BONUS:

In case any of you would like to read my other story, it is called 50 years younger. You know, if you like my writing.

Shadow: I don't.

Sonic: Who does?

I do!

Shadow and Sonic: YOU don't count.

Yeah? Well... BLEH!

"Just eat the damn soup, Sonic! You're wearing my patience thin."

"Seriously, Babe," said Rouge, her head popping over the couch. "It's just soup, and you're making Shadow angry. You're treading on thin ice."

Sonic pouted and tried to turn his head away. Shadow had caught his chin and turned Sonic to face him. He kissed Sonic; just a peck on the lips, but the hero wasn't quite ready to let him go so quickly. He immediately wrapped his arms around Shadow's neck in a choke hold and crushed his lips against Shadow's.

Shadow yelped in pain as Sonic accidentely stomped on his foot.

"THAT'S IT!" he shouted. Shadow pinned Sonic down onto the couch besides Rouge as he shoved the soup down his throat. Sonic- for some reason, just wouldn't believe chilidogs wasn't a good food to eat when sick.

Sonic gave up the fight and drank the rank looking bath water.

Rouge snickered at his scrunced up face, yelling when Sonic flicked her on the head. Finally, he winked at her as he pulled Shadow into a heated kiss.

"AH, MY EYEEEEESSSSSS!" was heard from all around the block by Rouge in attempt to hide her eyes from the horny hedgies.

Bye bye, guys! You were all great! I hope you read my stories again!