STH © SEGA

Sarah © BlackPetals23

Fun fact: I live on a farm.

Chapter Two: Pancakes?

Shadow opened the door with major difficulties.

Fate would have it that Amy fell asleep in the truck. Shadow had figured she would have more than just one suitcase, so he brought the pickup truck instead of running (although he could've just used Chaos Control but for some reason unknown to anyone but him, he didn't). Unfortunately, he wasn't too happy to see that she really did only have one suitcase. He could've been home via his super speed in a few seconds.

But nope.

He had to be a stereotypical male and think stereotypical thoughts about females carrying more than one suitcase and he had to bring the pickup truck. Not even Chaos Control.

The drive was pleasant, though.

He had assumed that she would want to chit chat after so many years, but thankfully, she fell right to sleep...unfortunately, she had used his jacket as a pillow. Then again, he did allow her to pluck it off the seat and fold it into a pillow against the window.

So, after countless times of slamming the door to try and wake her, Shadow gave in and picked her up before carrying her into the house. When the female was asleep on the couch, Shadow stepped back and put his hands on his hips—pretty proud of himself.

He had only hit her head on something hard once.

The soft didn't matter, right?

So, after getting her one suitcase (and purse), he walked back into the house in hopes of getting some much needed shuteye. Setting the suitcase next to the couch, he heard her groan and move around on the couch.

"Of course..." Shadow griped. "She wakes up after I went through all that trouble."

Amy rubbed her head and glanced around, lifting herself up rather quickly. "Where am I?"

"Apparently, your new home..."

Rubbing her eyes, the rose hedgehog arched her back as she stretched. Shadow gulped as he leaned against the wall, staring at the way her body moved.

How long has it been? Last time I saw her...she was so...young. Now she's...attractive—No.

Shadow shook his head mentally as Amy pulled back from the stretch and moved forward. He had seen very few attractive female Mobians in his time on Earth or his short time on Mobius before the planet was destroyed by Eggman.

Every time he saw an attractive female, he definitely didn't feel like himself.

And Amy was very attractive.

God, why didn't I see it before? Why now? Why now when she's practically showing me her chest every time she—

Amy stretched back again and moaned, her front upper chest going outwards to the point that her shirt perfectly showed off her breasts. Shadow coughed and rolled his eyes to look away. He ignored the tugging feeling of being in a same room as someone that was eye-catching (a.k.a. Mister Horny). He figured any male would hurry to ask Amy out since she had grown from an annoying adolescent to a beautiful woman.

She stared over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow, staring at him tiredly. "Is there a problem, Shadow?"

He was certainly staring at her as if she were the weird looking one. It made Amy want to smack him to kingdom come.

It wasn't his fault though. Being Mobian, he still had primal urges now and then. So it was her fault—showing her body off and driving his hormones crazy for a split second.

The ebony hedgehog sneered and sauntered towards her. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe my problem is...you living here?" He glowered down at her in the dark room.

Turning around on the couch, she stood on her knees but only hit to about his chest. He still got the privilege of staring down at the inferior. "You have a problem with me?"

"Another mouth to feed. A higher power bill, most likely. And to top it all off, you don't have a job. So you'll probably sit around and do nothing all day."

Shadow tried his best to be nice to her, he really did. But she was so...aggravating. The whole situation made her irritating to look at (no matter how attractive she was). Not to mention, Shadow was still slightly upset that Sonic showed her the welcome mat without even talking to him about it first.

No. It was just, "Hey, Shadow. You're a chauffeur now for another person who's going to live under your roof." Shadow mentally sneered at the thought being said in the Faker's annoying tone. As if, Sonic. As if.

"I would not!" Amy protested. "I'll prove it!"

The room was suddenly filled with his unheard of laughter. Amy jumped a tad upon hearing his chuckle, a little shocked to hear him actually laugh, even if it was in mockery.

"You? Working? On the farm? That's a sight I would love to see," he advanced closer to her so the couch was literally the only thing separating them.

"Not specifically the farm, but sure..." Amy licked her lips nervously, "Fine. The farm it is. I'll work on the farm."

"Alright then...We start at five." Shadow merely looked at her with nothing but amusement. He knew she wouldn't last a day. With confidence, the ebony male walked through the living room and down the hallway.

"Five?" Amy whispered to herself before her eyes widened. "Wait, five in the morning?!"

Her only answer was the door slamming shut. Huddling close to the couch for warmth, the young flower contemplated on the whole idea.

Perhaps farm work won't be so bad. Yeah. It'll be a cinch!

With that new optimism inside of her, Amy Rose shut her eyes. Though she was still dreading for morning to come.

Shadow woke up thanks to his alarm clock. The annoying beeping sound didn't last a millisecond. He got out of bed and changed into clothes after a quick shower.

Thanks to being on Earth, it was apparently odd to the humans that female Mobians wore clothing most of the time, but male Mobians didn't. Thus, they created this trend that sort of became some type of rule or law. Shadow wasn't sure. All he knew was that he got to wear infuriating clothes now.

It was a pain to slip a shirt over his quills. So, he stuck with the button-up shirts.

With a dark flannel shirt on and blue jeans for the farm, meaning worn out pants, he walked out of his room and down the hallway. His hope that Amy being there was just a dream was instantly crushed as he saw her cuddling up to the couch and shivering. Goose bumps were detected on her arms when standing only a couple feet away.

Damn...You forgot to give her a blanket...

He frowned and headed to his room. Folding up a blanket he didn't use, he walked out of the room and back to where the sleeping female was. He threw it on her gently before heading towards the kitchen to start his daily, boring yet quiet, routine of making breakfast and starting the day.

Not a fan of coffee, yet he drank it anyway, Shadow made it while sipping a glass of orange juice. The pancake mix was already out, which made Shadow assume that Sarah came home tipsy and hungry so she decided to have pancakes for dinner/breakfast. He had no clue what time she got home, but he figured it was around one.

The door suddenly opened and Shadow froze and grabbed the nearest weapon (a wooden spatula). Whether it was Sonic or a robber, he was ready—for either the teasing or the beating.

"Shadow?"

His posture relaxed. "Faker..."

Sonic walked in through the arch doorway of the kitchen and glanced over his shoulder, obviously peering at Amy Rose. "I see you put her to bed..."

"Just barely got her the blanket actually," Shadow stated as he flipped a pancake.

Sonic made the 'okay' symbol with his index finger touching his thumb to make a circle while his three other fingers curled lightly upward. "Best move ever."

Shadow glanced behind him. "I'm not trying..."

"I'll make you."

"Why do you want me with someone so badly?" Shadow turned around and folded his arms. "Why now, all of a sudden?"

"First, is one for me?" Sonic asked, pointing to the pancakes. "And second, I think it'd be good for you...and her."

"Why?" Shadow eyed him warily.

"Because I'm hungry."

"Not the pancake thing!" Shadow growled lowly, "The girl thing! Why now? Why at all?"

"Oh, right, well...Ah, you both have a little thing to share, right? You being from the country and she likes the city—you could both show each other different but new things."

"First off, you cook your own damn pancakes," Shadow spat at the ever so generous hedgehog in front of him. "I barely felt nice enough to make one for her. And second, don't forget we once lived in the city before we all split up. I know what it's like."

Sonic scoffed and stepped closer. "First off, I can't cook worth a shit. Second, I do remember, but it's been so long since you've done anything city-like."

Shadow glared at him with such ferocity it would've scared anyone, but Sonic was too stubborn and had just as big of an ego as Shadow did. "First off, you can get Sarah to cook for you then. Second, I don't need to relive the city life, thank you very much."

Sonic took a moment to think. "Okay, first off, if I do, she'll yell at me and probably won't let me have sex with her for two months. Second, why the hell not? Third, you are very welcome."

"First off, that's a good thing for Amy and me. That means we'll be able to sleep without hearing you two. Second, it's a waste of my time. Three, that was sarcasm."

"First, we're not that loud. Second, I want my damn pancakes. Third, I don't need sarcasm right now. Fourth, fine, but you're going to regret it."

Looking at Sonic unimpressed, Shadow gritted his teeth. "First off, you two are loud. Second, that's too bad. Third, sarcasm is the word of God. And fourth, I don't think I will."

Sonic glowered at the ebony hedgehog, but Shadow obviously wasn't backing down. "I want my damn pancakes..."

"Then cook yourself damn pancakes..."

"Why can't you cook them for me?"

Shadow's eyes narrowed as they stood a foot apart. "Because one, I don't like you. Two, I'm not your maid. Three, I couldn't care less if you starved. Four, Sarah is still capable of making you one. And five, I won't."

As five minutes passed and nothing in the room was heard but silence, Shadow smirked smugly. "Leaves you kind of speechless, doesn't it?"

Sonic fumed in front of him but coolly waved the situation off. "I'm gonna wake Amy up."

Shadow's expression instantly changed to a confused one. "Why?"

"Because it'll get you in trouble..."

"How?" Shadow snorted.

"If it's one thing I learned about having a girlfriend, it's that you never wake up a girl this early in the morning, especially unexpected." He glanced around the room for anything that would noisily wake the sleeping female.

Shadow rolled his eyes and leaned up against the wall. "Good luck with that. I slammed the door so many times to try and wake her up...The girl could sleep through a hurricane."

"Ah!" Sonic cheered silently as he found a stack of books in a corner near some DVD's. "Watch and learn, Shadow."

"It's not going to work..." Shadow shook his head slowly.

Sonic brought the stack of five books towards the coffee table near Amy's sleeping form. Instead of slamming them on the coffee table, Sonic raised them to his chest and dropped them to the floor.

"AHHHH!" Amy jerked awake, clutching the blanket to her chest and breathing heavily while frantically looking around with wide eyes.

Shadow observed as Sonic vanished in a flash before Amy could spot the real culprit. Shadow rolled his eyes, "So what, Sonic? It worked."

He was met with blazing, infuriated, green eyes of Amy Rose. Filled with anger, she screamed at him. "What the hell was that about?! You couldn't wake me up like a civilized person?!"

Shadow watched as she jumped over the couch and tackled him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hit his head on the wall. Groaning, Shadow let them slip to the floor. Amy squeaked while in his lap and clung onto the collar of his shirt.

They sat there quietly and awkwardly for a while before Shadow broke it. "Get off..." he growled.

"Sorry," Amy whispered and stood. She offered her hand but he swatted it away and hopped up, quickly vanishing into the kitchen. She followed but hung her head in embarrassment.

Shadow glanced back and had to do a double take before he sighed softly, his eyes gently warming up at the small, cowering figure behind him. He turned to the pancakes on the plates that were cold by now.

He at least remembered to actually cook the pancakes during his argument with Sonic.

"Breakfast?"

Amy walked over beside him, their arms brushing. He gazed down at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her hold herself with her arms tightly crossed at her chest. Her quills, which had grown immensely over the years, were blocking his view from her face and he was half tempted to reach out and move them to the side.

But he didn't.

Instead, the two continued the eventful morning by eating their cold pancakes and syrup in silence.

[End of Chapter]