Just a Dream

Chapter 19: 'Partay'

It was the night of their celebration, but it was only desk at the moment. The sun was almost gone and Amy was rushing in combing her quills into a pretty style, but it was coming out messy. She placed the comb down and groans, "Stupid hair,"

Amy was giving a beautiful white dress, with small diamonds on the top to wear. Her waist and below was a smooth white layer flowing up to her ankle. It was a simple but most beautiful dress. She shined brightly than the lights in the room, but she still felt pathetic. She wasn't much of the dress type. She liked skirts, shorts and pants, but dresses weren't her thing. She didn't mind of course, but it bothered her .The dress was a straps on, which relived her heart because straps off made the dress uncomfortable for her, and she'd have to be pulling it up every now and then. She didn't want to wear it just yet because she felt it could easily get dirty, so she let it lay on the bed.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her quills was messy and everywhere. It didn't want to stay in one place. She growled and covered her face in her hands. "I'm so ugly."

"I'm not satisfied with ugly. How 'bout hideously gorgeous?"

Amy's head lift up and through the mirror saw Sonic leaning against the wall next to the door. Amy smirked and turned around. "You sneaky hedgehog," She chuckled then raised her arm and pointed at the door. "Get out of my room." Her voice had grown firm and serious.

"Whoa whoa, Amy," He lifted both his hands up to his chest in an 'I surrender' pose. "I'm not goanna hurt you, Relax."

"You better have not," Amy rolled her eyes and faced the mirror. She grabbed the comb and smoothly brushed it down each badly curled quill. Sonic watched her struggle for what seemed hours with her quills. 'Girls,' He thought to himself. They made it so complicated for themselves.

"Grr! Stay still!" She yelled at herself in the mirror.

"You know, yelling at the mirror won't do you much." Sonic pointed out.

Amy whipped around and glared at him. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a low hissing voice.

"I came to see you," He simply replied with a smile.

Amy was taken aback from this and blushed. She still looked anger but Sonic could note she was shy or embarrassed, either way, it made him quirk a smile.

"I see, but I'm getting ready and you know how Rosie hates seeing us together." She explained, combing her quill.

"It's not that she hates it," Sonic began his smirk gone and his face serious. He walked up to her bed and sat there. "She's worrying too much. So are the rest of the mobians around here." He said bitterly.

"But they may be right." She responded back. Sonic's ears perked up and he stared at her with confusion. "Knowing you and the way you act, it's pretty dangerous for us to be in the same room." She teasingly told him.

Sonic laughed. Amy chuckled a bit. Hearing him laugh was fun; his laughter was a sweet juicy feeling, especially to her. She never knew how to make him laugh, she never though she would, but lately that's been changing around here.

"Of course." He chuckled.

Amy sighed and turned back around. Sonic shook his head and got up from the bed, making an old croaking sound, something, old beds, make. He walked to her side and stared at her suffering.

"I feel sorry for you."

Amy elbowed him on the stomach and he let out an 'oomph' along with a chuckle but grinned. "You're no help. Now get out of here." She demanded.

"Help? Oh that's what you want." He grabbed her comb out of her hands and placed it on the desk. "Hey!"

Sonic grabbed both her hands in one hand of his and with the other, bend down to her knees and flipped her up to his arms. It was an all sudden movement and she confused and scared. "I have a perfect way to fix your hair." He said.