I'd Lie .:Knouge Songfic:.

I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me

"Eeekkkkk!" Squealed the ever-excitable Amy Rose as she reached for the volume control on the radio from the back seat of my convertible.

"What?" I looked up from filing my nails at the pink hedgehog as she turned the country song up to an insanely loud volume.

"This song, Rouge! I love this song!!!" Amy cried.

I stopped and listened a moment more. I'd Lie, that song seemed to be following me the past few days.

"Oh, it's okay I guess." I sighed went back to my nails.

"You know," Amy smiled and giggled a little. "I think this song would fit you and Knuckles pretty well."

"You're kidding, right?" This time I didn't even bother to look at her. "I don't like him. At all."

"Sure, but that's what the song's about!"

"Put a sock in it, Pinky. Besides, looks Knucklehead himself is on his way back."

"Okay, if it isn't about you, then it could be about me and Sonic!"

I rolled my eyes. In that girl's mind every love song was about "her and Sonic." I'd feel sorry for the poor guy, if I wasn't pretty sure that deep down, he sorta liked her too.

Finally looking up again as I put my nail file back in my handbag, I caught sight of Knuckles walking back to the car from his quick trip to the toy store. For reason even I wasn't sure of, I'd somehow been roped into driving him and the rose-colored furball to little Cream the Rabbit's birthday party. I wasn't even sure when I'd started going to 7-year-old's parties, but because she had asked me so nicely, I couldn't just say no. Knuckles was obviously coming because, as much as he'd never admit it, he had a soft spot for the young bunny. He looked at her as a baby sister of sorts.

As Knuckles climbed in the passenger seat, I found the words of that blasted song echoing in my head as he told some story about some giggly twitterpated pre-teen girls he'd run into while getting Cream a last minute birthday gift.

He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes

One, two, three, fou-...Stupid song. It was putting even stupider ideas in my head. If I did like him, which was far from the truth, he'd be running the other way as soon as he saw me acting like those girls he was currently talking about. Besides, females who acted anywhere near normal had a tendency to confuse the heck out of him.

He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile

As I stopped the car in Cream and Vanilla's driveway, Amy jumped right out and ran inside. Excited to see her best friend, Cream? Yes, but she had also just seen a certain blue head through the window.

Looking over at Knuckles as I got out too, he finished his joke about those same loopy girls.

"And that's the reason that my Emerald is my preferred company." He finished.

"Sure, just watch your back or soon it will be my Emerald." I laughed as we reached the front door.

The lyrics of that song came rushing back to my head. So not why I was laughing. As if everyone else wasn't against me on this, now my mind was nearly arguing with itself.

"Shrug it off, Rouge. Just shrug it off." I thought to myself.

As we entered the house I realized I was greeting everyone in a mechanical fashion. I was still mulling over the song, trying to find a line in it that absolutely didn't sound like me in the least.

Let's see here...As Cream opened her birthday presents and chattered happily about every one of them, I thought over the song's chorus.

That I know all his favorite songs

His favorite song is obviously his own, Unknown from M.E. But everyone knows that. It doesn't mean anything.

And I could tell you his favorite colors green

Just so happens his favorite color is green. Anyone care to guess why? That stupid rock again, of course.

He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth

Yeah, we do argue lots. Even I have to admit sometimes a good argument with him will do wonders for my day, give me a good laugh and such. For him it's probably good just to have some socialization with something that isn't an over-sized gemstone.

His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes

Ah-ha! He doesn't have a sister. Case closed. Chances are his father had purple eyes too, but who cares?
Though, there is Tikal. She's something of a sister to him, being a distant relative and all that, and there is no denying that she's a very pretty girl.
Still...

And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

No, no, and NO!!!

As I was continuing to scream "no" in my mind, Cream opened Amy's present.

"Oh! Amy, thank you so much!!!" Cream smiled and hugged her friend.

"You're welcome, Cream!" Amy smiled back.

As Cream dropped the small, flat, square gift I got a good look at it.

I have never hated Amy so much as I did at that moment.

Cream seized the CD case she'd set on the table and blazed across the room to her new stereo from her mother.

That song played as the first track.

I did everything possible to keep myself from slamming my face into the cake in pure depression.

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?

Wondering how Knucklehead was taking this torture, I looked over at him. He looked over at the little rabbit, now spinning in circles to the music. His eyes where nonchalantly rolling to the top of his head. Next thing he'd do was reach up and brush down that short back dreadlock of his. He always did.

He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

My mind wandered as Vanilla passed out cake sometime later. I played with my frosting flower using my plastic fork. The more I thought, the more the poor flower suffered.

To Knuckles, the world is a pretty emotionless place. Some people thought he didn't have any emotions at all. I wasn't one of them.

Little did he know how many times I'd watched him from a distance, perched on on the edge of Angel Island. When he thought nobody was watching he'd be smiling, laughing, sometimes I even thought he might be crying...

I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

Argue, argue, argue. Sometimes I knew I'd never care about that thickheaded dolt, because that was all we'd ever do when we where together.

Even he prepared to head back to Angel Island that night, after the party, we where arguing over what kind of icing Vanilla had used on the cake.

We fought about icing.

Such a trivial, stupid thing. He makes me angry beyond belief.

He stands there then walks away
My gosh, if I could only say
I'm holding every breathe for you

With one final huff he turned and glided off towards his floating homeland. It's pretty obvious he's still angry. Of course, I hope everyone knows I'm not a completely heartless person, and inside of me that small bit that knows right from wrong was telling me to follow him and make it right.

Good thing I rarely listen to that side.

He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is, "My gosh, he's beautiful"
So I put on my make up and pray for a miracle

The next morning I woke up, and had a usual thought.

"Today seems like a good day to annoy Knuckles." I said to myself, with a small laugh. He was probably still annoyed over last night, but that was good, I'd get a better reaction from him.

As I applied a bit of my usual sky blue eyeshadow, the thought came to me...

Wonder what he thinks about when he wakes up?

What do I think about? I usually think about someone I'd most like to spend my day with...

"Morning, Knucklehead." I said as I landed on the steps of the shrine almost an hour later.

He jumped and hid something as he turned around to greet (Or rather, snap at) me. I have a secret feeling he might be trying to teach himself to play an instrument of sorts. I think it'd be good for him, though.

"After the Emerald again?" He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his brow at me.

"You always assume that, don't you" I stepped closer and leaned over the rock in question, placing my elbows on it.

Knuckles started to tell me to get away from it, but then he stopped and gave me one of those ever-clueless looks of his.

"What else would you be here for?"

"You know what?" I said as I stood back and spread my wings out. "I should probably get to GUN HQ today. Meanwhile, you just try to figure that one out."

As I took off, he didn't say anything, but before I flew away I called to him with wink.

"I'll be back tomorrow! Tell me what you come up with!"

Yes, I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you ask me if I love him,

"I'd lie."