With things just beginning to blossom and the adventures only getting better, Yasemin and Sonic both have been feeling different ways about each other. Sonic constantly not letting Yasemin go and Yasemin unsure of her feelings it all comes down to t...
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Yasemin's POV
Today was pretty late. I've been thinking a lot about the last couple of days with Sonic and i don't want to admit it but i think i'm seeing Sonic in a new light and i don't know what to do or how to feel about it. I've been writing in my journal and been spending time with Sticks as she comes out in the village a lot and does her painting skills at night.
While she was doing it I was writing more in my journal. And then Sticks was done with her painting. I got up and had a look at it.
Sticks: Sticks, you are a mixed martial artist. (She picks up the canvas and stares at it)
I go up and have a look at the painting
Yasemin: very nicely done Sticks
Then she looks at it again
Sticks: Don't lie to me, Yasemin; this thing stinks!
Yasemin: no don't (take the canvas) it's amazing. I'll keep it ok?
Sticks: ok if you're sure. Hey you doing ok?
Yasemin: Yeah, why wouldn't I be?
Sticks: it's just you've been writing in that book and everytime you write it you get that sad feeling in your eyes. Are the words making you sad? Is the book taking over you?
Yasemin: what? (chuckles) no it's just uh....nothing
Then I grab my journal and decide it's probably time to go.
Yasemin: I'm actually gonna go and get some sleep. Thanks again for today Sticks i'll see you in the morning
Sticks: you too Yasemin sweet dreams
Then i leave go straight home
Sticks's POV
Yasemin seems to have a lot on her mind. Something is for sure corrupting her mind. I'll figure it out later.
But then I hear a strange sound, and when I look in the direction of the sound, there's an eerie, cloaked figure levitating beside a television antenna. I silently creep up to it, but the figure looks at me; its eyes are red, hypnotic swirls. It was about to corrupt my soul!
Sticks: Ahhh!
I ran away, scared. I gotta go get help.
(sonic's shack)
Sticks: Sonic! Wake up! (shaking him to wake up)
Sonic: (mumbling in his sleep) What'd you say, sugarplum?
Sticks: Don't call me "sugar plum"; i'm not Yasemin!
Then i grab him from the nose waking him up
Sonic: Sticks?! What are you doing?! Unhand my face!
