I yawn. The bright sunlight filters in through sea blue curtains. As I come to my senses I notice warmth on my back. Hands locked around my waist, Shadz is hugging me in his sleep. No. This can't be right. Right?

I eventually just drift back to sleep, It's warm and comfortable, I'll take it. (even if it is Shadz)

I drift into the void known as 'sleep' once again, vaguely aware of a distant knocking.

When I wake up, it must be noon. Giggling sounds through my still groggy head. Shadz is still sleeping too, so where is that sound coming from? I consider just drifting off to sleep again, but remember that I should probably eat. I swing my legs off the bed while yawning lightly. I look down to see that I'm no longer wearing my running shoes...

holy shit.

or my gloves.

double shit.

I freak out, it's considered crude in mobian culture to not have gloves, and the shoes are a me thing for... other reasons.

Rouge looks up at me through curled eye lashes. "I had to remove your gloves because of the photo shoot I was doing," She makes it sound like no big deal. But it is. It is the human equivalence of nudity. I glare at her. wait. what photo shoot?

I look briefly at her then at the camera she has strung around her neck. I'm ready to make a dive for it when I hear foot steps sounding in the hallway, and perfect timing, I swear they had it planned, comes Knuckles. He takes one look, covers his nose, and leaves.

triple shit?

The loud footsteps wake Shadow up from his slumbers. Rouge winks at me, tosses my gloves and shoes to me, and makes her way out of the room. I sigh. Slipping the gloves back on I turn around and look at Shadz. He turns away quickly, reverting his gaze to the window. The tension in the room is thick, it's like molasses, except almost solid. I hear screeches from down the stairs and I recognize the high pitch sound of Amy's voice. I can't explain how I know I'm screwed, but some how I know it.

Heavy footsteps. Up the stairs. My breath catches in my throat. The door slams open and boom. There stands the pink she devil. This is ironic considering the one with the gun in his hand is standing right behind me ready to shoot anyone. Amy stalks in, her breathing ragged and filled with hatred. uh oh.

"YOU CHEATED ON ME!" She just about takes my ears of with that noise. We were never even together though...

She raises her hammer, ready to strike. yandere much?

Photos in her hand flutter to the ground as she hoists the hammer in both hands. I being the fastest thing alive, grab the pictures, then scramble back to where I'm out of Amy's range, but only to once again hit a black furry mobian. ugh. Why is this whole morning so awkward? (maybe the author hasn't written for around 3 months and is trying to get their head back in the game?) I glance at the pictures and immediately blush. Maybe there is a way out of this conundrum... if I could just push it far enough.