Amy and of course I'm glad we're friends, but it's still driving me mad not knowing what she actually thinks of me; love was a lot easier when I was in eighth grade.

Since I couldn't figure this all out on my own, I decided to get some help from Amy's best friend, Rouge. I quickly dashed off to her apartment at super sonic speed and was there in about 2.8 seconds.

I approached her door quickly when I the sound of moaning caught my attention, and it seemed as if it was coming from Rouge's place. Suddenly, I heard a yelp that sounded like Rouge.

"Oh, that feels amazing!" I could hear the bat from inside; was she doing something I should be concerned about?

I didn't want to interrupt, but I still decided to knock.

No answer.

I knocked again and still no answer; instead of being logical and understanding that she was busy, I bashed on the door and screamed.

"Rouge, I know you're in there!" I screamed at her, and that surely got her attention.

A few moments later, Rouge answered the door, wrapped in a towel.

"What do you want blue boy? I'm kind of busy here." Rouge said in an annoyed tone.

"What are you busy with, you're not doing what I think you're doing are you?" I replied with a hint of concern.

"Of course not you idiot! I'm getting a massage, being this beautiful doesn't come cheap." She chirped.

"Ok good; I need to talk to you." I said.

"About what; your little crush on Amy Rose?" She cooed. I felt my cheeks burn, has she been talking about me to Rouge?

"Maybe." I replied. With reluctance, Rouge agreed and invited me in. First she put on some clothes and then came to talk to me in the living room.

"Ok, what do you need?" She said as if she were a therapist. I could tell she was still annoyed with me by the way her word flowed out of her mouth, but I still didn't care.

"I need help, that's what I need." I answered her dropping my head on a fuzzy pink pillow.

"I know that, but what do you need help with?" She asked again.

"Amy, I can't understand her. I mean, I can't tell if she likes me or not." I said hopelessly.

"Well Hun, what do you want me to do about it?" Rouge said; she wasn't very much help.

"I don't know, don't you have any advice?" I asked her which caused her to roll her eyes.

"Look, she hasn't said anything to me about liking you, but she hasn't said that she doesn't like you either. She's just a bit confused right now, I mean this all happened so suddenly; and with her Mom being sick…" Suddenly, I stopped her.

"What do you mean her Mom's sick?" I asked. I had no idea and I wouldn't want her to be sick, when we were younger, she was like a second mother to me.

"A couple months ago, her mom was diagnosed with lung cancer; it's been a little rough on her and so a lot has been happening all at one time." Rouge answered. Things were starting to come together, with so many sudden events happening at once, the last thing on her mind was love.

"I'm so sorry to hear that." I said with a saddened voice.

"Yeah, I know it has been hard on her. Anyways, just give it some time, and if it's meant to be, it'll be, I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later." Rouge comforted. I gave her a weak smile before getting up to leave.

"Thanks Rouge." I said before opening the door to leave.

"No problem Hun, see you tomorrow." She said. I closed the door, went down a couple flights of stairs, and back out into the blustery weather. Frosty air tackled my body as I made my way back to my house.

I walked into the warmth of my house to be greeted by my mother, who was cooking dinner.

"Hi honey, where were you?" She asked me.

"I was just visiting a friend." I answered her.

"Ok, well dinner is going to be ready in about fifteen minutes." She said; I nodded and then went upstairs to my room. I started to watch some TV until my mother finally called me downstairs.

I went down the staircase and into the kitchen where my mom set out a hot plate of chili dogs; I felt my mouth flood with saliva. I took a seat at the opposite end of the kitchen table and my mother took a seat at the other end. I put two delicious chili dogs on my plate and filled my glass with milk.

A couple moments of silence passed before I decided to speak, but I did bring up a rather touchy topic.

"Mom, did you know about Amy's Mother?" I asked; her face went pale and she fell silent. I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

My mom and Amy's Mom were very good friends, they met and high school and were best friends since; I guess that's what hurt her, knowing that her best friend was dying on the inside.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have brought it up." I apologized; my mother was still silent before looking down at her plate of one chili dog, then back at me.

"Of course I knew I didn't want to tell you, because I knew how much she meant to you." She explained. I could hear the sadness dripping from each word as she tried to fight back tears, could this be more serious than I imagined?

"Oh, I understand, do you happen to know how it's been affecting Amy?" I asked curiously. Her green eyes met mine and we stayed silent for a few moments, before she spoke.

"It's been rough for her; she's been taking it very hard." My mother always loved Amy like her own daughter, she knew when she was upset and this was one of those times.

"That must be really hard. Look Mom, I'm sorry for bringing it up, I knew it was hard for you to talk about." I said to her. I could see the tears forming in her eyes; just the pure thought of it must've made her sad.

The rest of dinner, we remained quiet, each of us in deep thought. I had no idea about her mother and now I was trying to push myself back in her life, I feel like such a jerk! I wish I could help her through this, I could be her shoulder to cry on and that hug if she ever needed one, I wanted to be there, with her, forever.

After dinner, the rest of the night carried on as usual. I helped my mom with the dishes, did some homework, and also worked on some unpacking. Today was exhausting, and all I could think about was Amy.

Finally, I went to bed around 12 o'clock at night. As tired as I was, I still couldn't fall asleep. My mind was going insane with thoughts and all revolved around Amy.

I wanted her so badly, but I knew it was a bad time and so sudden, heck, I don't even know if she likes me, but one thing is for sure, I will always be there for her, I love her, she's a precious rose and she's my precious rose….hopefully.

A/N: Little bit of drama, eh? Anyways, I wanted to thank you all again for reading this and supporting me no matter what; I really hope you're enjoying this story and don't forget to leave a review, or not, do whatever you want with your lives! Love you!