Disclaimer: Sonic and friends don't belong to me; they belong to Sega. If they belonged to me, everyone would have better character development.

"And now, from Class 1-A, Amy Rose!" The principal's voice boomed over the open field the graduation was being held in. It was a windy day, which greatly relieved Amy. If the day got any hotter, she would've started sweating through her robes, which will definitely not do her makeup any good.

Amy quickly readjusted her red glasses before standing up amongst the row of graduates, her heartbeat nearly deafening despite the applause she was getting. She grinned at her cheering classmates as she inched her way out of the row proceded towards the stage. Pulling her graduation robes up a bit, she made her way up the stage, praying that she won't trip in her new heels. Cream insisted that they be an inch higher.

As she got on the stage, she felt the flashes of her mom's camera attack her face. She nearly winced but she kept her expression steady as she made her way to the school principal, who was holding onto her diploma. With the hand grasping her diploma held out, he beamed at her.

"Congratulations, Miss Rose."

She smiled back and muttered a quick thank you, taking the diploma and shaking her principal's hand. She saw her mother frantically waving at her from the crowd. She too was beaming, clearly very proud of her daughter.

As she was heading down the stairs, Amy felt her vision blur. She thought she was about to trip from how high her heels were. As her best friend and sister figure Cream leaped at her and squealed in joy, Amy laughed, realizing that they were both crying tears of joy. "I can't believe it. We actually survived high school," she gasped. "We survived high school, Cream."

Cream giggled, wiping her tears and punching her playfully. "High school is gonna be a cakewalk compared to college, Amy. We might as well start crying now," she remarked. She gave Amy another hug. "But I totally get you. I still don't know how I passed our final."

When she pulled back, Amy chuckled and shrugged. "Wanna blame it on pure luck?"

Cream laughed before glancing at her diploma. "Hey, I'll take it." They both giggled, then shrieked as the wind blew past their robes.

"AMY! CREAM!" Both girls turned around to see their mothers approaching them. Amy's mom was yelling frantically with tears streaming down her face. Amy knew there was no point in getting her to calm down now and just laughed. Once she reached her daughter, she immediately cupped her face. "Oh, Amy," she cooed, "my sweet little baby has finally graduated." She hugged her while the woman beside her chuckled.

"Angie, you're making a scene," Vanilla said, looking back at her daughter and patting her on the head.

"Mom!" Cream squealed. "Valedictorian, Mom! Please pinch me! Wait, no, I'll do it." Cream pulled her sleeve up and pinched her forearm. "OW! Okay, this is real," she muttered, then exclaimed, "THIS IS REAL!"

Cream bounced up and down, ecstatic at her accomplishment. Amy, who was able to pry her mom off of her, chuckled along with Vanilla. "I'm very proud of you, Cream." Vanilla kissed her on the forehead. "I'm so...so proud." Cream heard the strain in her voice and quickly hugged her. Vanilla wasted no time in hugging her daughter back.

Amy and her mom smiled sweetly at the scene. Pushing her glasses up, she sighed and whispered, "Gosh, this is more emotional than I thought it would be. I'm still processing all of this." She looked at her diploma in silent awe, then at her robes. She did it; she really has graduated.

She smiled at her mother, who finally stopped crying. Wiping her face, she snickered. "Oh, if you think this is emotional, college is gonna be-"

"Ten times more? Yep, I get it, Mom," Amy giggled before giving her mom another hug. "You've probably engraved it into my mind at this point."

"Of course!" her mom chuckled. "Plus, seeing as you look just like me, boys are no doubt going to try and tap that." She wiggled her eyebrows at her daughter and chuckled again.

"Mom!" Amy shrieked. She felt a blush starting to appear on her face. When her mom kept laughing, she couldn't help but laugh too. She really did look like her mom, except her mom didn't have her bangs and emerald eyes; Amy got those traits from her late father.

When Amy calmed down, she finally felt it dawn on her. 'College, huh?' she thought to herself. 'I'm nervous, I'm excited, I'm scared, I'm...I feel so many things.' She glanced at her mother and at the other graduates, who were also being smothered by their parents. Some were embarrassed and some were crying, just like her.

"This has been a fruitful school year for our faithful graduates. May your years be successful and joyful, and may your friends stay true. College will be a whole new part of your life that you have to go through, but I am confident that you will all soar with many colors!" the principal rejoiced, signaling the end of his speech.

Everyone took this as their cue to toss their hats into the air. Everyone yelled, throwing their hats as high as possible until they all came falling down. Cream even flew up into the air and screamed before tossing hers high up. Amy snickered and purposely aimed hers at her best friend. Cream shrieked at the incoming hat and narrowly dodged it, then halfheartedly glared at Amy before she rolled her eyes. Laughing in the air, she yelled, "In comes the downpour, guys!"

As the hats fell, some laughed as they tried not to get hit. Amy just stared skyward. 'A whole new chapter in my life...' her mind whispered.

'Whatever may lie ahead, I hope I'll be ready for it.' The wind blew past her once again.

"Amy, come on, we have to be at the campus in an hour!"

Amy groaned, begrudgingly lifting her head from her pillow. Her mom was at her door, already double-checking her bags to see if she forgot anything. "Blanket? Check. Bathroom essentials? Check. All of the clothes in your closet? Gah, must you really bring all of it?"

Amy giggled and stood up, analyzing her now empty room. The room that was once filled with posters, books, and fairy lights was now just a barren pink husk of what it once was. Amy loved her room to bits so the night before, she dumped all that she could into her bags. It was hard, especially when she had to fit in her various books, but she somehow crammed all of it in. 'Just like drilling knowledge into your brain right before an exam,' she chuckled to herself.

"Even your posters? For crying out loud, Amy, you're sharing your dorm room with someone! Hopefully, it's Cream, but what if it's not? How will they react to finding out that you brought your entire room with you?" her mother shrieked, already pulling out a book. When she looked around her daughter's room, she shrieked, "Honey, where are those light things? Oh, don't tell me you're bringing those too!"

Amy was quick in grabbing the book from her and quickly stuffed it back in. "It's going to be okay, Mom. I'll make sure that all of my stuff is strictly on my side of the room. I won't steal the whole thing; that's just rude," she explained quickly. 'Plus, if I hoard the room to myself, I'll create a horrible first impression. First impressions are everything in college,' she reminded herself.

Before she spaces out, she grabs her mom by the shoulder and smiles warmly. "I'll be fine, Mom," she assured. "I'll always have Cream with me and even if she isn't my roommate, I'll make sure to be nice. It's going to be okay."

Her mom seems to have calmed down and only nods. "I...I know, baby, I just..."

She glances around the empty room, causing her to choke up. "I'm going to miss you so much. It's going to be so weird waking up and going to your room only to remember that it's empty and that there's no one to wake up for breakfast anymore." Tears start to spill from her azure eyes, trailing down her face. Before she knows it, she's hugging her daughter. "I know I should be happy and trust me when I say that I am, but I'll be so lonely..."

Amy quickly hugged her mom back and started tearing up as well. Ever since her dad left, her mom started having abandonment issues. It's only natural that she's emotional on the day her daughter will leave her as well. "I'll miss you, Mom. No food in the cafeteria is ever going to compare to your cooking and I'm going to miss you nagging at me whenever my room is a mess," she whispered.

Her mom sniffles and chuckles at the same time, saying, "You better keep your part of the room clean, Amy. That is an order from your mother."

"I will. I promise."

They pull apart. "And make sure to call me at least once a week. Message me every other day!" she reminded. "And tell me about your schedule so that I know when to call you!"

Amy smiled, wiping her eyes and nodding. "Of course."

Her mom clapped her hands and smiled. "Tell me if you've made a friend! If you have a crush, make sure they come see me!"

"Mom!" Amy shrieked in embarrassment before laughing. "Don't you worry, I will." She scratched the back of her head, not sure if she'll actually do that.

"Okay, but really, make sure he visits. I have to tell him that if he so much as gives you a papercut, I will slit his throat," her mom threatened in a menacing voice. Amy can already imagine her sharpening her novelty kitchen knife.

Putting a palm to her face, Amy giggled, "Okay, Mom, calm down. I don't want you killing anyone."

Pretending to groan, she whined. "Oh, fine!" She crossed her arms before smirking. "But if he hurts you, give him your strongest right hook."

"And follow it up with a quick jab to the gut and an uppercut to the jaw!" Amy yelled, punching her fist into the air. The both of them chuckled, and Amy added, "I'll even add in a kick to the groin for you if he really did me dirty. You love that move."

"Oh, yes, please!" her mom squealed, barely containing her smile. As they both laughed, she looked around the empty room once again. "It's going to be hard adjusting to a house without your energy, dear," she remarked sadly.

"And it's going to be hard not seeing your face everyday. Now I'll only have my alarm and my roommate to wake up to," Amy muttered. She quickly shook her head and said, "Gah! C'mon, Mom, we can't leave each other if we're going to be sad suckers about it!"

Nodding, her mom put her hands on her hips. "You're right, dear. Let's make sure you leave this house with a smile on your face." She made her way to the door and blew her daughter a kiss. "Now you go on and get ready! Vanilla and Cream'll be here to pick us up soon. I'll just pack you up some grilled cheese since there's not enough time to make you pancakes!"

As her mom walked down the stairs, Amy yelled, "That's perfect! Thank you, Mom!"

"I made sure to stuff in a new pack of tampons in your sanitary bag for you!"

"Thank you, Mom!"

'What am I without her, honestly?' Amy thought, chuckling before quickly stepping into the shower.

Amy stuffed her feet into a pair of red Converse after hearing a car honk. "Cream! If you yell any more, the neighbors will kill us!" she shouted from her window. She grabbed an oversized white sweater from one of her bags and put it on. She pulled out a pair of leggings from her bag and quickly put it on.

The rabbit rolled her eyes at Amy's window and yelled back, "You're the one shouting!"

Amy grinned and poked her head out of her window. "Oh, shut up!" She was about to comment on Cream's outfit, an orange short sleeved jacket with yellow shorts and boots, but decided against it.

Slinging a bag over her shoulder and carrying two in her hands, she made her way down and was greeted by the sight of Vanilla examining the open trunk with a worried look on her face. "Cream, you should've left some of this in the house! How did you manage to bring your entire room with you?" she wondered out loud, opening one of the bags to look inside.

"That's what I told Amy!" Amy's mom motioned at her daughter and laughed. "Remember when we went to college, Vanilla? All we brought were the essentials."

Cream cringed and whispered to Amy, "I mean, everything in our room should count as essentials right?" Amy shrugged before stuffing her bags into the trunk. She felt the car bounce from the weight.

"Yes, and your roommate was sick of your 'buh-land style' because your part of the room was so empty," Vanilla giggled, her eyes closed as she reminisces.

Angie rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh, Ronny was such a prick about it! 'Angie, have some creativity!'" she said, imitating her former roommate's voice and making it an octave deeper.

Amy suddenly looked worried. "Seriously, Mom? Gee, I hope my roommate isn't like that."

Angie waved her hand at her and motioned at her bags. "Honey, with that much stuff to decorate your room with, if she calls your style buh-land, she's buh-lind!"

All four of them immediately started laughing. Amy was worried that their laughter would wake up their neighbors but she didn't care anymore. She wanted to enjoy this while it lasted.

Cream giggled and elbowed her, looking at Amy's small house. "Better say bye to it while you're still here and while our moms are still talking," she muttered, offering her a sad smile.

Amy blinked before surveying her house. It's going to be a while before she sees it again. "Geez, I've spent my whole life in this house. It almost feels surreal that I'm moving out," she whispered. She gazed at their small rose garden, then at their mailbox, which Amy decorated with stickers when she was younger.

"The stickers we put on are fading," Cream remarked, tracing her hand over the decade-old stickers.

"Kind of like us if you think about it," Amy replied. "We're fading away from our moms' daily lives and moving on to live our own life in this strange, new world called college." She didn't expect her words to become so deep, but she couldn't prevent them from slipping out. She sighed and clenched her fists.

Cream stared at her with wide eyes and put a palm to her face. "On, wow," she gasped. "Amy, that was..." She couldn't seem to process her words, and Amy couldn't blame her. It's like the truth dropped in front of them like a bomb. "That was deep, girl. I know you like to hang out in your thoughts a lot, but wow."

Amy shrugged. "It's the cold, harsh truth of reality, my friend." She place her hand on her best friend's shoulder and they both sighed deeply. They both looked at each other with solemn looks.

Clapping her hands and snapping them out of their trance, Vanilla motioned for everyone to get in the car. "Come now, everyone, we only have twenty minutes left before the campus opens. We can still make it if we continue our chatting in the car. The traffic shouldn't be too heavy."

Cream quickly hopped onto the front seat and put her seatbelt on, with Amy and her mom doing the same. Amy immediately sniffed the familiar lavender air freshener. She always went to school with Cream in this car; she'll miss it too.

"Amy and I are going to get our booklets with our class schedules and dorm info, right Mom?" Cream clarified, checking her phone for the time.

Vanilla nodded, starting the engine. "Yes. If we make it, you can get your booklets and get settled in. We should get there before it gets too crowded." Vanilla also hoped that the girls won't end up pushing through the crowd with their huge luggage.

Once they started moving, Angie handed her daughter a bundle. "Here's your breakfast, dear." She grinned at her daughter's drooling face.

Amy didn't waste another second and started tearing the tissue so that she can sniff her grilled cheese. Taking a huge bite, she chewed happily and grinned at her mother as a way of saying thanks. Cream looked back at her from her seat and mumbled, "Oh no, I think I'm hungry again."

Vanilla glanced at them from her mirror. "You didn't cook her breakfast, Angie?" she asked, suddenly worried if Amy might still be hungry by the time they arrive.

Angie just shrugged and smiled at her daughter as she wolfed down her sandwich. "As much as I wanted to wake her up earlier so I could cook her a proper breakfast, I knew she stayed up late last night packing her things, so I just let her sleep," she explained, then nudged Amy. "Aren't I such a loving mother?"

Noticing that Amy was too busy eating to respond, Vanilla smirked and said, "She really is like you in terms of appearance and personality, Angie. You both love to procrastinate."

"Hey!" Angie pouted and crossed her arms. Another ring of laughter circled around the car as it made its way down the highway.

After a few minutes, Cream and Amy can now see the massive silhouette of their university. There were five buildings, two of which were the dorms. The other two were buildings for classes, while the main building, which towered above the rest, was where some more classes and events were being held.

Amy whistled after biting the last remnants of her sandwich. "Truly looks like a dream, huh Cream?" She can already see the fence surrounding the school's track field, which was just behind the main building.

"Girl, you betcha..." Cream whisperd in awe. "I heard that they even have an oval and a basketball court!" She pointed at the court on the side of the field.

"Not to mention the indoor volleyball and tennis court!" Amy squealed, already dreaming about their PE lessons. She's already excited at the thought of running laps around the oval! "I still can't believe we got a scholarship for this place."

"Hey, it's like you said back in graduation," Cream chuckled, "pure luck all the way." They both high-fived and giggled, then went back to staring at the prestigious college.

Vanilla also eyed the building, glanced at the two girls worriedly. "Remember, ladies, this is a whole new world with a different set of rules. In college, you don't just get by on luck," she warned sternly.

Angie nodded along with her best friend. "Vanilla is right. If you don't put in some amount of work, your professors are going to eat you right up. College doesn't have time for mercy." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the college's buildings. "Not to mention the type of people you will meet there. It's like the crowd in high school, but amplified by ten."

Amy didn't hesitate and asked, "So some people are much more of an ass there?"

Cream giggled at Amy's bluntness. Vanilla was about to reprimand the both of them but Angie interrupted her. "If you put it that way, yep. Like I said, college has no time for mercy. The tiniest mistake you make can be your downfall," she warned, already cringing as the memories of her own experiences in college resurfaced.

Deciding that there was no point in scolding Amy for her language at this rate, Vanilla simply shook her head. 'The language the rude ones say nowadays are much more vulgar anyway,' she thought, entering the parking lot and parking the car into an empty slot.

The moms got out and helped their daughters with their luggage. When they asked them if they needed their help carrying all of it, Cream and Amy assured them that they got it. They all looked towards the gate, which was already bustling with fellow freshmans.

"This is it," Amy whispered, before looking back at her mom.

She looked like she was on the verge of crying again, but she held herself together for the sake of her daughter. Vanilla's face also looked like she was about to break down, but she was more calm and collected compared to Angie. "Amy, Cream," she started. "I can't guarantee you both that you won't get hurt in your time here but if you do, please don't hesitate to tell us. Vanilla and I are always here."

"We will. We'll always have you guys to count on, Mom," Amy whispered, noticing her mom's eyes becoming glossy. Her brows furrowed and whispered at herself to keep it together. They'll see each other again, just...after a while.

She looked back at Cream, who was giving Vanilla one last hug. "I'm gonna miss you and Cheese so much, Mama," she whimpered. Vanilla soothed her daughter and kissed her forehead one last time.

"We'll both be fine, Cream. Remember that we'll always be cheering you on," she reminded, feeling her daughter nod against her chest.

Angie sighed and glanced at the gate once more. "You two should get going. They're about to open it," she muttered to the both of them.

Cream pulled away and grabbed her bags, Amy doing the same. They walked ahead and looked back at their mothers, who were waving at them. "We'll miss you!" Amy shouted, grinning as the wind blew past her quills.

"And we'll do our best so our scholarships won't be in vain!" Cream shouted, giving one last wave before they both turned around.

Angie and Vanilla stared at their daughters' retreating figures, both wearing worried looks on their faces. "Will they be alright, Vanilla?" Angie whispered, finally letting her tears fall.

Vanilla could only let a sad smile grow on her face. "Let's trust them, Angie. It pains me to realize this, but they're grown women now. Let's just hope that they'll overcome their adversities and still come out the same."

"This gate is massive!" Amy gasped. "No wonder it's on the news whenever this school is robbed!" Just as Cream was about to reply, a stern looking hawk appeared in front of the group.

"Alright, you lot, settle down!" a gruff man yelled out to the growing crowd in front of him. "Even though I know some of you aren't going to listen, like the little pricks that you are," he groaned, "I'll say this anyway. Once we open this gate, you are to immediately go to your respective dorms and grab your booklets at the lobby. The boys' dorms are to the left, and the girls' are to the right! If I so much as see any perverted students poking their noses where they don't belong, there will be hell to pay." He pointed a finger at his keen eyes to emphasize.

Amy can see some of the guys gulping, already threatened by the man's appearance. She can't help but become amused at this. Cream notices her giggling and asks, "Hey, at least no one's gonna peep in on us for sure. Did you bring your curtains?"

Amy nodded and motioned at the bag in her left hand. "Yep. I'm actually surprised that Mom didn't notice. Did Vanilla catch you?"

"Ugh, she nearly saw it when I checked to see if my blanket was still packed. I covered it up by saying that I packed a spare," she sighed in relief. "Come on, let's move! I wanna know who my roommate is!"

They both passed through the gate trudged along the path to the girl's dormitory. Amy noticed the plaza that was in the middle of the campus, with the five buildings surrounding it. The grass was vibrant, and gardeners were tending to the shrubs and flowers, trimming and watering them respectively. There were even streetlights lining up the paths; it made Amy curious on what the campus looked like at night. 'Probably beautiful and vibrant,' she thought. 'Cream and I should walk around later.'

As for the buildings, Amy thought they all looked nice and hoped that the classrooms weren't too small; her classrooms back in high school sometimes felt suffocating. As for the dormitory, she hoped that the rooms were a decent size. She also hoped that her roommate wasn't a total douche. As she and Cream chatted about how they'll explore the campus later on, Amy also glanced around to examine the people around them.

She noticed a purple cat timidly pulling her trolley along. Her trolley was huge, and so were the bags slinged over her shoulders. She seemed shy and it didn't look like she knew anyone around the campus. Amy looked closely and noticed that she too was analyzing the girls around them. Just like Amy, she was wearing a sweater, except hers was beige and she was wearing jeans and flats. Her hair was also in a meek ponytail; it added a degree of maturity to her figure.

A little bit ahead of them was a rather curvy white bat, who had some fancy suitcases with her. Despite her body, she was dressed in modest clothing; a magenta cardigan and black shirt, with a pair of designer jeens and heels. Amy felt like she was the type who could walk around confidently wearing anything. With her short hair flowing in the wind, she just had this aura of confidence around her.

A few more glances around and she noticed a chipper chipmunk conversing with her friends, who happened to be an assertive lynx and a southern-looking bunny. They were all laughing and looked like they were whispering among themselves. She thought they seemed like a friendly bunch.

She also noticed an excited lemur, who was practically skipping down the path, her long tail bobbing along as she bounced. Her sneakers scratched along the rubble and the jacket wrapped around her waist flapped as she jogged towards the building. She didn't seem to have anyone with her.

Lastly, she saw a yellow cat who was also alone, but she had this air of charisma around her. She was looking around excitedly just like the lemur, but she seemed more calm. Her appearance made her stand out; she was wearing a modest red dress and her black hair was styled cutely into pigtails.

They seemed to be the most interesting people out of all the girls. "We have a really interesting crowd here," Amy remarked, wondering which one of them could be her roommate. She failed to notice the rather vulgar and voluptuous red fox behind her, who was swearing loudly with her friend. Her friend was a pink hedgehog just like Amy, but with notable differences. Those differences being her overall attitude and demeanor; she seemed menacing and hostile. Both of their styles seemed punk and edgy and they both radiated this negative flare.

"Yup, very interesting. So interesting that I may be just a tad bit intimidated. Just a tad," Cream whispered, stepping into the cold lobby. She shivered at how strong the air conditioner was.

"Hey, I feel you too, but we gotta keep our cool," Amy reminded, stepping into the line leading up to the reception. With Cream right behind her, she asked, "So, how likely is the chance that we'll be roommates?"

Cream glanced at the amount of girls around them. "Girl, one out of at least fifty, and I think that's the lowest estimate I can currently give you. I can't count everyone in this room. It'll be a miracle if I even get a friendly person as my roommate," she sighed heavily, already freaking out at the endless possibilities.

"Oh, yeah," Amy said, eyeing the red fox and pink hedgehog, "I definitely don't want to be roommates with either of those two." She cringed at what the fox was wearing. She had a similar body type to the bat she saw earlier, but at least the bat was being modest about her appearance. This fox didn't even hesitate! Crop top with a miniskirt and fishnet stockings; Amy didn't waste any time looking away.

"Ugh, the pink one just seems overall scary. She's not even hiding it!" Cream almost looked scared, frightened even. The hedgehog's green cargo pants, graphic tee, and spiked bracelets screamed 'Get out of my way.'

Amy noticed this and briefly put down her bag to pat her best friend. "Hey, you'll be fine, Cream!" she reassured, giving her a thumbs up. "If you ever become roommates with an...uncomfortable person, you can always hang out in my room!"

"And what if you don't like your roommate too, Amy? What then?" Cream retorted frantically, biting her lip.

Amy confidently adjusted her glasses, making them glint against the light. "If there are scary and undesirable people, then there are definitely cool and awesome people! C'mon, we're up next!" They both stepped forward and put their bags down.

The receptionist, a dog, eyed them for a second and typed on her computer. "You both must be...Amy Rose and Cream the Rabbit, yes?" When they both nodded, she shuffled around her desk, muttering their names. When she found their booklets, she held them out. "Your class schedules for the semester are there, and your roommate's name is also there! If you make it to your room first, the keys should be inserted into the doorknob. If not, your roommate is probably already there. Have a lovely day, ladies!" she smiled sweetly at them.

When they both grabbed their booklets, Cream smiled politely and said, "Thank you! You too!" The woman waved at them from her desk and went back to her work.

They both immediately went to the side, dropping their luggage in the corner just beside the elevators. Both shaking with anticipation, they looked down on their booklets. "Moment of truth, Cream," Amy whispered. "Are you ready?"

"I'm scared as all heck, but I'm ready!" Cream shut her eyes, then reopened them. With a deep breath, she opened her booklet to its first page. "Cream the Rabbit, room 71. Roommate: Rouge the Bat," she announced. Before her disappointment could settle in, she asked Amy who she got.

Amy sighed heavily and whispered, "Here goes nothing." Once she opened to the first page, she slowly looked at the name below hers. "Amy Rose, room 76. Roommate: Blaze the Cat."

Instead of whining about why Amy couldn't be her roommate, Cream tilted her head in curiosity. "Blaze, huh? Oh, she sounds feisty!" she giggled. "Well, I always thought cats were feisty anyway."

Amy nodded and glanced at Cream's booklet. "Yep, and Rouge sounds like a pretty cool person. We won't know until we meet them though," Amy said, stuffing her booklet into one of her bags.

"Yeah, let's go up. We're not roommates, but at least we're on the same floor, right?" Cream said, sounding cheery as they got into an elevator. Amy pressed the 4th floor button, which held the rooms 51 to 75. "Oh geez, my estimate was too low apparently. A hundred?" Cream's eyes widened as she continued to read the manual. "At least I don't have to count, not that I would."

When the elevator opened, they both stepped out, analyzing the already crowded hall. They can hear some girls squealing as they got to be roommates with someone they knew. Amy can also see some girls inwardly either groaning or screaming as they realize their roommate is a total stranger.

"C'mon, let's put our chins up, Cream," Amy encouraged. "We'll get settled in, then we'll meet up in an hour to explore the campus. Text me what you think of your roommate, okay?"

Cream nodded, then gave her a mock salute. "Permission to run to your room if she's not cool?"

Amy chuckled and grinned. "Permission granted." Saluting each other, they made their way down the hallway.

Cream waved when she grabbed her key, then entered her room. Amy smiled and realized that her room was near the edge of the hallway. When she approached her door, she noticed that the key was gone. 'She must be here already,' she thought nervously. With her hand grasping the doorknob, she mumbles, "Alright, now or never."

Once she opens the door, she feels the cool air of the air conditioner hit her face. She sees a purple cat shriek in shock and she nearly drops her bundle of clothes. They stared at each other for a second before Blaze the Cat nervously asks, "You...must be Amy, yes?"

'It's the shy cat from earlier,' Amy thought. After kicking her bags in, she closes the door and holds her hand out to the cat, who looked even more nervous. "Yep, Amy Rose is my name! Nice to meet you, Blaze!" She smiled warmly at the cat. "Let's have a great school year together."

Blaze blinks once more before catiously grasping Amy's hand in hers. Noticing that Amy was actually really nice, a small smile appeared on her face. "Yes, let's."

As they both settled in, Amy's phone vibrated in her bag.

"AMY!" the text from Cream read. "MY ROOMMATE JUST GOT HERE! I ALREADY LOVE HER!"

That's a wrap! Tell me what you guys think if you're going to review. Every review helps!

~ kangaroo