Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic the Hedgehog, nor Amy Rose.
Song: "White Horse" by Taylor Swift.
Amy Rose had felt like such a fool; her morning had been spent squealing and ranting on and on about how she was exhilarated to spend a romantic evening with Sonic, and she had spent her afternoon making preparations for the big night. She made sure she looked perfect to the last detail; up to her soft, now curled pink locks, down to her freshly pedicured toenails. She had adorned herself for hours, sporting a long, fiery red dress with thin straps, and even wearing some scraps of make-up, just to bring out the softness of her features. She was positively glowing.
Say you're sorry, that face of an angel comes
Out just when you need it to.
But, of course, her dreams of Sonic taking her out and serenading her with romance was but a childish illusion. She had learned that when she had spent nearly two hours at a booth in the fanciest restaurant in town (where they had agreed to meet at 7:00 sharp), eyes peeled, awaiting his appearance. He never came, and she felt like such an idiot for thinking this time would be any different then all the others. Why would it be?
As I paced back and forth all this time,
'cause I honestly believed in you.
How could he do this once again? He promised her! After the last time he had stood her up: "Next time, Amy, I promise. I swear on everything ever, I'll take you out, and I won't forget, and nothing will get in my way! Please, forgive me?" And of course she had forgiven him. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Now she sat alone in her apartment, still in her pretty red dress, which was now slightly wrinkled when she had run out of the restaurant out of pure humiliation. The hairspray to sustain her lovely pink curls was now just making her hair a frizz. Her little scraps of make-up, now just running down her face, being carried by her tears…
"How is it, I got up for the letdown once again? Haven't I learned? Will I everlearn?" she thought bitterly to herself. "I can't believe how stupid I am," she muttered to herself, devastated.
Holding on, the days drag on.
Stupid girl, I should have known,
I should have known.
She sighed, exasperated, wiping away her tears. She didn't know why she was crying. It's not like it mattered. Facts were facts: Sonic stood her up, simply because he just didn't care. And even if she didn't want to, she would just have to move on…
And then, came the soft rapping on her door.
I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell.
Amy had a good idea as to who the late-night visitor was, but her heart didn't fill with glee like it ordinarily would. This time, only the pain resurfaced, and thinking of him now only sickened her to the core. The soft rapping came again. Amy silently stood up from her spot on the couch, and pressed her body against the door, ear twitching, to confirm her suspicions as to who it was.
"Amy? Come on… I know you're there. Please, open up." She had been right. Sonic the Hedgehog was on the other side of the door. At first, she wasn't sure what she should do. Pretend she's not home, or open the door and tell him off? Maybe she wouldn't do either.
It took her a moment, but Amy had to find her own voice, her eyes still shining with tears. "Ames, open the door, please. For me?" She put her hand on the door knob, but just as she did that, she decided she wouldn't make it that easy for him. "What do you want, Sonic?"
