A/N: Yo! I'm back -.- But I do believe I lost my fanfiction charm, so I wish to get help from a fellow ffn friend. (: So until he responds, there won't be any lemons. But chillax - imma keep this chapter short and schwee. I have school in *looks at laptop time* 4 hours, and I havent slept yet. - u - (Sorry for the wait, hellfire ;D)

'If only the rest were like Olive...'

Amy's other two customers were bullshit. They harassed to the point of great soreness, and they were simply disgust-o. "Damnit, Sly." she muttered into her familiar pink pillow. "Damn you to the hottest fucking hell!"

She was no longer at her cozy home, but Sly's condo, where a spare room held her accessories and furniture she had moved from home.

Amy rose up from her bed and raged. She threw her lamp at the wall, punched a hole in the closet door, and headbutted the bedpost. Afterwards, she collapsed on the carpeted floor.

"What's all the racket?" Sly shouted and entered the room. He remained unfazed as he looked at the shattered glass and chips of wood lying around. "Rose, what am I gonna do with you?"

"Not have sex with me would be the mature thing." Amy whispered, laying her arm over her eyes, desperately trying to shut out the world around her.

"Amy, you know that pigs will fly when we don't get laid frequently." He smirked and bent down to kiss her hard, but she accepted the kiss without reluctance. "Babe, what's wrong? You usually push me away when I try to bust a move."

"My life is ruined." Amy snapped. "I live with a senior I barely know, the boy I love will never love me back, and I don't know who I am anymore. I truly am confused." Tears slid down her cheeks and on to the carpet. "I want to die." she groaned and crawled to her bed to sulk again.

Sly frowned. "But you're making money! And I only charge you a quarter of the rent here! Aren't you happy you have a roof? And food?"

Amy snorted. "I lost 30 pounds in the time I've lived with you. My only food is strangers' cum. I starve and I'm parched and bored and have heartache and headache and stomachache..." She rolled onto her pillow and yelled, "DEEEEEAAAATHHH! KYAAAAHHHHHHhhhhh!" into her pllow as loud as she could.

"How about I take you out, Amy? Want some food? Ice cream? Steak?" Sly sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her back. "Come on, it'll be fun! Why don't you throw on something nice and we'll go get some steak. Cool?"

"You've changed, Sly." her muffled voice announced. She turned her head to breathe and face Sly. "You really have. What's that I hear? Is that a heartbeat? Sly! You have a heart?"
Sly laughed and stood up to stretch. "Whatever, whatever." he grumbled and walked away into the living room. The sound of Family Guy told Amy that he was waiting for her to get dressed.

Amy emerged from her private bathroom wearing a pink tank top with a white long sleeve underneath, a pink miniskirt, and her candy pink heels. Eyeliner and eyeshadow was expertly placed and lip gloss made her lips seem metallic red. A red-and-white polkka dot headband was slid into place, and pearl earrings seemed to glow on her as well. She grabbed her expensive leather purse from the dresser and stared confidently into the mirror. This was the trouble-free Amy she knew. The one she used to be. But why? She was still on Sly territory. Amy sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. She took firm, steady steps toward her bedroom door and pulled it open. "Sly, are you ready?" she called out in the innocent voice from the past.

"I'll take my steak rare, like my lady." Sly told the waiter.

"And mine will be medium-rare." the pink beauty exclaimed.

The waiter nodded curtly and rushed off.

Amy traced a rose in the condensation beads of her tea glass. She smiled happily. The air smelled like fresh breadsticks and strong wine. Her day was speeding along perfectly. Speeding. She missed Sonic, but oh fuck. It was what it was.

"Sly, your order is up!" a voice announced over the intercom. "Stay here, Amy. I'll get our steak, alright?" He swaggered to the pick-up counter, leaving Amy to watch his cool, calm walk.

"A-Amy!" A familiar voice yelled, distracting her from dreams of ... Sly...

Some napkins flew off tables as a blue blur sped to Amy. She frowned.

"Um, hi? A simple hello is a conversation starter, it seems." Amy snapped.

"Amy! You have to help me! I -"

"Hello there, tramp!" A prissy voice slashed through the air, as welcoming as a prison. Sally Acorn turned to face Sonic. "Oh, Sonic! What ever is the reason you rushed over to this pink blob of spikes?" she questioned.

"Sally Acorn!" the intercom boomed.

Sally stared at Amy briefly, then dashed over to get the food, as if she was afraid to miss a moment.

"Amy, I need you to help me! You see, me and Sally are ... we're -"

"Sonic! Hello, there!" Sly grinned and set the steak plates and some sauce on the table.

"I'm sorry. Have we met?" Sonic inquired, clearly confused.

"I believe not. I'm Sly - senior."

"Sonic - junior."

"No need to introduce yourself, boy! The whole world knows your name!"

Sonic grinned sheepishly. "Well, not the whole world ... Look, Sly, I came to talk to Amy. I need help because me and Sally are -"

"GETTING MARRIED!" Sally squealed, carrying the steak plates.