New Romantics ( Shadamy )

Chapter 17: Dont Blame Me

Chp 17: Don't Blame Me

~ Shadows POV ~

I unlocked my door slowly, creeping inside my house, careful not to wake up my Chao, wherever he might be.

I dropped my house keys on the table in the hallway before heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Tonight was... nice.

Aside from everyone teasing me all night about losing the race, I honestly had a great time playing pool and hanging out.

I drank half my water bottle before emptying out Ammo's water bowl and refilling it with the rest of my ice cold water.

As I started refilling his food bowl, the sleepy Chao made his grand entrance; his feet pitter-pattering on the floor as he made his way to his fresh food and water.

I scratch his head before heading to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Even though I showered this morning and this afternoon, I still felt dirty from the race and wanted to wash the smell of the bar scene off of me.

I make quick, focused work of cleaning myself, pruning my quills and fur for any remaining mats or specks of dirt.

Afterwards, I got out the shower, and wrapped a towel around my waist and then opened the bathroom door.

I started the sink and prepared mine and Ammo's toothbrushes. I started brushing my teeth and my Chao soon joined me, now with a fuller belly and sleepier eyes.

We brush in silence and after he was finished I scooped him into my arms and we headed for bed.

I dropped him off in my bed, grabbed a pair of boxers which I swapped out my towel for, and then climbed into bed myself.

I got my pillows and blankets all comfortable, just the way I liked, closed my eyes—and waited.

I waited for far too long, my body getting hot and causing me to move and flip my pillows and covers, trying to reposition into a comfortable posture with no luck.

I was restless.

My heart pounded and no matter how many times I tried to clear my mind, my thoughts kept wandering back to her.

What is she doing? She must be close to getting home soon... How long does it take her to drop off a drunk Rouge and Knuckles?

I tossed and turned again, trying to settle my mind to no avail. My heart was beating loud in my chest and no matter what I felt hot and uncomfortable in my bed.

This sucks... I wonder if she made it home okay?

I glanced over at my phone, charging on my bedside table. I reached over and unplugged the device, the screen lighting up in response.

I pulled up Amy's text messages on my phone.

She'd gone through the trouble of getting my number from Rouge and texting me for our latest planned details, and I hadn't so much as even saved her number in my contacts list.

I'm such an asshole...

I tapped the number on my screen pulling up a number of options. I clicked the first one, 'Add Contact'.

It took me to a new screen with her number next to a first and last name.

I stared at the screen wondering what I should put.

Finally I decided on something. In the 'First Name' text box I put 'Amy Rose'.
In the 'Last Name' text box I put a single emoji character. The rose emoji.