Please Remember me and don't forget me...

Day 79

Amy's P.O.V

It's nearly Easter and I know Creamy is a teenager now but it's a fun tradition I do for everyone. I make chocolate eggs then the day comes I hide them for everyone.

It's a big task but I love playing easter bunny- or should I say easter hedgehog... It's so exciting to see who's first to find all their eggs.

Mental note:
Shadow, Fiona and Tails loves coffee chocolate, creamy and Scourge loves white chocolate, Blaze, Tikal and Silvy milk chocolate, Rouge and Sonia raspberry dark chocolate, Knuckles chocolate covered grapes wrapped like eggs, Sally hazelnut Chocolate. Now sonic he's always snacking on chilli chocolate it shouldn't be hard...

I just need ingredients and pure concentration.

I text creamy with a smile on my face.
Amy: Guess what?
Cream: what is it Miss Amy? ^^
Amy: I'm making the Easter eggs!
Cream: agh! I'm so excited! Need some help?
Amy: I'm okay! I want to surprise you all!
Cream: not even a tiny taste?
Amy: not even a tiny one XD

I can sense her pouting even though we're not in the same house and I can't help but laugh.

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Carefully I put wrapping over the eggs:
Red for Knuckles, Magenta for Rouge, orange for cream, yellow for Tails, Black for Shadow, dark green for Scourge, light green for Manic, grey for siver, dark purple for sonia, orange for Tikal and of course blue for the stranger.

We sure have gotten closer me and stranger, more than I would have expected... We must have been really close friends before, he's always looking out for me, even when distancing himself I giggle from the memory of the collection of pads I have in my bathroom. He got me a whole bag of different types even when he kept his distance. I'm guessing he found out from Tails.

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Wow... That took long. It's dark already outside I stretch my arms and look at the mess in front of me, it's like a crime scene. Beep, Dexter. Gosh I forgot about Dexter- I mean he's not really been part of the tradition. Sonic hasn't really either- I mean, I guess he has... I just don't remember it... There must be a lot I don't remember about myself without those memories... I wonder if I'm still the same without them. It feels like a piece is missing... I can't help but frown as I look up at my ceiling in the kitchen.

Gosh, I am exhausted... I walk tiredly to my living room, abandoning the mess and my body flops comfily onto my couch.

What did I act like around him? I mean, I've heard from him and Fiona. I used to chase him but that's it... I guess I've never tried to ask what I even acted like... I wonder if old me misses the way she used to act if she saw me now, would she be disappointed?