◤𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕪◢ - It Started With Vomit!

Chapter 8 | Eight Years [Gone] in an Instant

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"Mr. Shadow Hedgehog has been spotted around Monacy the past few weeks, to which is owed to newly wedded Mrs. Maria Hedgehog, and it has sparked heated speculations whether such a swift return to attend his star crossed lover's wedding was an attempt to reclaim her heart. Because as we know it, she was the last woman he was ever seen having intimate relations with in the longest time..."

"But isn't it a bit late for that though? Staying away does indeed make the heart grow fonder towards a partner, Mr. Hedgehog, but not a 4-year long departure! Take notes, Mr. Darcy, sir, because clearly, you do not know the basics of romancing your own Elizabeth Bennet!"

The talk show hosts began to giggle like a crowd of giddy high school girls.

Ew.

"I do hope our new Mrs. Hedghog is enjoying her much-deserved romantic getaway on her tropical-themed honeymoon."

"She had better! And don't leave even an ounce of space for the thought of Mr. Hedgehog; keep that action going with your man ALL NIGHT!"

They giggled again. Ugh! It is sooo infuriating!

"I can't bear to listen to that anymore!" My eyes burned in utter rage. "Turn off the TV!"

But the girls kept going like I hadn't even peeped a word. The audacity!

"I SAID TURN IT OFF, WOULD YOU!"

"Okay! Okay, Beyonce!" Cream did the honour.

"Do you have any more nails to chew?" Blaze questioned. "You've been doing that for the past hour now..."

"Oh." I gasped, switching to tapping my feet fervently on the ground - but they hadn't liked that option much either.

"I had much preferred you biting your nails," Cream groused. "The ground did nothing to deserve that."

"Oh for crying out loud--, I can't help it! Sonic's been gone forever and that jerk brother of his has been doing nothing but chasing the skirt of his ex-lover instead of looking for someone to actually marry, settle down with, and have the god-forsaken child his parents want him to have so badly!"

Damn. I should be a rapper. I've got good air capacity.

"Amy!" They bellowed at my harsh use of words.

"I'm sorry, okay..." and I really was.

"As you should be!" Blaze saw the need to add.

"But I'm just really impatient... and frankly, worried about the whole thing." Yet in hoping they would reach out to me in my pitiful state of woefulness, they only went dead silent.

Whether they felt bad for me or just didn't know what to say, I didn't know, and how could I when they kept their mouths shut like stubborn clams! This whole "giving me some space" ritual they were practicing hellishly religiously was stretching out far too long and I wasn't appreciating it. I needed their true opinions on the matter— some real, solid advice other than the usual "it's okay" or "just trust Sonic" or "as long as you love each other, everything will all work out" cliches! I needed a course of action to set things straight! And even if it doesn't go as planned, I wouldn't think of blaming them for it if that was what they are so worried about.

"Then screw him!"

Our heads turned in uniform to see Rouge entering the apartment.

"F*ck Sonic and tie him down as your baby daddy."

"I'd be the scum of the earth if I did that. And worse, a mistress!" Although my words came out heavy, my face cracked a dichotomy. I couldn't help but breathe a breath of relief - with some quick chuckles in between - upon seeing my most favorite bat in the world. My saviour had finally arrived! And although she was kidding, I know Rouge up-down, inside-out to take her seriously at times, it was a start for ideas.