WARNING: I don't accept paying art commissions involving this fanfic, much less from unknown people. I don't have laPyaP and I don't agree with being fooled by scammers who pretend to be artists just to steal money. I only accept making art with people I know and trust.
DING-DONG!
A 16-year-old teenage rabbit whistles a little tune as she waits patiently.
She is wearing an orange vest, blue tie, yellow shirt and red pants.
The door opens.
She sees a white cat in her 40s, wearing a light turquoise dress with white polka dots.
"Good afternoon. How can I help you?"
"Er... Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Cream The Rabbit. Is Amelia home?"
"Depends. Are you her girlfriend?"
"What?" Cream blushes.
"You even has a bouquet of flowers."
"Oh, no, not a girlfriend, I wish," Cream smiles wryly. "My family and I love gardening. In fact, I'm her BFF."
"Translate."
"Best Friend Forever!" She holds up the bouquet like a trophy.
"Ah yes, a non-blood sister. Come in." She sighs. "Young people and their weird dialects..."
As they enter...
"And you must be Alana The Cat, friend of Douglas Rose, Amy's Father," Cream observes, after taking off her shoes.
"Yes, I am. He was a very honest and hard-working man. I'm honored to have known him."
"His death must be very hard for you too."
"Of course. But I prefer to deal with my grief by helping those who need it most. Like Doug's daughter."
"My Mother thinks exactly the same. She'll love meeting you."
"We'll see. Now go comfort your friend. This house isn't going to fix itself."
Alana and Cream go their separate ways.
"Amy? Are you there?"
"Come in, it's open."
Cream carefully opens the bedroom door and sees Amy Rose, 22 years, lying on her bed under a plaid blanket, watching a movie on television while eating two bowls, one of popcorn and the other of melted cheese fries, as well as a 1-liter bottle of Chao-Cola. Beside her is her plush Shadow.
"Good afternoon!" Cream smiles effusively.
"Uh-huh," Amy grumbles, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"I brought flowers!"
"Put on the table."
Cream's shoulders slump in annoyance.
She turns her gaze back to the television.
"This doesn't sound like a romantic comedy."
"V For Vendetta," Amy informs.
"The movie where the girl falls in love with a blind terrorist after being tortured by him? No, thank you."
"I don't want to be her," Amy mumbles, absorbed in the screen. "I want to be him. I'm going to blow up the city and express my pain to everyone."
Cream can't take it anymore.
She picks up the remote from the floor and turns off the television.
Then she removes Amy's blanket and throws it away from the bed.
Before Amy can react, she receives a "bouquet punch" from her friend!
"Hey, Cream, what's wrong?!" Amy complains, getting up from the bed, in her light pink nightgown.
"I'm the one asking!" Cream retorts. "What do you think you're doing trapped in this room?!"
"I'm mourning my Father's death, have you forgotten?!"
"And you think lying in bed, pretending to be sick and stuffing yourself with junk food will nullify your pain?! If anything, it will only distract you!" Cream emphasizes, before immediately eating a generous portion of the bowl of cheese fries. "Hmm... Excellent."
"I'm sick," Amy declares. "Sick with love... sick with pain... sick with longing... with disappointment and nonconformity..."
Amy starts to cry silently again.
Cream then softens and hugs her friend tenderly, kissing her on the cheek.
The two sit on the bed.
With an arm wrapped around Amy's shoulders, Cream begins to unravel:
"Sorry if I was a little harsh, but I dislike to see my Fraternal Soulmate reacting like a child without a lollipop. You are much stronger than that."
"I'm a child again," Amy confesses. "What's the point of my Business Administration degree? All I want now is to sit on Daddy's lap. Just one more time."
After licking her lips, Cream continues:
"I know I've never felt pain like you're feeling now. My Father also died fighting against Dr. Robotnik's army, but I was too young to remember. My Mother cried a lot, but she soon returned to the flower shop, because she felt that work was the best way for her to cope with her grief. I'm not saying that you have to do the same. But it worked for her. And fortunately, she rediscovered love through her girlfriend Nicely The Skunk."
"I'm happy for them," Amy tries to smile.
Cream continues:
"And when I was a child, I also cried a lot about Emerl's destruction, but he was just a robot. Tails and I also suffered a lot when we thought Cosmo had died in outer space. It was so liberating when she returned to us, and we don't even hold a grudge against the fact that her Mother faked her death to facilitate our victory over Robotnik."
"They did what was right at that time and circumstance," Amy acknowledges.
Cream holds Amy's chin:
"But what I mean is: I can feel your pain, even though I haven't been through the same. I'm still here and it's my duty, as your friend, to listen to you and make you feel better. I can't do much other than provide you with love, affection, empathy... and fun. But it's something, isn't it?"
Amy thinks in silence.
After a minute, she wipes away her tears and allows herself to smile wider:
"That's enough for me."
Cream kisses lips of Amy, who hugs her warmly.
"Thank you so much, my chocolate ice cream," Amy thanks, licking her friend's face.
"Anytime, my sweet little cherry blossom," Cream says back, borrowing the expression from Shadow, Rose's boyfriend.
Cream stands up and pulls Amy by the hand:
"Anyway, your Father would be very happy to see you spend quality time with the mobians you love the most."
"True."
"Shall we go out and have a special afternoon with our friends?"
"Sure," Amy removes her nightgown. "Let me just pick out the right outfit..."
"Oh, don't worry too much about the outfit," Cream scoffs. "We'll be wearing robes most of the time. That's for the pickiest ones, of course."
"You mean..."
"Yes, we're going to the Visc Red Fox Spa!" Cream proclaims, smiling. "Massages, mud masks, swimming, music therapy... and of course, the sauna!"
"Amazing!" Amy clenches her fists in excitement.
THE END!
This story is a gift for BearfootTruck and KagamiPINKAgreste, based on Kagami's real life and on Sonic fanfics written by BearfootTruck.
Alana The Cat, Nicely The Skunk and Visc Red Fox belong to me. BearfootTruck and KagamiPINKAgreste are free to use them in their stories.
