Summary: No matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about him.
I don't know why I think about him often. I just do. I love everything about him. He peach-colored chest, his emerald green eyes, and his smile, especially his smile. That would have to be his best feature.
"Wait. . .what the hell am I thinking?" I asked myself, knocking myself, hard, on my head. Hoping, that somehow, he would be erased from my mind. Unfortunately, he's still there, in my head.
My mind wandered back the memories I had with Sonic. He was a pest at first, but in time, he has grown on me. Dare I say it, I think we're friends. If we are "friends", then why am I thinking about him like this? It just doesn't make any sense to me.
Well, maybe it's because you like him?
"What?" I responded to myself. . . well, my thoughts. Whatever you want to say. "I can't like him," I continued to debate with myself. This is really weird. I don't usually debate with myself. . .that often.
"Because. . .we're friends?" I replied unsurely, "Rivals!" I quickly corrected myself. I propped my red and black boots on the wooden table and continued to debate with myself.
So? You still like him.
"No I don't!" I yelled at myself, "Now, shut up!" Wow. I just told myself to shut up. Hopefully, Wave or Storm didn't hear my outburst. I sat still, silently. I then heard some loud tapping noises, like somebody was running up the stairs in our airship. Unfortunately, the door busted open. I was almost afraid the door would fly off its hinges.
"Boss!" My loyal, but annoying. . . ally shouted at, quickly dashing to my desk. Using his strong hands, he gripped my shoulders and shook me, "What happened? I heard you yell out something!" He continued to shake me, I thought I was going to throw up.
"Stop it, Storm!" I barked; he immediately obeyed and released me.
"Boss, I heard you. What happened?" He asked, almost eagerly.
"I was just talking to someone. . ." I fibbed, slightly. Well, actually I told the truth. I was talking to someone: myself.
"Oh. . ." He said, acting like a clueless baboon. He scratched his head and smiled. After giving him a death glare, he smiled sheepishly and left my room without a peep.
You still like him, don't deny it.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and decided not to argue with myself anymore. Because I've finally realized that it was true, and I can't deny it. I do like Sonic.
I was a little self conscious about posting this story up. This story was sitting in my files...for like, weeks (okay, maybe less), so I decided to post this up.