I awoke the volgende morning. I looked at the time. Damn. It was 6:00 a.m. I stretched and scratched my hair. Guess it was time for a visit to the hair salon. Scourge's arms were wrapped around my waist protectively. He was murmuring various things in his sleep. In audio, all I could make out was, "Don't touch my girl. She's all mine. Stripes...." I pondered who this guy with stripes was. Probably another hedgehog. I flipped myself over so that me and Scourge were facing each other. He abruptly opened his ice blue eyes and my regenboog ones met his. He smiled at me. It was meer of a grin because the poor green hedgehog didn't know how to smile. Scourge tapped the top, boven of his head and realized that his shades weren't there. I giggled at his distress, which he did not find funny. "Oh hah hah ha. How would u feel if u lost your favoriete accessory in the whole world?" I didn't really own any accessories, except for a old dusty headband on the mannequin in my closet. I shrugged and sat up straight. Then a sharp pain hit my stomach. I groaned from the pain and held it tightly. Scourge sat up quickly and immediately started to worry. "Babe, what's wrong?" I rolled my eyes. He should obviously see that his friend was in pain and it was hurting. A LOT. Scourge told me to lift off my shirt, which I did. No cuts and bruises were spotted, so something else might be afoot inside me. Scourge stared at me with sincerity and engaged me in another kiss. "Will I be alright? Scourge, I'm worried. I-I-I-I don't wanna die. Especially like this. In pain." Scourge got out of my bed and closed the door behind him. "Get some rest." Was all I heard. I just pulled the sheets over my head sadly and snuggled volgende to my roze pillow.

*SCOURGE'S P.O.V.*

What did I do?!?!? I'm such a fucking idiot! It can be that she's..... No. It's too early for her to toon symptoms of that. Vomiting, mood swings, and a change of eating habits was the common side affects. Not pain. Especially at this degree. I was worried about her. She's too young to deal with being a...... I slammed my head against the wall. What did I do? Damn myself. I hope she gets better real soon, of her mom is gonna notice and she'll blame me for everything. We were still friends, right? But if we were friends....we wouldn't have had sex. WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!?!?!? Being me sucks! What we were saying that time? I was saying she was beautiful, hot and sexy. And she was pleasuring me. Just.....what did I do? I took the stairs down to the basement and found my leather jas patched up. A note was stuck onto it: MUST BE WASHED. I was pissed. Zoe didn't wash it already? I wanted to wear it. So I got closer and sniffed the sleeve. Blah. Smells like shit. I picked it up and stuck it in the washing machine. I sat on the floor, my hands covering my face. What did I do?

*MY P.O.V.*

I was still cozy sleeping in my bed. My mother already went to work, so I could get up and prepare breakfast. I didn't really know what Scourge liked to eat, so I trotted down the stairs feeling a lot better. A thumping sound was heard down in the basement. Jeez, he must've walked loudly. No wait, that was the washing machine. Scourge was probably washing his flaming leather jacket. I opened the door and saw Scourge sulking in the corner. I leaned on the edge of the stair rail and called out to him, "Hey. Forgot to say good morning to you." No response. Scourge just shot me a dirty look, which I returned back to him. "What's wrong with you?" I snapped, "F.Y.I., I'm feeling a lot better. No need to be rude and not say hi." Still as a statue, Scourge didn't move. He just sat there, even though the washer was finished washing his jacket. I walked down the stairs, glaring at the green hedgehog. I opened the washer and pulled out his jacket. "It's clean. Here." I grunted as I threw his jas on his lap absent-mindlessly. Scourge sat up and slipped on his jacket. He looked really cute, almost as if I wanted to hug him to death. I blushed again, but blocked it because I was quite angry with him. Due to instincts of helping, I sat volgende to him and patted his head. He looked up at me and stared. "Sorry for being rude. It's just that......" He looked at my stomach. I smiled at him heartily and kissed his cheek. "Scourge," I said, "You are very nice to me. I like u a lot. After all, u aren't like those assholes in my school that judge everything on popularity." Scourge did that "smile" of his and kissed my lips. It felt warm and soft, as if kissing a baby. Scourge snuggled closer to me and whispered seductively in my ear, "I'll never let u go. Not ever. I'll always be with you, even after I die." I giggled softly and sat up. "How about breakfast? Whatcha want?"

Scourge helped me up the stairs, because I was a bit meer tired. He got worried all over again, and I sighed. We made pannekoeken, pannenkoeken and gulped them down hungrily. Boy, did Scourge pack on the syrup. I got some on my nose and he licked it off. "Sweet. Just like you." I blushed again and he reddened back. We engaged in another kiss, which lead to a makeout session. Our breath smelled like pancakes, which we enjoyed. Scourge picked me up bridal style and saw my brown twin tails schommel, swing happily in the air. "Where do u want to go, babe?" I smiled and placed a finger on Scourge's chin. "How about the park? It's very romantic and it bustles on Saturdays. Perfect for meeting new people. Scourge smiled and ran quickly to our destination. I asked him if he had supersonic speed and he nodded. Those twin scars of his rubbed against my cheek like a scratchy woolen hat. I curled volgende to him protectively and hugged him tighter. We arrived at the park and as usual, people stretched from miles around. I felt a sudden rush of diarrhea and told Scourge I had to go. He shrugged, "No bathrooms around here." I whined, "Scourge! I gotta go now!" Scourge smirked. He was obviously going to tease me. "Go pee in the trees then." I blushed from embarrassment. Great. I presumed that was the only choice and ran to the most secluded area of the park. I leaked there, and a sigh of relief covered my facial expression. But then, that sharp pain hit my stomach again. I ran back to Scourge quickly. He saw that I was grimacing, so he ran towards me. "What now? Another cramp?" I nodded. It was worse than before. I covered my mouth and felt my face turn green. Scourge held my long hair back while I barfed into a nearby garbage can. People passed door giving us odd glances, which made Scourge shoot them dirty looks. They briskly walked away from us. Our evening turned into a barfing fiesta. When I finally thought I got it all out, Scourge escorted me home.

"First u had cramps, diarrhea, and now barfing. What's gonna be next? A mood swing?" Scourge sighed as he collapsed on the plush red sofa in my room. I plopped down volgende to him. Quietly, I pulled out my phone. "I'm going to zoek to see what kind of problem I have." Scourge looked over my shoulder and pulled out his phone to check it out too. He concentrated deeply and found nothing. I shook my head no. What was wrong with me? I couldn't think of anything related to barfing, diarrhea, and cramps. Maybe I'm on my period? That was the symptoms of it. At least that's what Sian West said. She had her's at 13, which made the other idiots look up to her like a role model. Scourge and I both agreed to take me to the doctor. When I told him my theory, he merely said, "Will see tomorrow at the doc's office."