What Makes You Different

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Amy awoke the next morning to the phone wringing of its hook. The memories of the night before flooding back to her as she stumbled out of her bed and picked up the phone. She was hoping it wasn’t Cream or even Rouge. As much as she loved them to bits, she didn’t feel like speaking to anyone.

“Hello”, she said dully. A small jingle of a chain and the sound of music suddenly vanished and she heard the voice of Vector.

“Hey Amy, are you ok?”, he asked, sounding very concerned. She smiled at the concern the crocodile was showing her.

“Yeah Vector, I’m fine. I’m just a little tired”, she answered, her hand reaching for a pink quill and twirling it around her finger. There was a slight awkward pause for a second. Amy swallowed the lump in her throat and slid into a nearby stylish chair.

“Listen Vector……about yesterday……Thank you”, she said, pausing again and waiting for the detective to reply. She heard a jangled of a chain and a nervous gulp much like her own.

“Its no problem at all. You needed a bit of help and I’m your friend. This is my job”, he replied.

“Would you like to come over, you know….to keep my company”, she said, hiding the nervousness in her voice.

“Of course! I will be right over”, he answered happily and with that the pair hung up. Amy smiled a little before catching a glance of herself in the mirror. Her cherry blossom coloured hair was sticking up in old angles, her emerald eyes were still drooping with sleep and her makeup from the night before was smudged over his face, making the stylish hedgehog look like some kind of demented clown. Shuddering slightly, she pulled out a few clothes from her cupboard. Just simply clothes like a pair of white jeans, her usual butt kicking boots and a pale pink woolly jumper which she always wore when she was feeling down. Her hands reached for her tooth brush as the other worked at straightening out her pink quills. She stood staring into space for a few seconds, her thoughts drifting back to the purple chameleon that broke her heart the night before.

A sudden knock at her door brought the pink hedgehog out of her thoughts. Smiling a little, the hedgehog answered the door to find herself smothered in a big bear hug from the bright green music loving crocodile. He pulled away and stared into the teary eyes of Amy Rose and felt his blood boil. How could Espio do this to her? he thought to himself as he followed Amy into the kitchen to help with some breakfast For a few moments, the pair avoided each others eyes before the detective worked up his courage to start a conversation.

“So have you heard from Espio?” he asked but seeing the hedge flinch, he mentally punched himself for bringing up the painful subject. However Amy pushed away a lock of her pink quills and forced a smile. Vector admired her strength. Although her heart had been smashed to pieces, she kept a brave face on things. Smiling slightly the pink heartbroken hedgehog moved closer to Vector who had now turned a deep shade of red. Her hand snaked up onto his broad shoulders however he wriggled away frowning slightly while blushing at the same time. Several small tears spilled from her emerald eyes, making Vectors heart break once again. His large gloved hand gripped her and one finger lifted her chin to towards his as he got a clear look of her eyes.

“Listen Amy, Its not that I don’t like you it’s just because you might not be thinking straight”, he said, lowering his voice, making it as soft as possible. Amy lowered her head, letting the tears fall onto her woolly jumper. Frowning at his own heartlessness, the detective took her hand lead her into her stylish and over the top girly living room. He coaxed her into an arm chair and reached for under the chair for a blanket. He leaned down kissed her forehead and he disappeared into the kitchen to make something to eat. Amy gripped the white woolly blanket tightly as she curled up, slipping off her shoes and getting herself comfy. Every now and then she would hear a small crash or a stream of colourful and creative language but for once she didn’t care.