Shooting Star (A Sonic Movie Fanfic: Book 1 of the Real World Chronicles)

Ch. 17: Can I Really Have A Life Here?

Twenty minutes later, the trio got an actual decent dinner at a local diner, then rented out a room in the motel next door. Willow brought her denim backpack along as they ascended the stairs to the second floor and inserted their keycard into the knob slot of the fifth door.

The girl immediately went into the bathroom and changed into her large jade T-shirt and violet and light blue basketball shorts she used for her pajamas. After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and using the bathroom, she left the bathroom and tossed her backpack onto the red cotton bed farthest away from their room's door.

She noticed that Tom was gone from the room. 'He'll be back,' she thought. Sonic was bouncing on the bed to her left, anticipating the sheriff's return.

Tom had just then returned with a small ice tub and three washcloths and set them on the dresser in front of the two beds.

"The floors were sticky," Sonic proclaimed as he bounced, while Tom put a couple of ice cubes into each washcloth. "The crowd was rough. And the odds were against us. But there was no stopping Donut Lord and the Blue Blur!" He pointed to Tom with both hands then did a hands-on-hips superhero pose for himself.

'Blue Blur, huh? That sounds WAY cooler than Blue Devil!' thought Willow, before adding onto the hedgehog's proclamation out loud while pointing to herself,

"And me! You forgot to mention me!"

Sonic completely ignored her little pointer and zipped over to her bed and plopped down next to the mini-dresser. "Scratch another one off my list."

He picked up his notepad and crossed out "start a bar fight" with his pencil.

"You are a weird little dude," commented Tom as he came around with the three icy washcloths and handed one to Sonic.

"Make that two weird little dudes," chuckled Willow, pointing to herself and the blue hedgehog. The sheriff shrugged at the weird comment.

"Here." He handed her the second makeshift icepack. "It'll do you some good to ease that swelling on your forehead."

The mint green-haired girl brought it slowly up to her forehead and sharply winced as soon as the cold washcloth made contact with the blue violet patch of skin. "Ow, ow, ow!"

Tom sat down on his bed and started icing his left cheek. "Mmmn," he winced.

Unsure of what he was supposed to do, Sonic brought his washcloth up to his cheek, even though he didn't get any bruises at all. "Mmmn."

"Mmmn."

"Mmmn."

Tom eyed him for a second, then made the noise again. "Mmmmn."

"Mmmmn," mimicked Sonic, rubbing the washcloth into his cheek. Willow giggled at his antics, while Tom just sat there annoyed.

"Okay..."

"So what are we gonna do now?!" the hedgehog then spurted out with glee.

"Well," Tom sighed, lowering his washcloth. "I'm gonna pass out watching TV. I think you should too."

"Oh, puh-lease," the girl rolled her eyes. "That nighttime ritual is the last thing on my mind."

"But this is my last night on Earth!" Sonic reminded Tom. "I want to soak up every last second!"

"Alright," Tom brought his washcloth back up to his face. "Anything you can find to do in this room, you knock yourself out."

The hedgehog pressed his lips together and looked around the room, then sped off around the whole place.