Disclaimer: Who you think I am? To own Sonic?! To own SEGA...!?

Jealous Shorty's note: Think of this story as somethin that happened sometime during their classic years.

—Edit: Added a few more details, did some touch-ups.

Take a listen in the BG: SONIC BOOM ENDING INSTRUMENTAL MIX

Battered debris surmount the airs as an excited explosion pounds the atmosphere, ricocheting Sonic, Amy, and several Flickies right from the mouth of itself, unscathed.

Like any hedgehog with experience would, Sonic lands on his two feet after skysailing hundreds of feet, with lovergirl Amy latched onto his small shoulders the whole way down. He glances up at the smoldering, airborne twilight of a battle. Seeing the flock of Flickies, he nods at them with a smile, and they wish him a cheery farewell as they flew off to elsewhere, free from oppression by their's truly. A small strand of smoke struggles to follow a distant hovercraft in its desperate escape.

But soon enough that visual spectacle is somewhat muddled by the time Sonic looks at the hedgehog, a bit miffed. She did help him out beating Robotnik, after all. With a nasally exhale—

"Thanks Amy," Sonic tells her as he helps her to her feet. "but now I—"

"Nono-noooo! Pleeease! Please stay!"

Wasn't too fast this time. Amy's legs are sprawled on the ground, clutching onto her number one idol who's struggling to stifle a smirk as his belly's kneaded with her nose. She looks up at him, eyes watery. To Sonic, this is sad to watch. It takes her a second speak as she sniffles.

"Everytime I see you, I feel safe. I love seeing you run across so far & wide, sticking it to Egghead, and that dopey smile you have." Amy looking off during that last bit, sniffling as she blushes a bit.

Sonic kinda feels some type of way when she said he had a 'dopey smile.' What other way could he smile, huh? But he kinda likes that she was truthful.

"Oh—sorry," the younger hedgehog apologizes, looking at his disgruntled face. But then she can't help but giggle as she looks on.

She's got jokes, huh...

Looking off as well, Sonic ponders on what to do with this damned Rascal. She is so annoying, so is Tails...well, anybody that wants to tag along with him for the ride. It's like he's a babysitter or something.

But then again...like Tails, she did help him out quite a ways throughout their adventure. She let him hold onto the handle of her hammer to escape the deep waters, hammered him outta Eggman's trap and let him get the final strike on the Doc, after all. Not to mention she even gotten the Flickies he saved earlier to help solve the escape pod's password.

So, he thinks about this current situation for a short moment...then sighs deeply.

"Okay..." he murmurs, hand on his head, being overdramatic.

"Whuzzat?" Amy's ears perk to his voice.

"You win," his mouth slogs.

"Really? Yaaaay!" she holds him a little tighter, crossing her feet together outta bliss as her cheek presses up to his belly.

Sonic relaxes his hands on her shoulders. The feeling of her hugging him makes him feel weird...like something's going on in his belly...not sure if he wants this continue—

"Hoooooh-kay Amy...you could let go now—" he raps his fingers on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry! Shouldn't have squeezed you to death!" she leaps back on her feet in a millisecond, hands held together in front of her muzzle, as if she's about to get smited for what she's done.

"Nah, yeah it's fine. Jus' ain't your stuffed doll, that's all—"

"Do you like my hugs, Sonic?" she sheepishly folds her hands, kneading them into her stained, orange frilly dress, letting the dirt rub into her gloves.

Goodness Gracious of Chaos Almighty that hit him fast. Amy rocking on her feet doesn't help matters, either.

"Well uh...to be, heheh...well...hehah, 'nam sayin..." Sonic scratches the back of his scrambled head as he breaks eye contact after shrugging on every other word. This ain't a good look.

Judging by how tight Amy's clenching her hands, she likes the silent-and-tense treatment he's giving her a whole lot. If Sonic blows his breath outta pressure, she'll unleash a crazed squeal...and by the Gaias does Amy swear she can see a vague shade of red on his muzzle—

"Aight, movin' on—what's this...thing you wanna do anyway?" Sonic dismisses.

"Chill!"

"Chill? There's no time for that! I'm always on a full tank, all day!"

"Yeah, we'll see about that when you hit the spot we've chosen!"

"We?!" Sonic almost got in her face in response. "Ya mean over there?" he points nonchalantly at some indiscernible rock.

"Nope," Amy laughs. "'We' as in me & this lil 'ol card!" she holds a tarot card. "Might have something to do you with you..." she aims the card towards him. Then her sly smirk slowly dissolves into something more glum.

She doesn't speak for a few seconds, realizing the card she pulled speaks of trouble.

"...Maybe something really important about you," her eyes crawl along the surface of the ground, her foot dragging across the dirt patch, as if trying to grasp the difficulties the card foresees.

Sonic doesn't like this at all.

"Really? Lemme see..." Sonic offers a hand—

"Sike!" she tosses the card and runs off to the direction of their destination, laughing as she does.

Left in the dust, Sonic quickly examines the card as fast as he whisked it away—a Brudda Burger's 'Cheesesmuggler' trading card.

Within the beat of a breath—he catches up, side by side with the spunky girl.

"Nice joke you got back there. Howdju' know where t'go?" Sonic holds in his smirk, not wanting to show Amy how good she got him for whatever reason...supposedly for his ego's sake.

She giggles.

"Dowsing!" Amy curls up, Sonic following suite, the two of them rolling along down the steep hill ahead of them. They reach its low point, then catapult from the small cliff that hovers over a stream.

As they hurtle over—

"I use this!" she pulls a dowsing rod outta hammerspace. "I dip it into the ground. Helps me find water!"

"Water? We're literately flyin' over a goldmine! Why would'ja need that?" he points to the object, spines brandishing in the open air.

"Well...I also find jewels with it, too. And because I wanna find this special water amulet," she puts away her tool. "Once I do, I'm gunna swallow a drop of its water, just so I can be older—" they land effortlessly on land on their feet, walking casually, "—just like like you~...Boop!" she taps Sonic on the nose.

"You're it!" Amy makes a mad dash, but the wind whisks the offer right back on her nose.

In front of her now, Sonic mockingly gestures a skirt-lifting bow.

"Right back at ya."

"That's not fair!" she huffs.

"Tag ain't nothin' fo—"

Amy gasps—

"We're here!"

Sonic looks up, an arcing rock hangs above them, the overhang itself casting a rather large shadow, shielding them from the somewhat hot air of late Spring. Within the bed of shade, a sheet of moss relishes in the cool surface of the shaded ground.

The blue blur whistles, nodding his head to the view.

"Not bad, not bad at all...looks like a pretty chill spot," he has to admit, observing the overpass with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah...the cards got the one with the moss 'cuz it looks cool...& feels soft!" She plops her behind on the mossy surface. She lies back, arms sprawled across the carpety surface. "Look! The moss is blue, too!"

"...Wow, it is."

Sonic's gotta hand it to the girl...maybe he'll waste his time with her for once. Then philosophy hits him—"Wait, so was that sike for real, or was that a fake sike into a double sike?" he throws out a perplexing question.

"Um...wha?" she supports herself on her elbows, confused.

"'Cuz the moss is blue? Like yoo-hoo?" he points at himself. Amy and Sonic laugh it off.

"But yeah, this moss—this pad itself is nice. Maybe I should let'chu hang around to find more places like this—"

"Really?!"

Oh.

Sonic feels he spoke a bit too much. Got caught in the moment...it kinda pains Sonic to respond, but he fights through the cringe anyway—

"Well...I...uh..." he tries to finesse her with jazz hands as he tries to make his getaway statement. "...I didn't actually mean it like that, tho..." he flimsily lies, loudly smacking his fist into his palm on impulse.

Amy frowns. In that moment, Sonic almost wants to run away, his heart beating feet as he feels the genuine sorrow running offa her soft eyes.

But how could you do such wrong to somebody as cherubic as her?

"Awww—" what an un-Sonic-y thing to say— "My bad, Amy. It's just...I...sometimes, things get a lil' too dangerous, y'na mean?" he tries to laugh it off with a head scratch.

She starts to tear up again, her shoulders bobbing from the weeping.

"N'aww c'mon..." Time to be Big Boy Blue again. Sonic crouches, his thumb rubbing on his fingers, as if he wants to reach to her, for comfort...which he most certainly can. And can he does, kneeling in front of her, wiping a tear away with his finger.

Just that simple contact sets off Amy's mind. Sonic's just brushed her face! She longed for a moment like this...Amy rubs her cheek with her dirty glove, as if his influence will rub off on her tenfold.

"It's a-okay, Amy. Don't think ahead right now. Relax..." he says as he sits down. He gestures his hand across the scenery ahead. "Think of the present. 'You out here hangin' with me, after all. What, y'gonna drown me in 'em tears?"

She giggles, and another loose tear rolls down a cheek. "Maybe I should—"

"Whoop, another one," Sonic rubs her muzzle again. And jeeze, simple contact with her skin makes his back tingle...why is she so soft?

"...Let's hang out. 'Kay?" Sonic asks. He only just realizes his hand is still cupped on her face when she gingerly casts a hand on top of his own.

"Okay!" she happily responds.

It...actually warms his heart to see her cheer up like that. Kinda wants to let this feeling continue—

"Wuhl uh—!" Or maybe not. Kinda. "...So tell me, Amy," he casually lies on his side. "What made you get into this sorta stuff? All this tarot stuff...?"

"It's not called tarot stuff, silly! It's spiritualism! It's about..." Amy tries to find the words to describe her interest. "It's about...the goodwill in us, the uh—"

"The spirits?"

"Yeah, the spirits! Our souls, bodies, everything...the universe we're in...like this moss, the fields, the world, space...everything is made outta stardust, see? And, because of that, we're all linked to everything & anything one way or another...even when we don't see it, our destinies will lead us the way...or at least give us that gut feeling..."

Sonic nods.

"I can see where you're comin' from. 'S pretty cool."

"Cool! Cool...cool...yeah, and uh...and uhm...uh...I hope this isn't boring to you, I'm sorry—"

"What is there to be sorry about? Heh, believe you me, I like mysterious stuff. You can keep going." He was going to admit that he reads up on this, but he wants his badboy status to still have its shape.

"Great!" She claps a couple times. "So yeah...so when it comes to stardust, there comes our destinies, and there are ways to keep us on our paths. Lookie here—" she whips out a box, adorned in regal patterns and shapes.

"Ah, the motherload..." he grins.

Amy nods she begins to open it, but then brings it over her shoulder.

Sonic's taken aback by this sudden motion, then—

"Oh. I understand ya, Amy. I won't tell nobody."

"You mean 'anybody?'"

"Yeah yeah, anybody."

"Anybody, now?" she challenges him with a smirk.

"Heh, stop playin'."

Amy laughs as she brings the box back to view, then slowly opens it up, revealing the deck.

"Oh!"

"Aw man, what's up now? The suspense is killin' me!" he sarcastically whines while Amy busily undoes her headscarf.

"Just one sec."

"'Got you, got you...y'n—Mm-mrnmrn..." Sonic fakes clearing his throat, feels like he's acting too soft here; damn near just about to ask the girl if she needs help. To get a simple scarf off? Naaah...

"...I got it. Just a bit tight...there we go!" She loosens it, and like a spring, her spines shoot upwards—as though the spines were leaning up against a permanent wall.

"What type of wicked hair...?" he softly asks, his head rears forward yet he's taken aback a bit by this weird characteristic of hers he's just now learned.

"Oh...um...uh." Amy realized that the 'do is out of the bag. Her weird spines curving up like that...it wasn't something she wanted to show; neither the red that's flushed into her cheeks now.

"...It's different. 'Never thought hedgehog hair would do somein' like that."

"I don't really like it..." she tries to hide a frown.

"Why?"

"Because...because other people used to make fun of me...said it looked dumb," she mutters out the last of those words as her scarf lays limp in her hands. "'Looked like bed hair. They used to say 'Amy's always stuck dreaming.' 'Amy's stuck dreaming about somebody she'll never meet.' 'Sonic will gag at you at first sight.' 'Sonic would hate you once he sees how your hair really looks.' Stuff like that...they even made songs about me...Roso the Bozo, they sang that one a lot."

A small pause.

"I was always on the rough end of the stick," the poor girl nearly chokes on her words as she tries to hide her face, trying her best not to let out another tear.

For a quick beat Sonic's spines stiffened, as he had just thought in that split-second of the things he wanted to do to the ones that told this ange—this girl—spiteful comments like that.

"Amy, it doesn't matter what others think. Y'see, personally—I think it looks terrible—" he pauses, trying to get a rouse out of her. But he can't help but laugh right after, throwing out that comment. Amy shakes her head, slipping out a snicker with him.

"But for real, Amy. Listen—I ain't the best with these speeches, but peep this. Be proud of your hair. It's weird, but cool. That's what makes it special. 'Makes you stand out from the array. It's a part of you that both you & I can appreciate, I feel. And y'know what, I think I saw your natural hairdo when you were tyin' it up that one time...you really don't have to hide that from me, Amy. Trust me, 's all good," Sonic nods with his last words as looks on at the landscape.

A lump of corniness lodges in his throat...

He hears her sniffle.

"Thank you, Sonic...you're the nicest jerk I've ever met," Amy smiles as she sheepishly tends to her hairdo.

Good, she liked it.

Then he takes his gaze back onto her again.

"Hey, uh—can I touch it?"

"Sure!"

Sonic enacts from the go ahead, feeling them. So strange how the spines curve upwards like that, like a frozen, tall tidal wave. They're not even resisting from their weird position by his touch, as if they are always meant to be shaped that way.

"...Wow."

"Y'know...this scarf I have. I keep it with me because of my mentor. The one who showed me all this spiritualism stuff..."

"Who was she?"

"Lady Lavender. She's this nice lady from this village I used to live."

"Cool."

"She told me something similar about my hair, too...like it's s'pposed to bring wonders to my life and beyond. For a long time, I never believed that. But now I do. She's prolly one of the greatest people I've ever met...second to you, actually," Amy draws out a cheerful beam.

"Yeah..." Sonic feels good about himself. Damn, does it feel good.

"She showed me how to mix up a deck, what the tarots mean, dowsing, all sorts. Even showed me how to tie my shoes," she wiggles her trainers a bit.

"So, like a mama."

"Yeah, like a Mommy...what about yours, Sonic? Or, did you have somebody like one?"

"Me? Eehh...I was born a lone hedge."

"You mean you had no parents?"

Sonic hoists his shoulders up with a head shake.

"Look at me. I was and still am a lone gunner. All these skills, these techniques you see me do? I built it from the ground up," Sonic tells her. "There was no other way to build my repertoire but that. Had no choice. It was hard livin' life with the world against you when I was a digit like you."

"And you turned out to be a great guy!"

"Hah, easier said than tryna be one!" he cockily points a finger to himself. "But 'nuff about me, I think those cards have waited long enough."

"Oh yeah, the cards!" she spreads her red scarf on top of the moss patch, then plants the box on top. Finally, she opens it up, revealing the mystical deck.

She presents them before his eyes. The intrigue is real—the strange, old-age drawings, the light-bending colors that encompass the backs of them...the small glints of sparkles that Sonic swears isn't part of his imagination...real cool stuff.

As Amy kept on talking, Sonic just looked at her. Usually the speedster would skirt by the most amazing things with a naked eye during his typical daily runs, but here...he couldn't get enough of her. Not much of an annoyance as he once thought.

She is young, bright, and fulla energy to keep him interested. There's also her plucky yet soft attitude, and her big heart; things like that all belong to this little hedgie like herself. Yet, he still feels there's more to why he's attr...likes her. Something unspeakable. Although he's zoned out what she's saying at this point, only giving vague nods in between her comments, the hedgehog's thinking that maybe she's right after all about those tarot cards leading her to him.

"She ain't so bad after all..." Sonic mutters.

"And if the pickle lands headfirst—Hmm?" her ear perks again.

"Nah, nuttin'. Keep it goin'."

"Were you listening? Don't you lie~," she playfully wags her finger at him.

Sonic snickers.

"Y'look cute doin' me."

"I'm gunna have to punish you, Sonic~"

"Oh really?"

"Yah!" Amy leaps on top of Sonic, laying on top of his belly, laughing.

"Rosy thinks she's got 'im beat...but the Blue Blur coulda ran at anytime..." then Sonic rolls on top of her—"but Sonic counters her with the hedgedrive instead!" he announces.

Sonic dramatically raises a finger.

"I'm gonna do it...," giving her a wide eye. She laughs, putting her hands up.

"Don't you do it!"

"I'm gonna do it...!"

"No, dont'chu do it!"

"Iiii'm gonna do it, now...Bop!" Sonic taps her nose, then rolls off of her.

"Boop!" Amy taps his nose. "Not bop."

"'Kay, then boop!" Sonic taps her forehead.

"Nuh-uh! Only the nose counts!"

"Aight, so can your tarot cards predict...this?!" Sonic strums his fingers on her side, causing her to bow with laughter.

"Bam!" Sonic gets her with a light double-finger tap on her nose.

The two laugh as they lay side by side, their mirth slowly mellows out as Sonic rests his hands on his chest, looking up at the rock.

"Y'see that cloud up there...? That looks like a boulder."

"You're so silly, Sonic," she nudges up against him a little.

"Wait a sec—that is a boulder."

Amy giggles again from Sonic's antics.

Sonic's a playful guy...but now he's weirded himself out even more. Did he really do that? He hopes what just happened is between him and Rosy, exclusively. But then again, why worry himself when this warm moss feels pretty nice to lay on, and also the cool air strolling by, brushing those worries away.

With his arms crossed on his port-belly, Sonic continues to let his eyes run through the abstract shapes of the rocky overhang.

Amy looks up with him, chatting about what objects she can conjure from the earthy ceiling, outlining some with her forefinger, feeling at home next to her idol. Not many people have a chance to be this close to somebody as grandiose, mysterious, even as badboy-like as Sonic...let alone catch the damn bastard.

Maybe he wanted to be captured...maybe, he finally listened to his heart this time and decided to give her a chance, instead of leaving her like she's some sorta basic girl. Doesn't matter, though; she feels oh so happy to be given this chance to get to know him...then she notices Sonic snoring off. Fast asleep...he was just boasting about the opposite, moments before.

Aww, look at 'im rest. And his gentle snores~

Amy doesn't even wanna bother him at all. Just watch him rest, slowly catching some Zs, looking so peaceful. On her belly, kicking her feet in the air, Amy rests her muzzle on her palms, her signature smile perpetually at bay on her face while she continues to stare at him.

The big heart she's already carried within herself feels like it's growing heaps and bounds the more she's with Sonic...this much happiness might be too much for those other girls, but not so much for this one. It feels nice to have this much love in her soul, so much so she hugs herself, blushing, absolutely enjoying the time they're spending together. She's been with him for almost a week, and still can't get enough.

The bottled up ecstacy inside Amy makes her giggle—she quickly stops, a hand stamped over her mouth, staring back him wide-eyed. Sonic's ears twitch as he shuffles a bit in his sleep. Got a bit too happy, there.

Then, she pops an idea. Carefully, she gets up, doing her best not to upset his sleep. She makes her way down the hill, taking a small trek along the dirt path within the valley they're in, soft winds brushing past her while she encounters a field of flowers.

Amy leans over her flower of choice, its petals blue and spiky, much like you-know-who. She smiles...it's perfect.

"I'm sorry little flower," she whispers to the flora as she picks it from the ground. Then, she hears something crack...

A large rock starts tumbling down...and it's damn huge at that.

Amy tries her best to evade, but then it rolls off the edge of a low plateau, right towards her direction—BLP! KikKRLK!

Hunched over, Amy holds her comically-giant Piko Piko hammer with both hands as the giant rock is split into gigantic chunks, all of them flying away from her. She pants...whew, it took a lotta energy for her to hit the rock so hard and so quick. Unbeknownst to her at first, a chunk of the defeated earth, after flying straight up from the strike, comes straight back down for vengeance, and her flower falls from her shirt, riding the passing wind—she gasps!

"Oh no!" she quickly reaches towards the mobile flower, discards the hammer outta instinct—

SsCHRK!

Amy stays hunched over once more, hands held tight around the stem of her gift as the giant rock is split in half, rocking on its halved chunks as the pink hedgehog looks around the dust.

Sonic wags his finger.

"Mmm-mmm mmmmm. Tryna' wake me with a rock? That's Knuckles' thing."

"Sonic!" she hugs her beloved blue blur. "Thank you so much for saving me...I was only trying to get you a flowe—oh no..." she realizes as soon as she raised it up for him to see—all the petals have withered away.

"Oh no..." she twirls the bald stem in her fingers, looking so defeated.

"Amy look..." Sonic takes a gander of the event in front of them.

The winds carry the blue petals into the air, soon enough traversing the winds along with many of the other petals from the flower patch. Amy tries to hold down her dress.

"Wooooow, so pretty..." she says, enamored by nature's art.

"That's what I'd like to see every day," he still stares at the airborne petals with a warm smile.

The two continue to watch, moreso Sonic as Amy slowly gets closer, attempting to reach for his hand to hold...

"Hey, lemme get your hammer." Sonic strolls toward her weapon, averting her plan. "I promise I won't break—ough!" the hammer isn't giving.

Sonic tries to pick it up again.

"What the?" With the most bewildered look on his face, he struggles to lift the handle, or at least tries to make the head budge...but to no avail. "I swear to you it ain't a comedy act," he dismisses this weird situation.

"Don't worry," she picks up the huge hammer like it's nothing, hoisting it over a shoulder. "I know."

Sonic points, but then wags his finger.

"...Nah. No, no, no, nah-nah—c'mon Amy. You're playin' games."

She shakes her head.

"That's the same hammer...that broke those rocks?" he points.

She nods.

"Yes indeed?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Whadidit—ugh..." Sonic's at a loss for words. "...I've seen Eggman's wacky antics before, but...that's crazy." His eyes dart between Amy and her hammer for a beat.

"Maybe I shouldn't ask, but...can you beat me at arm wrestling?"

Why did he ask tha—

"Nope. I'm not that strong. It's really hard to lift dumbbells. Ten push-ups are too hard for me, too, but this isn't. No joke." And her face is serious as a heart attack.

Sonic's taken aback. This is scary. And confusing.

Amy continues to look serious. Or, at least she tries to be serious, her mouth beginning to wrinkle, stifling in overdue laughter. She breaks her cold stare, still holding on to humongous weapon.

"Buahahaha-haaaaaa! Ahahaha, I'm sorry—your face! Hahaha! The truth makes you look so funny!"

"Heh-heh yeah, my face! Almost KO'd me with that hammer, that one time!"

"Hehehe! It's just a squeaky toy. That brings a lotta pain," she taunts Sonic with a smug smirk.

Amy snorts. Sonic shakes his head, scratching his spines.

"Those truth tests will eat you alive."

"Not with this," Amy gestures to her hammer before putting it away, in hammerspace.

"'Shoulda known it was my mind playin' tricks with me when I couldn't hold it up back at Egghead's fortress...remind me not to piss you off," he shakes his head.

Sonic chuckles it off soonafter, gesturing back to the rock. Amy and her magic, right?

"Let's sit back down."

Back at their spot, Sonic puts the stem down on the moss.

"Don't wake it," he tells her softly.

Amy nods with a smile, supporting her weight on her hands as she sits by his side.

"Hey Sonic..."

"Yup?"

"Do you...luh...ah...love me? Like really love me?" Even Amy can't understand why the words were stumbling out of her mouth like that. Whatever, hopefully her big smile makes up for it.

And to be honest, she knows her heart knows the definite answer, but she cannot bear to not live without witnessing Sonic admitting this to her.

Damnit, this question. Again. But now, there ain't any badniks to use as an excuse to evade the answer. Sonic is at a crossroads...him? Feeling luvydubby? Nah, this ain't it. This ain't him, this ain't Sonic...being all soft.

But Sonic seems to literately see that both Amy's heart and gaze alike are frolicking in the softness.

"I always imagine you and I hold hands...and then...and then, then we don't say anything. We feel a lotta things, y'know...like feeling embarrassed, woosy and, and...and embarrassed and—"

Sonic grabs her hand, their fingers intertwined, locked in place.

Amy feels like her heart is about to explode with jubilee—he's holding her hand!

A small, genuine smile of appreciation purses his face. Sonic then holds her other hand.

Amy's face flushes bright—she feels her heart beating at the speed of light—her own hands! Her own two hands! Held by the one and only...!

Then, he playfully rocks her hands side to side. With a slight bounce to the rhythm, even. Amy feels like she's gunna melt. Sonic jokingly gives her the eye again, making her smirk with love-stricken chuckling as her shoulders rise. He's roping her in—

"Guess what?" he asks her.

Amy's at a lost for words, kinda just a spectator in the midst of all this...

"Booo~oop!—," he drew her hands close to her face, making her tap her own nose. "—You're it!"

"No! Ahahaha!" Amy's built-up excitement lets loose in manifested glee as she falls back on the moss, nearly breathless. He's so much fun.

"Ah-ha ha ha haaah~...hey Sonic..." he's not there. "Sonic?" she gets up to see him a couple yards ahead, looking at the Sun beginning to set.

He observes the landscape, one hand hoisted on his brow to get a better look.

"'Wind's callin' me, Amy."

Sonic pauses. For some reason, it'll always be that one instance of wind he feels in his gut that it's his calling.

"Hafta' go..."

"Oooooh...already...?" Amy softly groans, leaning on his arm, as her own shoulders bobbing. Most definitely crying.

Then, Amy's surprised—he's hugging her.

It feels like a knot in his chest everytime he sees anybody cry, let alone her. Sonic holds her, feeling a bit sad also, but feels more warm than anything. Soon enough, Amy wraps her arms around him, bouncing the embrace right back.

This whole experience—the whole adventure, all leading up to this very moment.

To Amy? Simply incredible...but even for her, that's a bonafide under-statement.

And Sonic's never felt this...endearing before. He understood hugs to a degree, but now, he might truly understand their importance.

Then, a finger taps his nose, and a whisper of a familiar word following right after.

He snickers, then the two part arms.

Sonic wags his finger. Amy loves it when he does that...and there's that geeky smile!

"Now don't you cry~," he teasingly brandishes his index finger towards her nose.

"'Else I hafta' punish you."

Amy giggles, wiping her tears away.

"'Promise?" he asks.

She holds his hand with both of her own, and helps him tap her nose.

"Promise."

She laughs again, and then—she feels that familiar wind settling off, the air that makes her frilly shake as she opens her eyes. He's gone. Well, for now. But something strikes her mind—

"Sonic, wait! You forgot your—"

Amy runs back to their blue moss spot...but the stem isn't left behind.

"You forgot your boop," a big smile runs across her face. Then her eyes dart to a stray card caught in the winds.

Quickly, she hops up—catches it at the last second. She turns it around. The card reads 'Time's Entr'acte.'

She lets out a quick gasp and a smile.

"Wow."

Sonic's loud whistle echoes outward, his dirt trail following his blurred form.

"Byyye Soniiiiic~!" she screams through cupped hands, then happily waves a hand goodbye.

Meanwhile, Sonic speeds off, his feet unfurled in its speed, forming into a frantic mobius strip. He looks over his shoulder, watching as the ball of pink quickly diminishes into a speck within the grand valley.

Amy decides to climb atop the rock they were laying under, getting up on top to stand on as she peers off into the valley.

"I hope I can catch up with you someday."

She tucks the card back into her trusty chest and stands back up, the soft wind brushing her as she closes her eyes, reeling her head back laughing. Arms spread, she relishes in this wonderful feeling. Amy slowly spins around, taking a good look of the area they're in, enjoying the scenery...then she drops her hands, stopping herself right back at the angle she started in.

Amy peers off, far out...she bets her old sweater that she can now see a bit of blue ballpointing a thin column of earth far away...

She's right. Out here in the setting distance, standing on the very narrow tip of earth with little trouble, Sonic faces the way he came from.

He stares back at that rock, with the distinguishing bit of pink gazing at him. He ponders, deep in his mind, reflecting over the moments they've just spent just under a minute ago.

It was so unlike himself to experience such a thing, Sonic chilling with a girl. The ultimate timewaster in the worst way, among this endless, boundless world he's so infinitely interested in. But he thinks that's what made it better.

He slowly nods, staring down at his bald stem. Maybe chilling ain't so bad after all. At least with her. Come to think of it, Amy herself ain't no buster, either.

Sonic kinda seems to hate the fact that he's admitting inside his own head that girls aren't so bad. He was so wrong...as long as word or sight of this moment doesn't come out, Sonic wouldn't mind experiencing it again.

Or else he would have to punish her.

Smirking at that thought with a head shake, Sonic looks at his stem again, and then pulls out something else—a single petal.

Looking at it, his face lights up. After a short beat, he puts away his prized possessions.

In no time, the hedgehog hops, twists his body mid-air, holding onto the tip of the rock for support as his momentum takes him the opposite direction, zipping down the erected earth, continuing forth across various instances of boulders and earth before peeling out along the surface of the lake, soon enough launching himself off into the air with the help of a rocky ramp jutting from the watery surface.

"Woooooooooo! Yeeeah!" Sonic yells out, fists clenched at either side, chest jutting out, face beaming—and his energy? Unwavering.

Jealous Shorty's note: Ain't too much of a fan of these types of stories, but it came to me & I couldn't stop writin away. Been holdin off on it since mid-December, tho. It's corny, but w/ Sonic, it's a given.

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