Author's Note:

So, first of all, I haven't written a fanfic in years. I am so sorry if this is bad haha, I just have an overwhealming need to write about Tails and Sonic- and what better way than to write the most generic story every about how they met?

PS. as always, i don't own these characters!

It was a sunny, typical day on Westside Island. The village was already awake in the early morning, activity bustling. Mobians walking to shops and kids already at play, but one child was on the outskirts, looking in. He shifted among the forest's trees.

Miles had awoken with the sun just like the rest of the village and had skittered towards the buildings, belly grumbling. His hunger was guiding him, but he held back from running in, wanting to be careful.

His twin-tails flicked impatiently as he peeked out of the cover of the trees, looking towards a small restaurant. There were a few mobians already sitting at tables just outside of the place, enjoying the sun and eating their breakfasts. None seemed to notice the fluffy kit eyeing their food from the greenery.

The fox wasn't too far from them, as this restaurant wasn't that far from the forest. It was one of the closest places to get food from, provided he didn't get caught. Miles sighed quietly, as he readied himself. He didn't like to steal, but it had been a couple of days since he'd gotten good food.

Mostly, he ended up having to steal from the trash or find some fruits in the forest. But he'd rather not try that again, because the last few berries he ate made him feel sick for the rest of the day. The kit shuddered a little remembering the cramps he'd had.

It wasn't very long until he spotted a good time to dash out, when two squirrel mobians stood up from their seats, leaving scraps and their bill on the table. Miles could smell the pancake syrup from where he was, and his mouth watered. It was time to go for it!

He rushed out as quietly as he could, sticking closer to the building wall itself and peering over the corner for a moment, and then running over to the now empty table, before the small restaurant's owner or waiters noticed that the two had left their meal. He ducked almost underneath the table itself, waiting a moment, ears pricked.

When no yell or harsh comment came towards him, he reached up for the closest plate, pulling it down to himself and wasting no time in practically inhaling what was less than half of a pancake on it.

It was delicious, and even still warm! But Miles didn't really have time to savor it, as the kit knew he may get caught any moment now. He carefully placed the plate back onto the table, and grabbed the other plate, finding just a piece of bread left on it.

Grabbing it as he still chewed the rest of the pancake, it was just in time to hear the owner of the place call out angrily. "Hey now!" The steps hurried towards Miles, and he didn't have to look to know that the bear mobian was coming towards him with a broom, as he'd done many times before. "Get outta here! Payin' customers only, shoo!"

The fox swallowed hard on the last of the pancake, bread still in his hand and he yipped as he felt the wind of the broom just over his head as he ducked down and made a mad dash back towards the forest. He took a glance just as he made it to the cover, diving down past a bush, just to make sure he wasn't being followed, though the adult didn't keep chasing him past the general area of the tables.

He never did, but sometimes Miles felt that if he'd make him mad enough, the owner might just keep chasing him like some of the other adults do. One woman had tried to catch him once for picking things out of her trash, and she had been so determined that she chased him for a long time, through the forest. She'd screamed that she'd bring him to the police if she ever caught him, but Miles wasn't really sure why. After all, it was trash- something she didn't want anymore, but he guessed maybe she just didn't like him.

None of the kids liked him very much, and they chased him a lot, so that's why he guessed this way. He didn't go near the woman's house again after that, choosing instead to search garbage bins elsewhere.

Catching his breath, still holding tightly onto the piece of bread which had now stopped being fluffy and started to drop a lot of crumbs(probably dropped plenty in the run to the forest, as well). The twin-tail ate the last of his food a little more slowly, mouth drying and making him wish he had been able to get a sip of a drink while he was at the table. But that was okay, because he knew where fresh water was.

Some children laughing made his large ears twitch, perking up and listening. They sounded like they were walking by the restaurant he had just run from, and not wanting to get noticed or seen, Miles started to slink away further into the trees. Sometimes when he's hidden behind bushes before, they've spotted him, so he didn't want to risk it right now, having just gotten food without getting whacked.

He kept moving until he found a stream, and sat down at the edge so he could cup some into his hands and sip. "A good start to the day," He muttered to no one in particular, tails swaying behind him, happy now with food in his stomach. "Maybe I can find something to play with today, too."

The trickling noise of the stream kept the child content for the moment along with his belly full of food. His ears swiveled every now and then anyways, however, still listening for anybody approaching.

So when a very loud crash suddenly sounded nearby, the kit rightfully jumped, fur rising. His head turned towards the noise, and he realized that it had come from the beach. Curious, the little fox got up and headed towards the sound. As the trees thinned out to reveal the sandy beach-line, it was quite obvious what the crash was. There was nothing else around, but very clearly- a plane, smoking slightly, nestled into the sand, almost sideways.

Miles slowed near the edge of the trees and bushes, choosing to stay within cover while he investigated, in case somebody were to spot him. "Wow," He breathed out as he looked over the scene before him. "A plane!" The fox didn't have to start to worry about whoever had crashed it, because an irritated voice came from the other side of the plane. "Great! Just great!"

And a second later, the owner of the voice darted to the other side of the plane, jumping up and opening a panel on the side to let more smoke out. A blue hedgehog stood, tapping his foot as he angrily looked over the plane. The plane-crasher didn't look very hurt, though the end of some of his quills looked a little black from the smoke.

He muttered a few more words, clearly upset, but Miles was too far away to make it out properly, and then in a blink of an eye the hedgehog zoomed off with a burst of speed, right past Miles and into the forest.

He'd come pretty close to where the twin-tail was standing, enough so that it spooked Miles- falling straight onto his butt and slightly away from the wind-wrecked path that was left by the speedster. That was really close! Even though the hedgehog was a stranger that he'd never seen before, the kit wasn't quite willing to be seen by him and face another person who wanted to harm him.

Miles looked back towards the trail that the mobian left, tails flicking in hesitant interest, since the hedgehog had already gone. But he was super fast. That was cool!

It wasn't a great situation Sonic was in. His plane had started smoking, so he'd crash-landed on the beach, and in doing so successfully stranded himself for at least a few days. He'd sped off after giving a few choice words to plane, and eventually found himself at the nearest town, rather easily.

That was probably the extent of his luck, having realized that his plane crashed just a little ways outside of this village. The first thing he did was check the amount of money he had, which all in all, might be enough to buy tools to fix the plane. That being said, he had hardly any idea what could be done to fix it, and probably not enough money to get someone else to fix it unless he wanted to go hungry.

Sighing, the hedgehog moved quickly around a few buildings until he came across one that looked like it had something to do wth mechanics, and walked in. "Hey there. What can I do ya for?" The question coming from an old man in the shop, who was bent over what looked to be an engine. "Hiya, I was wonderin' what would be good tools to fix a plane engine..." He trailed off, looking at the wall of tools behind the old lynx, slowly realizing he may need to get a little more specific.

The feline let out a scratchy laugh, "Well, sonny, that all depends on the type of plane engine ya got."

Author's Note:

Aaand that's it for this chapter! Hope you enjoyed! As of right now, I have another chapter written and will be posting it soon!