Disclaimer: Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles
“Tails” Prower, Amy Rose,
All right, no more of my rambling, on to the fic! This is a sweet (I think) little fic, mostly happy. It was ACTUALLY written on the day before Thanksgiving *gasp* so it’s realistic to me. That’s it, and enjoy the story! ^_^
Amy Rose was running around frantically on the day before Thanksgiving. Tails was over at her house, laughing at the fact that she was so frantic.
“You know, it’s not that big of a deal”, he told her. “I mean, only a few people will be here. Just you, me, and sonic…wait…this is about Sonic aren’t it?” Tails had a wide goofy grin on his face.
“Tails, wipe that grin off your face before I make you”, grumbled Amy, as she pulled out a pot from a cabinet.
“Well, it’s okay. Sonic will have fun, and I’m sure that everything will turn out fine”, Tails reassured her (A.N.- famous last words). Amy glanced at him.
“Look at me”, she said. Tails looked. She was a mess, flour in her hair, which was messed up, her face had pieces of dough stuck to it, and she was covered with various scraps of ingredients.
“You look fine, but in dire need of a shower!” Tails burst out laughing. Amy playfully pushed him.
Amy was making as many things as she could before the actual Thanksgiving Day. She was rushing around her house, while Tails did the commentary. Unfortunately, it was driving Amy crazy.
“Tails…shut…up,” she growled.
“Oh, you’ve got a temper problem, don’t you?” Tails asked innocently.
Amy grabbed a handful of flour and pretended to throw it at him. Tails walked towards her and pretended that he as going to hit her. She screamed, which made Tails laugh. He accidentally knocked into her, sending the handful of flour flying. The results were hilarious, since Tails was covered from head to two in white powder. Amy gasped, then began to laugh. Tails looked shocked, but then he too began to laugh.
Just then, the phone rang. Amy grabbed it. “Hello?” she asked sweetly.
“Hey Amy, it’s Sonic. I just wanted to know, what time should I come over tomorrow?”
Amy nearly dropped the phone. “Tails” she whispered loudly. “It’s Sonic!”
“Big deal”, Tails said, and rolled his eyes.
“Um…how about 5:30?” Amy said nervously.
“Great! Are you sure that you don’t want me to bring anything?” he asked.
“Yep. I got it under control”, she said.
“Gotta go. Se ya at 5:30 tomorrow”, Sonic said. They hung up.
Amy immediately screamed. “Oh my god! I’ll see him tomorrow!” she exclaimed.
“You know, he’s not wonderful or anything. Sure, he’s saved a few cities, and he’s saved many lives…okay he’s wonderful”. Tails tried to help, but didn’t do so well. Amy sighed.
“It’s hopeless. He’s so great, and he’ll never think I’m great. Oh well. Maybe if I cook good, he’ll like me”. She began to cook again, and only could hope that Sonic would like her the next day.