Disclaimer: I do not own any Sega Characters.
Snow Lift Proposal
Amy couldn't remember a time she had ever felt so happy then she did that Christmas Eve. Sonic, the hedgehog she had spent so many years chasing, had finally taken her, the person he had always run away from, to a nice dinner at Stardust's and was now treating her to a walk through the beautifully lit park of Celestial's Point. It was, indeed, a dream come true for this long time romantic. Finally, after several years of knowing him and wanting more than just a friendship, Amy Rose was on a date with Sonic the Hedgehog. Though, as they talked and laughed, she noticed something was missing as they made their way down the snowy paths of the park.
She glanced over at her companion as their conversation lapsed into silence. His hands were tucked deep down in the pockets of his jacket, the only article of clothing she could convince him to wear. He seemed distant as his eyes stared at the scenery ahead. She then glanced at her own arms which were folded over her chest in an effort to keep warm. It was then she realized that she wanted to get closer to Sonic or, in a way, see how close she could get.
Since she had known the hero, personal boundaries were a must have in his priorities. He didn't invade others' space, unless absolutely necessary, and he expected the same treatment in return. Of course, in her younger days, she overlooked this boundary and went out of her way to, at least, stand side by side with the world-renowned hero. Back then she saw it as an annoyance that he didn't want to hug or touch her back, but now, in her twenties, she could see Sonic's reluctance to touching and grabbing was not only respectable but well appreciated. Too often she had seen couples her age basically drag each other around as if the other was nothing more than a toy or a prize that they would tire of, dump, and pick up with another. Sonic never did that. Underestimate her abilities, maybe, but never her personhood. She was so lucky to have Sonic in her life and sometimes she wondered if he felt just as lucky to have her especially after the way she used to treat him.
If she only knew, her worries would have subsided. Sonic was trying so hard to make this work like he thought it should. He knew now he loved her, but what was he supposed to do with that? He was looking out at other couples who were holding hands, linking arms, and making out . . . woah . . . did he have to do that now too? He blushed as he turned away embarrassed. He side-glanced over to Amy and noticed the somewhat saddened look on her face and her crossed arms. Was she not enjoying this? Maybe he was doing something wrong? It figured, what did he know about romance? He was just fooling himself and Amy. No, he couldn't let himself think like that anymore, he made a promise to change and that's what he intended to do. He was going to love her whether he knew how or not.
"Amy?" he asked in a squeak. Realizing how small his voice sounded, he pretended to cough and clear his throat as she turned to look up at him. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand free from its cozy spot inside his jacket and stuck it out. In lack, of anything else to say he added, "Would you like to hold hands?"
Pleasantly surprised, Amy smiled and gladly obliged his extended hand with her own. Sonic was also pleased with the contact as he felt Amy lace her fingers between his. It fit and felt right. Both of them smiled while strolling through the park hand in hand, forgetting about how late it was becoming or how cold it was getting. Caught up in the new feelings of warmth and closeness, they felt like the only ones in the park enjoying one another's company and insights. They probably would have stayed in this state for hours more if it wasn't for the toll of bells in the distance. Each ring indicating one more hour and how long they had been out.
"Wow, it's eleven already," Amy said almost in shock. They had been out on this date for at least four hours now, but, to her, it felt like they just started. She didn't really want it to end. Nevertheless, a stifled yawn from her fellow traveler and her own aching feet told her it was indeed coming to a close.
"Yeah, I guess so. Do you want me to run ya home?" he asked, coming to a stop with her and turning to face the young woman. Amy smiled and nodded which, in response, Sonic stooped down, arms outstretched, and she allowed him to lift her up bridal style. As he took off towards her home, Amy pressed down against his chest and cherished the warmth and heartbeat of her hero. This was too amazing for her, almost surreal as if at any moment someone was going to come by and wake her up from this superb dream. But she could feel the crisp wind on her face and the strong hold of Sonic's arms. This was real, this was real. Without realizing it she closed her eyes and began purring with delight letting out heartfelt sighs every once in a while.
Sonic's lips quirked up into a small smile, but the more he listened to her happiness the more he found his smile beaming into a huge grin. He shook his head in mock defeat for a moment.
'Amy Rose, what have you done to me?' he thought as he glanced down at her sweet face. It was almost more then he could take as his heart did somersaults and backflips within him. There was no denying it now, not that there was in the past either. He loved her; from since who knew when to what he hoped would be the rest of his life. He had to say it.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him just as they reached the doors of her apartment complex. Sonic set her down never taking his eyes off her. Amy did the same in return, drinking in his emerald eyes and trying not to go weak in the knees.
"Yes, Sonic," she replied. Sonic could feel his throat tighten and his palms sweat. He could feel his breathing become shallow and for a moment wondered what in the world was wrong with him. He was more afraid now than at any point in his life and he could not explain why. He was a fighter for justice, seen more awful things then anyone should have to see and gone against odds that were impossible to beat. When the stakes would have cost him his life he didn't even blink let alone think twice about running in full speed. But now, putting his heart into the hands of a twenty-one-year-old woman whom he had known since they were kids, he was falling apart at the seams.
"Pull it together, man," he whispered to himself closing his eyes, causing Amy to quirk an eyebrow.
"Oh, sorry," he said opening his eyes to look at her again, "I . . . I love you, Amy," he finally said, nervously scratching his head quills as he watched for her response. Without hesitation, she caught him in a hug, nearly catching him off balance.
"I love you too, Sonic."
She was so open with her emotions and in a way this helped him to feel at ease with his own. He hugged her back. However, when they pulled away, he was unsure of what he was supposed to do next. He knew Tails was probably wondering what had happened to him by now and it was late, but how was he supposed to say goodbye to such an experience. Before, it was a quick wave, a 'see ya later' and a dash down the street. Now, he wasn't all too sure if he wanted to leave her at all.
"It's like a dream I don't want to see end," Amy said with sadness and a bit of fear in her voice. She felt if she let go, she might lose the reality of this experience; these last few days. Would everything go back to the way it was if she said goodbye and went inside her home? Would she wake up tomorrow and find out that nothing had happened at all? Nothing had changed?
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sonic responded with similar fears in mind. He had not expected this turn of events when he accompanied her on this trip and now he felt confused about where to head from here. He had always loved Amy; he had come to terms with that a year ago when he started to 'hang out' with her more. Even then he didn't call it dating, but now there was no refusing it. Dating was exactly what it was and now his mind was swimming with thoughts of everything Amy.
They both stood there on the front porch of Myco's Apartment Complexes gazing into one another's eyes, searching for an answer to an elusive question. Then, as if an invisible force was pulling them closer together, their muzzles closer together, an image came to Sonic's mind.
He nearly fell back in the snow as he pulled back, blushing fiercely and sputtering unintelligible words. Amy had a slight blush, not from embarrassment alone, but a little frustration as well. When was he going to . . .?
"I'm sorry, Amy," he finally apologized with his eyes everywhere but on her. He couldn't help but think why he was acting so stupid. Couples kissed and hugged and said mushy stuff to each other all the time. What was his problem? He hung his head down and shuffled some of the snow back and forth with his feet. Amy sighed and chuckled to herself. Wouldn't be able to get that shyness out of him anytime soon, but for her, it was worth the wait. She reached out to take his left hand but stopped when she noticed for the first time something poking out of the corner of his glove.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing down at it. Sonic glanced up.
He looked down to what she was pointing at and would have gaped in horror if he wasn't so cool.
"Oh, it's nothing," he said nonchalantly, pulling his hand up and out of sight.
"Oh, come on, Sonic, I'm not blind, is it a bracelet?"
"Maybe," he replied coolly, but Amy's curiosity was having none of that. She grabbed his hand with such speed that it even surprised him.
"Let me see."
Sonic mumbled something, but he didn't resist her any further. She pulled back the fabric to reveal something that made her heart skip a beat. It was a bracelet, yes, but not something from a store or even anything found on his many travels. It was one she made a long time ago, like eight years back. It was faded with time and looked like it had a few hasty repairs done to it as its strand had several different colored strings tied together. With awe, she turned to look back up at him. By this time Sonic was staring off into the street like something intriguing was happening out there.
"You kept this . . . for that long?"
He nodded still not looking directly at her.
"And you wear it," she breathed as she looked back down at it. Sonic could feel the over-familiar heat entering his cheeks as his mind rushed over what she would think about it. What was the big deal? Yes, he kept it. Yes, he cared for her back then. No, he hadn't the heart to throw it out, though it did break several times and he rarely took it off. Heck, he sometimes felt naked if he didn't have it on. Then again, maybe it was a big deal. It made her so happy and in doing so he was also happy.
"Oh, Sonic," she cooed as she hugged him. He smiled and moved to face her, hugging her back. Hugs he could do.
"You know, we may have to stop this or I might start to like it," he joked.
"Oh, stop it," she laughed pulling back a bit. Still the jokester.
"Alright. It's too late anyway; I do like it," he winked. Then, just as the embrace parted, he thought of something. His gift for Amy.
"Hey, can you wait right here a sec."
Before she could answer, he had stepped back and taken off with a very loud burst of speed. She didn't even have enough time to recover from the first gust of wind when he came rushing back with a second. She quickly grabbed onto the railing to steady herself. She glared at him a bit.
"Sorry, Ames but here," he said, opening his hand to show a simple bracelet and necklace set in the palm of his hand. Amy took it gently from him and looked over the gold strands and red gems that decorated it. With tears welling up in her eyes she graciously thanked him for the gift and gave him several kisses on the cheek. Then she had him help her put it on.
"How does it look?" she asked.
"Just don't ask if their real or not," he chuckled. She rolled her eyes and waited for a real answer.
"They look great, Amy."
She smiled and remembered his present since it seemed they were doing the gift exchange thing now.
"Wait here real quick," she directed as she turned around and ran into the building. With a perplexed face, Sonic stood and tapped his foot as he waited. Within a few minutes, she was back out with a red scarf.
"Sorry, I didn't wrap it. I made it."
"Thanks, Amy," he said as he took the material from her and felt the wool stitching. He wrapped it around his neck and struck a pose.
"How does it look?"
"Very snazzy," she laughed before shivering a bit.
"It's getting late," he stated, shuffling his feet again.
"Guess its time to go in," she replied sadly.
"Yeah. I'll, um, see you later, Ames," he said as he slowly made his way down the steps.
"Thanks for the lovely time," she replied, not wanting this to end.
"Anytime," he responded, pausing for a moment, debating on so many things. He looked back up at her and grinned. With a spin of his feet, he was off into the Christmas Eve night as Amy waved after him. She watched until he disappeared into the horizon, then turned and went inside.
Sonic, on the other hand, was making his way to Tails' workshop, planning on going through with what he had come up with for Amy besides the jewelry. He had gotten those items on one of his treks around the globe and decided to save them as a Christmas present. Besides thinking about how happy she was to receive the gift, he thought on how she had missed her party and the single present under her tree. As he whipped through the teenage fox's door and spotted said fox watching a late night Christmas Special he spoke up.
"Tails! I need your help."
Tap! Tap! Amy's eyes opened with dull enthusiasm as she woke up from a less than restful night. She glanced at her clock and noticed it was ten o'clock already. She couldn't remember when she fell to sleep last night or anything for that matter. Once the haze of sleep wore off and the memories of the evening before came flooding back, she sat up with more vigor and pep. She had gone on a date with Sonic last night and it went great. Now, it was Christmas morning.
A smile brightened her sleepy features as she climbed out of bed into her slippers. She looked at her night stand and spotted the jewelry he had given her laying there as she had taken them off before going to bed. It triggered more memories of her twirling around in front of her bedroom mirror and running around the house squealing in delight. She now remembered she had spent at least an hour laying in bed just going through the date over and over again in her mind, giggling and sighing over her experiences.
Tap! Tap! A noise grabbed her attention. At first, she couldn't place what it was, but then she recognized it. The door? Someone was knocking on her door. That must have been what woke her up to begin with. She got up completely and began rummaging in her closet for something to wear.
The knocking was growing in volume as if the person on the other side was wondering whether or not the occupant was at home. Amy was a bit flustered. Most Christmas days she spent alone, being she had no family and she didn't want to intrude on others' time with their own loved ones. She had been over to Cream's house once, but it just felt awkward and she never had anyone over for Christmas day.
'Who would be here on Christmas?' she thought before shouting, "I'm coming!"
She grabbed a robe and proceeded to go to the front door. However, when she caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror, she gasped. Quills pointing in all directions, red eyes from lack of rest and, well . . . she definitely looked like she just got up.
"I'll be there in a minute."
The knocking subsided. She quickly ducked into her bathroom and combed down her quills and washed her face before setting off once again to get the door.
"Who is it?" was her last question before she opened the door. What she saw wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon.
There, in the apartment's hallway, were all kinds of festive materials ranging from cookies and drinks to a stereo with Christmas music playing and presents wrapped in an assortment of colors. But what really caught her attention were those holding the items. Cream and her mother, Tails with a few of his friends, a few of her co-workers, Knuckles with the Chaotix team and people she didn't readily recognize. Even Rouge was there with a somewhat reluctant Shadow in the back.
Too surprised for words, she brought her hand to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.
'This is . . . this can't be happening,' she kept repeating in her mind. In confusion and major shock, she shut the door and took in a few deep breaths. Then she reopened the door to see all the same faces looking at her albeit bewilderingly.
"Merry Christmas, Amy."
A familiar voice said from off to the side. But before she could look to see who it was, everyone became animated.
"Merry Christmas, Amy!" they shouted as Vanilla explained that the whole party was set up in the downstairs lobby and that she should get dressed quickly. With that, the whole day was a whirlwind of fun for the pink hedgehog as she enjoyed the Christmas holiday with good friends, delicious food and more gifts then she could imagine.
All this was done for her. The party, these people giving of their time; it was for her. She couldn't help but tear up. This was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. They all had a great time as they danced and talked, opened gifts and ate, but no one soaked it in as much as Amy did. Even Shadow had gotten her a present, which was asking a lot. Nonetheless for him, and everyone else there, this was a way to thank Amy for everything she'd done for them. She was definitely grateful for it and most of all, she didn't have to be alone this Christmas.
No one told her who had put the party together or who had to practically beg some of them to come out and set up at five o'clock Christmas morning, but Amy had a feeling she knew who it was due to their absence. She smiled warmly as she thought of her sweetheart, but then, why wasn't he here? This matter stayed at the back of her mind as she laughed along with her friends in the joy of the moment.
Around four in the afternoon, the party widdled down to just her and her closest friends, Cream and Celesta. When they offered to help clean up the mess, Myco, the owner of the apartment, refused, saying someone else was going to take care of that. This left Amy with saying goodbye to her last guests and heading back to her room tired; exhausted from all the excitement, but a good exhausted. She made her way to the bathroom and took a hot shower to calm her senses and ease tense muscles, but not without letting her mind wander to a certain blue hedgehog. Where was he? Why wasn't he at her Christmas party? Was he the one to set the whole thing up? If she had stayed in the lobby for just a few more minutes she would have gotten the answer to those questions.
Sonic could be found in the entrance hall of Myco's Apartments, cleaning up after a Christmas party he had thrown in honor of Amy Rose. He hummed a Christmas carol as he brushed up the fallen crumbs of cookies and leftovers of popped balloons. With his speed the job was done in short time, leaving the place spotless. It probably looked better now than it did before the party. He wasn't alone, however, as a two-tailed fox tied a knot in the last garbage bag and smiled.
"That was really nice what you did for her, Sonic."
The hedgehog shook his head and shrugged.
"Well, it's nothing really . . . you know, it's Christmas. What can I say?"
Tails smirked. He was older now and a whole lot wiser when it came to relationships or, at least, less naive about it then his role model, anyway.
"Trying to be modest? That's a first. Better stop the presses," Tails quipped as he tossed the bag outside. Sonic smirked as well, but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Yeah, I guess you have me there. Honesty is the best policy, but, correct me if I'm wrong, you were the last to toot your own horn in the news this week."
Tails rolled his eyes but blushed all the same. He had gotten an 'opportunity' to remark on some of his accomplishments, which took up the front page and news broadcasts for a while.
"The life and times of Miles Prower, the motion picture," Sonic joked.
"Alright, alright. But seriously. Why didn't you go to the party? It was great," Tails asked, genuinely curious. Sonic just shrugged it off with a small grin and went back to straightening things up.
"You know how it is. This was a party for Amy. I didn't want to take away too much attention."
"What happened to modesty?" Tails half chuckled before moving in closer to his friend, "I know she would have loved you to be there."
Sonic just continued to work as if he was not interested in the conversation. He and Tails had talked about this so many times in the past and he knew what was coming, but this time was different for him. Because this time he could no longer deny what the fox had to say.
"And Sonic, I know you love her . . . If it's me you're worried about, I think I can handle myself now."
Nevertheless, this surprised him as he looked back at the teenager.
"What do you mean Tails? I never said . . ."
"Well, once you said it was because she might get hurt, but we all know Amy can handle herself. Then it was the 'she could be used against me' thing for a while, but she still can be used against you. Sonic you've given every excuse in the book why you won't date Amy, but I know you love her. I'm just letting you know, that I am not one of those excuses either. I can take care of myself now, so you don't have to spend all your time with me, ya know. So, either go out with Amy or tell her you aren't interested period, but you can't kinda date her," Tails stated quite pointedly. It appeared he wanted to speak his peace for some time now and he had. What Sonic had no idea about was how many times the kid had practiced in front of the mirror with this one. What Tails wasn't prepared for was the response to his speech.
"I know, Tails. I told Amy that I love her and we went on a date last night."
Tails' jaw dropped in shock as his eyes practically popped out of his head. In Sonic's haste to put together a celebration for Amy, he had intentionally left out the part of where he had been and who he had been with for the past two days. Sonic would have laughed at the young man's facial expression if he hadn't of been too embarrassed by the information he shared. Finally, Tails regained oxygen to his brain and began sputtering out all kinds of statements and questions.
"Really? You went on a date? What was it like? Did you kiss her? You at least hugged, right? Oh man, Sonic, why didn't you tell me? Wait till Knuckles hears this," Tails began pacing around, glancing back at his companion's face to read responses.
"You better not tell that knucklehead or you'll regret it," Sonic frowned.
"Is this why you threw her a party?"
"See, I've told you too much, just help me clean up, okay."
"And I've been telling you since the beginning, you liked her. No, love her," Tails said so matter-of-factually Sonic had to chuckle.
"You're something else, Tails, you know that?"
"Yeah, well, so are you. Why didn't you go then?"
Sonic glanced at him and allowed a yawn to escape.
"To be honest, I was too tired. Try setting up a party in seven hours with no sleep."
Tails nodded in agreement, seeing how that would be exhausting. Sonic continued.
"Plus, I want to do something later tonight."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Nothing," Sonic answered, a little too quickly for his liking, but maybe Tails didn't notice. No such luck as the fox smiled slyly.
"Wouldn't happen to be something . . . I mean 'nothing' involving Amy would it?"
"You're pushing your luck, man," Sonic warned.
"I'm just joking around with you. I won't tell anyone if that's what you want, Sonic. Besides, maybe I could help you out," he said sincerely.
"You don't quit, do you?" Sonic replied with a roll of his eyes. Tails smiled.
"I learned from the best."
This remark only served to get a face full of Christmas cake for the fox, all in good humor, of course.
I decided to break this chapter up since it was twice as long as previous chapters. This story will now be eight chapters long.