Engaged to my childhood enemy - A sonamy story

Chapter 5 : under the same roof

The morning after their icy argument, Amy woke up on the couch, stretching with an annoyed groan. The dull ache from the stiff cushions beneath her was a cruel reminder of her stubbornness; chaos, why hadn't she slept in the guest bedroom? Sonic had made no effort to talk to her after last night's blowup, and she didn't plan on changing that. She quietly gathered her things, hoping to slip out before he even noticed. By the time she left, Sonic was still fast asleep in his room, none the wiser.

At work later that day, the office buzzed with its usual energy. Amy sat at her desk, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of last night in an endless loop. Just then, her phone buzzed, breaking her from her thoughts. Rouge walked in, arms crossed with a knowing smirk.

"So, any updates?" Rouge asked, leaning against the door frame.

Amy sighed, letting her shoulders droop. "Please... we had this big argument, and I ended up sleeping on the couch." Her voice was heavy with frustration.

"The couch?" Rouge's eyebrows shot up. "Doesn't he have a guest room?"

Amy felt her cheeks flush. "Ugh, he does! But I was just too angry to even think straight."

Rouge chuckled, shaking her head. "Okay, Pinky, calm down. Look, I'm sure you two will sort this out. It's still early days, right? You'll get over this pettiness."

Amy pondered Rouge's words, her expression uncertain. "I don't know, Rouge. There are these moments where I think it could be fine, that something could change. But then he proves to me that it's not."

"Well," Rouge started, trying to lighten the mood, "you better figure it out because I'm rooting for you two. It would be nice to see you happy, you know?"

Amy rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling at her friend's enthusiasm. "Thanks, but right now, I just want to get this work done. Let's change the topic."

"Fair enough," Rouge replied, straightening up and walking toward Amy's desk. "Let's tackle this project before I get too distracted by your relationship drama."

With that, they both settled into their work, but Amy's mind still drifted back to Sonic. What was it going to take for them to find a way through this?

Meanwhile, Sonic was busy at his desk, buried under emails and paperwork. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen, seeing his mother's name.

"Hey, Mom," he answered, leaning back in his chair.

"Sonic, darling," his mother's voice was warm but firm, the kind that let him know she wasn't just calling to chat. "We're having a little get-together tomorrow night. Some family, a few close friends... you and Amy will be there."

Sonic's immediate response was to groan inwardly. A dinner party? With Amy? Perfect, he thought sarcastically. "Uh, Mom, about that... we're both swamped with work. You know how it is. I'm not sure we'll be able to—"

"Oh nonsense!" she cut him off, her voice still cheerful but now with an unmistakable edge. "You're the CEO. You can take one day off, and so can Amy. Her parents are coming too, and her brother Albert. No excuses, young man."

The phone call ended before he could argue further. Sonic stared at his screen, then groaned aloud. Great, he thought. Things between him and Amy were already strained from yesterday, and now they'd have to play the part of a happy couple in front of their families. He didn't even want to think about how Amy would react to this news.

By the time he finished work and got home, Sonic was feeling even more on edge. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his coat onto the nearest chair. The kitchen was filled with the smell of something Mari was preparing, and as he walked in, he saw Amy there too, helping her out. For a split second, their eyes met, but Amy quickly looked away, focusing on the task in front of her. Sonic clenched his jaw and turned, heading upstairs to change into something more comfortable.

Dinner that night was quiet, as it often was, tension thick in the air. They sat at opposite ends of the table, eating in near silence until Sonic decided it was time to break the news.

"So, we've got this dinner party tomorrow night," he said, not looking up from his plate.

Amy's fork froze mid-air before clattering to her plate. "What?" she asked, her tone flat.

Sonic sighed, clearly annoyed. "Chaos, what do you think I just said?"

Rolling her eyes, Amy set her cutlery down. "Yeah, well, you can go by yourself."

"Actually, I can't," Sonic continued, his voice strained. "Both our parents are going to be there."

Amy let out a groan of frustration. "Ugh, why? Why can't they just leave us alone?"

"Yeah, well," Sonic said, finishing his bite, "we're gonna have to keep up an act, okay? Pretend like we can stand each other for a night. I'll try to deal with you for a few hours, and you... well, you can pretend I'm tolerable."

"Back at you," Amy shot back, glaring at him.

And with that, the conversation ended, tension hanging thick in the air. Amy pushed back her chair and got up, muttering a quick thanks to Mari before disappearing into the far living room. Sonic watched her go, scoffing quietly before heading upstairs to the guest bedroom.

He lay in bed that night, tossing and turning. No matter how much he tried, sleep wouldn't come. His mind kept drifting back to their first night in this house. Normally, Sonic had bouts of insomnia, often staying up late into the night running to burn off the excess energy. But that night, with Amy by his side, sleep had come surprisingly easy. He scowled, pushing the thought away. She probably put some sort of sleep spell on me, he muttered to himself. A witch, he thought with a smirk, but he quickly shook the ridiculous idea from his mind and forced himself to close his eyes.

Meanwhile, Amy was lying awake in the guest bedroom , staring at the ceiling. She couldn't believe she had to go through with this charade tomorrow. How were they supposed to act like they were in love, like newlyweds, when they could barely stand to look at each other? At home, it was easy enough to be themselves—no one else was watching. But tomorrow, they'd be expected to put on a show for their families and friends. She sighed, tossing onto her side, her mind racing. She'd have to suck it up for a few hours, that's all. Pretend like Sonic wasn't driving her crazy every waking moment.

Her eyes flicked to the door , where she knew Sonic's room was down the corridor . For a split second, she wondered if he was awake, if he was thinking about tomorrow too. But then she shook her head, dismissing the thought. She had more important things to worry about—like how she was going to survive this party without strangling him in front of everyone.

With that, she turned over again, finally sinking into an uneasy sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.