Chapter 7

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"Come on." I huffed, "Stop being such a baby." I rose my hand for the fifth time in the last ten minutes that I have been standing outside of Sonic's door, and forced myself to knock.

My knuckles banged against the rough wood, giving a muffled groan as the knock echoed through the air.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I looked towards my feet, stepping side to side, distributing my weight from heel to heel.

I can't believe I'm really doing this.

My eyes flickered to the doorknob as I heard the small ticks of its gears turning to unlock itself.

Tick.

I could feel my stomach aching in pain as it did flips, I didn't know it could do.

Tick.

My legs began to sink into the ground beneath me, condemning me to my fate.

Tick.

I gasped as my throat constricted my airways, making me feel lightheaded.

Slowly my body was beginning to devour itself, and I had given into the idea; until his piercing lime eyes landed on me.

Like a shockwave, running up my spine, I felt myself coming back together. It was an overbearing feeling, a heat I was uncomfortable with; I could feel it slither down to my toes, and back up to the tips of my fingers.

"Amy?" His voice echoed away from me.

I forced myself to look away from him, the instant warmth that he had given me now turned into a chilling frost on the tip of my nose. I let out a hollow breath, "Yeah," I huskily whispered, "Um," I took in a deep breath trying to clear my thoughts, "I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies with me?"

Instantly clicking my tongue at the words that escaped my lips, "No! I mean, not with me," I hastily explained, "Ugh, well with me, but not just like me alone, as in like not us alone." I fumbled over my words as his eyes watched each movement of my scrabbling hands.

He smiled slyly, letting out a soft chuckle, "Sure, I'd enjoy a movie."

"Great!" I chirped, then let out a groan as I noticed how excited my voice had sounded, "I mean, great," I smoothed as I cooly stuck my hands in my winter coat, "let's go."

I spun around, trying to walk as fast as I could away from that embarrassing situation I had just put myself in. Why didn't Sally go and ask him? Why did I have to be the one to ask him? God, I made such a fool of myself, he probably thinks I'm weird.

Ew, I just hate the feeling he gives me, it makes me want to puke.

"Ames!" Sally called from the driver's seat, "hurry up or we are gonna be late!"

I rolled my eyes, "We're coming!"

That's when I saw it, that little twinkle in her eye, the twinkle that meant she would brew up a storm; a storm that wasn't welcomed.

I should have just stayed home.

x

We had all mutually decided on watching an action movie about a group of vigilantes that go around robbing banks for to give to the less fortunate. It looked like an interesting movie, and was certainly something Silver and I would normally come to watch.

But I was rather suspicious as to why Sally was so easily convinced on when it came to deciding on the movie. Normally Sally would argue day-in to day-out on watching a romantic comedy, but this time she just caved in to whatever I suggested.

I looked over towards Sally, she was standing with the rest of our group - Blaze and Cream - as they all stood at the topping station to add butter to their popcorn.

Sonic and I were still in line to get our snacks for the movie, but our cashier was taking his sweet time with each customer.

I groaned in annoyance, as I looked around for any possible escape route to find that this was the shortest line open. "Great." I breathed out loud.

Sonic, who was standing beside me gave out a soft chuckle, "Are you always this impatient?"

"Well, it's certainly not a trait I brag about."

He shook his head in a playful manner, "Haven't you ever heard the phrase, 'good things come to those who wait?'"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't think that applies in this situation, because if we wait too long then we will miss the movie."

He gave a soft smile in return, and remained quiet until we got to the front of the line.

"Finally," I whispered beneath my breath.

"Hello, what can I get for you tonight?" The cashier boy with the light hazel eyes asked.

"Can I get a medium popcorn, and a large pink lemonade, and," I hummed as I looked around at the candy that was on display, I pointed to the chocolate covered raisins, "can I get on of those?"

The boy nodded and began to place the items that I ordered on the glass countertop, "Anything else?" I shook my head, and he nodded and turned towards Sonic who stood beside me. "Anything for you sir?"

I peeped in before Sonic could answer, "Oh, no, we are separa-"

"Just a medium coke," Sonic cooly spoke over my rushed tone.

I looked at the boy, who looked back at me then back at Sonic before he proceeded to getting the drink. I watched as Sonic shuffled in his back pocket to get out his wallet, I held up a hand, "You don't have to, really, Silver left me some money and I can get it. I mean after al-"

"Amy, it's on me" he cooed softly, his honey voice melted in my ears at the sound of my name leaving his lips. His eyes looked down at me, radiating such a warmth in me that when the cashier boy came back, my body was unable to protest Sonic's next action.

Walking back to the girls I tried my hardest to ignore their taunts at how Sonic had paid for my things. I simply replied with the fact that it was a friendly action, nothing more to read into; but of course they didn't buy it.

We walked into our designated theater, and we all decided to sit in the back row, but there was another group sitting in the back row as well - and everyone knows that you don't wanna sit next to strangers when watching a movie - so we ended up splitting into two groups.

Blaze, Cream and Sally in the back row, and Sonic and I sitting in front of them in the second to back row. I groaned, of course this was Sally's plan to make Sonic and I sit together, but I will show them. I'm not going to let them get the better of me.

Watching the girls take their seats, I motioned Sonic to follow me, "Come on, let's sit more towards the front. No one ever sits in the front anyway."

Sonic began to walk down the steps towards the beginning rows, as I followed, but making sure to look back at the girls with a glare so cold they should have been shivering.

Turning to walk down the stairs, I met Sonic's vibrant eyes that waited for me at the bottom of the steps. My head began to buzz, as my mind drifted to what felt like a memory to a similar time when I walked down a stairway into his mesmerizing eyes.

My heart pounded in my chest, so harshly that I felt my fingers gently curl around the edge of my winter coat. A wave of nausea overcame me as I felt that unbearable warmth again, the same warmth that consumed me each time we met our eyes.

He had frozen time, with just a glance.

Why do I always feel this way around him? I always get so warm, and my heart begins to hammer in my chest.

What is wrong with me?

"Amy?" His voice called out to me, singing my name in a soft peaceful hum. I bathed in his peace for an instant, letting it drown me in a comfort I didn't know another person beside my mother could give me.

"Amy." He called again, this time harsh. The soft breeze of the air conditioning within the movie theater finally hit the tip of my nose, wakening me from trance.

I moved a foot forward, noticing a soft crunching sound beneath my feet. I looked down at the illuminated stairway to see the popcorn I once held in my hands, was now spread out on the ground chaotically. "Fuck," I hissed under my breath.

I stepped over the fallen corn and I made my way to Sonic, trying to calm the nerves that numbed my body. "Are you alright?" He asked as we took our seats, his hand stretching to meet my own, but then quickly slapping it back down to his thigh.

"I'm fine." I lied, "I just feel light headed."

He hummed, "Do you want to leave?"

I looked up at him confusion, "What?"

"Watching a movie might make it worse," he explained himself calmly, "if you feel uneasy, loud sounds might bother you."

I shook my head, "No, I'm okay."

"Alright."

I should have just said yes to leaving and going home, because I couldn't pay attention to the movie at all. Sonic remained silent, he hardly spoke throughout the movie, which I actually enjoyed because I needed to be alone in my thoughts for a while.

Why do I feel so weird around him?

I hardly know Sonic, there is no reason for me to feel anything when I'm around him.

We bump into each other a lot, and sure we have our colorful encounters. Although I haven't really had a deep conversation with him to know anything about him, I just have my own version of him in my mind.

Maybe if I got to know him better I wouldn't feel so weird?

Maybe that's it!

Right? I mean when you are around people you don't really know you tend to feel awkward right? Subconsciously I must be nervous, but my pride refuses to let those feelings emerge.

Though, that doesn't explain the warmth that I feel around him. I hate even thinking about it, it makes me so uncomfortable. Maybe it hormones responding to a good looking boy, because let's not kid ourselves; Sonic is very handsome.

I let out a loud breath, maybe I'm just losing my mind.

"I need some air." I whispered to Sonic. He nodded in understanding and began to stand, I took hold of his jacket, "wait," I rushed, "you don't have to come with me."

He smiled, "I want to."

x

I didn't really know what to think at the moment.

I wasn't sure how to soak in the moment before me, as I looked down at our reflections of the fountain water. The air was cold, a sickening cold, but I was warmed as I sat beside him. I gave up on trying to figure out what it was about him that made me feel the way I did whenever he was near, I just let it be.

"I've always loved the winter time." I said aloud.

His lime eyes looked towards me, "Really?" he seemed surprised by my answer as if he had already concluded his own idea of me, as I did of him.

I smiled softly, "Yes, It's my favorite season. No matter how cold it gets, I always feel a warmth in the air that only comes around this time of year."

"Why is that?"

"I'm not really sure," I answered honestly, "I looked for the same warmth during the summer time, spring too, but nothing ever comes close."

I heard him chuckle lightly, "You might think I'm lying, but, I've always felt the same way."

I cocked a brow, "Really?"

He nodded.

I huffed out a breath, "Well, maybe we aren't so different after all."

He grinned, looking up to the midnight sky, "Maybe not."

"I still can't believe Silver made you babysit me." I coughed out jokingly.

"You'll never get rid of me Amy, no matter how hard you try." He joked back.

Those words, he said them so effortlessly, like second nature. They were words I have heard before, from his voice, I know it. I can feel it down in my core, that he has said that to me before; I just couldn't pinpoint where.

"Sonic," I spoke huskily.

He looked down at me innocently, "Yes?"

"I," You are going to sound crazy Amy, don't ask him, "I feel like," don't do this! "Um," I felt my heart beginning to pound in my chest, "like, we have met before," good job, now he thinks you are a psychopath, "I just," I stumbled to correct myself from sounding like a maniac, "I feel like there's something about you that I feel is memorable."

There it was, that yearning look of his. But in the same instant that it appeared it was washed away, making me question if I saw it at all to begin with. "You do?"

"Y-Yes." I croaked, "I mean, have we? Do I sound crazy?" I groaned, "God, I'm probably scaring you. I'm sorry."

I was expecting him to just awkwardly laugh off my insinuations, or at least do something other than his next action. He drew a hand, running it through his cobalt hair, a sly grin from ear to ear. "Well, at least you haven't completely forgotten about me."

"W-What?" I was speechless.

He knew something! How could he possibly know something I didn't know? What is going on?

Suddenly he let out a warm laugh that filled the lonely winter air, "I'm joking Amy," he shook his head, "but you should have seen your face!"

I shoved him in that moment, "Sonic! You jerk! I was starting to feel like I was going crazy!"

"I know," he snickered.

I rolled my eyes, "You are such an idiot you know that? I was being serious!"

He continued to laugh, gently holding his stomach as he tried to calm himself, "I just," he muffled out through his laughs, "I had too."

"I hate boys." I said aloud to myself.

"Oh Amy, don't be that way, we aren't all bad."

"No, just you." I huffed.

"Yeah, just me." He agreed. "But, in all seriousness, maybe I just remind you of someone."

I smirked, "Yeah, you're right. I mean you are such a stereotype, I probably just confused you with those crappy movies Sally has been making watch."

"Watch it." He hissed.

I giggled, "You surely got that, 'bad-boy' thing going for you."

"The baddest."

I rolled my eyes, "The lamest."

"You just enjoy aiming for the jugular don't you?"

"I mean," I smiled, "It is the fastest way to kill someone."

"You should smile more." He suddenly spoke, "You look better when you smile."

"What are you trying to say that I look bad when I don't?"

He shrugged playfully, "You said it."

I slapped the back of his head, "Keep pushing it Blue Boy."

He cocked a brow, "Oh? So back to that now?"

"Yup."

The next words that escaped his lips were merely a distant whisper as they melted into the breeze, and if I wasn't beside him I would have never heard them, "Alright, Moonflower."

Those words had triggered a memory that was hidden in the deepest part of my mind.

I couldn't see anything, nothing but darkness surrounded me. The icy air danced on my bare skin as I stood in the room with no end, and I had felt an unbearable coldness that resembled death.

But there was a man who stood in front of me, his hand stretched out to me, his skin pale as the moon that rose in the night, the moon that my mother had warned me to stray away from. It glowed in the darkness, comforting me as the moon did whenever the light would go away, so I touched it. I took his hand, I took the hand of the man of the moon, and although I was lost, I had never felt so safe.

His words sang to me, like an old lullaby, "My moonflower, welcome home."

I opened my eyes and looked down to my feet, my brown winter boots meeting my gaze. The darkness that had surrounded me had disappeared with a single blink.

What in the hell was that?