Welcome. I'm Kosma Bandra and I am very excited to share my first real story. My good friend Raven Reverie published the story on her account as her story because I originally had some anxiety about posting this. But now that I've gotten over it, I'm resuming the title. She's been a little busy with preparing for college, so I decided that since I had the finished product, I might as well post it for people to read.

That being said, even though the story is pretty much completed, I will be updating day by day for the sake of reviews. You never know what you guys might say that I'll have to reconsider adding or taking out.

So I can't wait to receive feedback. I do it for you guys. Even if I don't know you. :P

Oh, and similar to my friend, the title of the chap is usually the title of a song or a very notable verse from a song. Sets the tone, and you have something to listen to!

Moving on, I hope you enjoy.

Sleeping

Yeah, it's that type of sleeping. Only you should probably be more concerned about who it's with.

At least Amy should...

Chapter 1: Cameo Lover

So here I was, simply walking through the park. It would be cliché to say that the wind carried me here, but it was the only explanation I had. I opened my front door this morning, and was somehow swept by some sort of light breeze compelling me to come here.

With eyes closed, it was summer. But it was spring time technically. The weather was just becoming so consistently warm that it was beginning to become so easy to think otherwise.

That was until one saw the cherry blossoms waving delicately on the trees, carpeting the ground and filling the air with a sweet, floral, innocent scent.

I breathed it in as my spring dress danced in the gentle wind. Something about today was so...

Happy.

I hate to resort to such a childish, general word, but the sun was out, the park was filled with playing children, and off to the horizon, there was a group of Mobian teenagers strumming their guitars and singing peacefully in soft harmony. There was no other way to describe it. Perhaps serene?

I don't know. It was just impossible to feel any anger, as if just being here, in the tranquility of this park, would give me a calm, positive mentality for the rest of the day.

But I was getting a bit carried away. It was only about—my eyes fell on my white watch, matching my white and jade green splattered dress—11:30 a.m. It wasn't even noon and there were another twelve or so hours of today where something could easily go wrong.

I sighed, realizing just how easy negativity could blind optimism.

"Hiya, Amy." I looked around the park before my eyes settled on Phil the Possum and his famous hotdog stand. I waved back excitedly.

"Hey, Phil!" I exclaimed, running toward him. "How are you doing?"

"Just fine, lil' lady," he replied, wiping the surface of his stand with a towel, "business is doin' great, but I would say that's just because of da weather. Not complainin' though."

I could feel myself laugh at his remark as he returned a smile. "So what can I get ya?"

"Well, since I simply love hotdogs..." I began, humoring him. He knew I wasn't here for me. "I'll have three chilli-dogs please. And make sure that they are made for me. Sonic despises them!" I giggled, unable to keep up with this outrageous fib. He returned another smile before producing a batch of his famous chilli dogs.

He brought out three hotdogs, each nestled comfortably in a warm bun. He then proceeded to slather chilli sauce on each one. As a finishing touch, he sprinkled some relish and cheese sauce on top.

I must admit, they did smell pretty tempting, but the fact that I didn't really know what a hotdog was actually made of led me away!

When he finished, he compiled the boxed hotdogs into a bag. I paid him, always leaving generous tip (I was a frequent customer in Sonikku's place).

"Ah, my favorite costumer..." he smiled as he took the tip. "Thanks. And go get ya blue boy," he said, as I nodded. "And if it doesn't work out, my son's in medical school. He'd love to date a pretty lil' lady like you. Bye now."

I could feel myself blushing at that statement and was suddenly very grateful for my pink fur. "Thanks, and what the heck, you never know!" I humored him once more before walking off. "See you later!"

With our closing good byes, I ventured out of the park to find my vehicle. I fished my keys out of my purse activating my car, a strawberry red mini-cooper.

I loved my car, and although Sonic's home was walking distance through the park, I didn't want the chilli-dogs to get cold.

As I straddled my seat belt on, I was beaming with silent determination. I was hoping that he would finally receive my affection toward him.

With a warm, charming day like today, how could he not say yes to a date? I mean, I had calmed down. I was no longer a twelve year old girl chasing pavements.

Or rather, chasing him on pavements.

And boys, or in his case, men, liked that right? That space to show them that us girls weren't desperate, but doing random acts (such as 'operation: chilli dog' right now!) to show that they are still always on our minds?

I understand. Sonic and I are friends. It's a difficult zone to cross. But that was his excuse years ago when we were teenagers...

"Sorry, Ames. I can't date you. We're friends, and you know me," he said as I was on the brink of tears, his lively emerald green eyes boring into mine as he stepped closer. He looked concerned, he really did, and my face—spoiled in an unflinching frown—did little to reassure him of his words.

He sighed before coming even closer, taking my hand. "I know you really like me, and I like you too, but I'm only seventeen, and it wouldn't be fair to you if we were in a relationship that I couldn't emotionally commit to," he said softly, but with firmness. It was too late though, tears were already streaming down my face, dampening my mussel and making me look all the more desperate. Tragic.

Sonic's eyes left mine as he seemed to study the sky briefly. His gaze then fell on mine again. But I could barely stand to look at him now. My eyes stared down at the grass instead. "Look Ames," he said once. He could probably see that I wasn't looking at him, "Amy," he said louder, gently shaking me as my weak gaze followed back to him.

"I'm going to make a promise to you," he stated, staring at me intensely, "I will date you..." he began as I could feel myself filling with unspeakable joy, "...in the future," he finished. And my heart fell slightly. Sonic took both of my hands this time probably feeling that he was losing me. "Listen. You're very special to me; we've been through a lot together. You're the sweetest, most determined girl I know, and I love that about you..." he said earnestly as my heart beamed. Love? He loves qualities about me?

"...But you know me, running all the time, saving the world. The last thing I can think about right now is having a girlfriend. But know that if I did, the first girl I would date..." he stopped before gazing at me, "would be you," the look on his face was passionate. Serious. The amount of joy I was feeling was immense, and I could feel my tears evaporate as he wiped them away.

He gave me his million dollar smile. "When the time comes, we'll both know. Trust me."

And with that, he gave me a single kiss on the cheek. He speed off, leaving me to hold onto that promise...

I sighed.

At times, I wondered if it was just a frail promise. A promise for me to get out of his quills and he could have his own life and I could attempt to have mine. But it wasn't working. Even nine years later, I remained conflicted.

We're adults.

At twenty-three I had matured. I had kept myself in shape, I had a nice body, and not to sound conceited, I felt that I was attractive enough, but it was beginning to become annoying that Sonic hadn't even tried going out with me yet.

He had promised.

I mean, other guys seemed to notice. I've had a decent share of guys ask me out or try to get close to me, but I would always turn them down. As I stopped at the intersection, I sighed.

I'd always tell them, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend, Sonic the Hedgehog."

But how long was I supposed to keep that up? I just wished it was true. How faithful I've been to him over the years...turning down every advancement, suppressing my urges for love as I tried not to question the turtle slow pace of the universe's fastest being...How could it be that hard for him to see that I loved him? That every day for me was a sacrifice for him?

I didn't want anyone else, but at the same time...I didn't know how much of this I could take. I'm just dying to be loved by him. And sure, I'll admit that it sounds pathetic, but it's the labor of love I have for him. Everything I feel for him now is so real, so why did it seem like it was so hard for it to become a reality? I cringed, somehow keeping my eyes on the road. What if we would never be a reality? I shook my head. No.

Times have changed. It seemed so superficial back then. As a kid I just wanted to have the guy that I idolized. The guy that was my hero. And he still is. But, want to be held. To be kissed; to be adored; to be wanted. Instead of feeling completely alone, as the rest of my close friends have established their 'soul-mates'...

I remember, Cream saying to me once, even in her tender teen years, that there was a way that Tails looked at her. A way that she knew that he was the one.

"The way he looks at me..." Cream pondered, before her chocolate eyes settled onto mine, "…he looks at me as if I'm the only person in the world, and he can't live without me. Gosh I love him." she said thoughtfully as Tails approached her from the doorway, giving her that same loving glare before kissing her softly on the lips...

I blinked my eyes, feeling a sharp ping of pain. Was it too much to ask for that?

I made a turn before coming into his neighborhood, trying to cast away my sullen emotions. I brightened as I came to his house. It was a really nice one too. Sonic didn't live in a mansion (although he could) and I see why, because that really wouldn't fit his personality; he spends too much time outside.

But he did live in a moderate sized home, three or so bedrooms, large living room, and even a finished basement bar/ television room. It was the ultimate bachelor pad.

I drove into his paved driveway, remembering to put my car on park. I stepped out as gracefully I could in a dress, and gently smoothed it out as I carried the bag of chilli-dogs. Closing my car door, I took a moment to stare at Sonic's home, a nice two-story house composed of brick, a multitude of white-rimmed windows and a dark cobalt blue door.

Inhaling the warm air, I shook my head. It's now or nothing!

"Open up your heart, Sonic," I mumbled to myself, as I proceeded to his front door with an eager smile. "And let me blow you away."

But before I could even open the door, I noticed that the blue entryway was left slightly ajar.

Hmm? That seemed off to me. I knew Sonic was an advocate for the carefree and adventurous lifestyle, practically commander-in-chief of promoting a worry-less world, but he wasn't careless. He wouldn't leave himself completely vulnerable to the unknown.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to cast away any negative feelings. In any case, Sonic could defend himself. He'd always had; he'd always will.

Gently pushing the door open, I peered inside. He wasn't in the living room, I noted as my eyes scanned the room, lit only by the rays of sunlight extending through the windows. The place was mostly kept in order, except there were a few papers hanging messily on the table, a plate of eaten food on top of his thick, large flat screen, oh, and a remote control lying raffishly on the floor.

I sighed. It was Sonic, and like all males, he had the incapacity to clean up after himself...

Sensing no immediate danger, I stepped into the space lightly closing the door behind me. I fought the urge to call out his name, as I didn't want to give away my cover just in case there was some terror that I had overlooked. But with my piko-piko hammer, I knew that I could still take on any challenge!

Breathing softly, I gazed around the house, looking for my self-proclaimed lover. The dining room and kitchen only seemed to stare back at me blankly.

"Okay...So I know that he's not on this level," I decided, whispering to myself. Maybe he was downstairs in the basement. Or upstairs sleeping, but Sonic was usually an early riser.

He just loved running during dawn, when the rest of the world was still waking and he could watch it all unfold. That was one of the qualities I loved about Sonic. He may seem carefree, just a young man who loves to run, eat chilli-dogs, and have a good time with his friends, but he was so much deeper than that.

The passion that he has for others, the beauty he sees in the world, and his desire to live life to the fullest is why the world adores him.

Why I love him so much.

But how strong is love? I could only help but wonder. Would my love for him bring him here right now? Make him accept me with all heart?

I released a sigh as I remained in the house. He probably wasn't even here. And it would just make me look more desperate if I continued to remain here when he returned.

My grip softened on the bag as I came in sight with my unfortunate reality. "I'll come back later," I whispered again to myself, slightly sullen. "I'll just drop these chilli-dogs off, and leave a note on the counter," I concluded, as I defeatedly walked toward the kitchen.

However, as if on cue, I heard a groan from upstairs. "Sonic," I mouthed, as I could feel my spirits uplifting. With the bag still in hand, I began to trot of stairs. What do you know? He did oversleep!

My heart was skipping. My ears were ringing. I didn't know what this feeling was but it was...different. Here I am using elementary words again! With each step drawing me closer, I turned toward a hallway and began to slow my pace, walking lightly. I wanted to surprise him.

Hopefully he'd see the excitement on my face and want to return it. He'd finally throw his childhood caution into the wind and make a move. He would kiss me, passionately, right there on the spot. So informal, but so perfect...

And I would be his forever.

As I approached his door, this one was also left slightly open. Ignoring that, I pushed it open, forcing myself inside, my eyes gleaming with exhilaration. And when my eyes focused on the sight in front of me...

I instantly wished I hadn't come here.

Any joy I had vanished. My eyes widened in shock, as my body became paralyzed in a horror only I could know.

Sonic.

Sally.

Together.

Sleeping.

Sorry Ames. :(

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter two should be up tomorrow. But if I get enough reviews (say five or so) it might be sooner... :)

Well then, see you later!

~Kosma B