Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Freedom or another prison ❯ The wedding ( Chapter 4 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Surge silently groaned as Rouge, the royal beautician, styled her long spines. She was already dressed in a black satin and lace gown and the boots she wore the night before.

 Surge hated all the fuss, but she had to endure it until after the wedding.

 Hopefully, she would have a little more freedom since she would be living in the Mobotropolis palace, though she knew that Starline would have some control of her. She still had to follow some rules so he and Robotnik could take over Mobotropolis.

 Rouge glanced at Surge. “I know, hon.” She said, sliding the silver tiara onto Surge’s head and around her spines. “For what it’s worth, Manic is a sweet boy. He’s got a beautiful singing voice. Oh, and you’re his type.”

 “That’s good.” Surge replied.

 Rouge looked over her work. “Hmm… I really want to add a little makeup, but Manic would think you’re fine without it.” She said, leaning against the vanity. “Your markings make it look like you’ve got permanent eyeliner and eyeshadow.”

 Surge half smiled. 

 Rouge checked Surge’s nails. “They’re good.” She said, grinning. She helped Surge up. “Okay, hon, let’s get you to your wedding.”

 Surge let Rouge lead her out of the room.

*

 Manic adjusted his tie. “Guess I’m ready.”

 “You look great, bro.” Sonic said, patting Manic on the back. 

 Manic half smiled. 

 “How do you feel about her?” Sonic asked.

 “I like her enough to date her.” Manic replied. 

 Sonic nodded. “For what it’s worth, I think you two make a cute couple.” He said. “If things aren’t going well, let me know. I’ll deal with it.”

 “Thanks.” Manic replied. He slid his coat on. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

*

 Surge trembled as Dr. Starline walked (or rather marched) her down the aisle.

 Manic, dressed in a black suit, was waiting up front. He gave Surge a weak smile as she stood in front of him.

 Surge weakly smiled back and took Manic’s hands.

 Surge and Manic’s hands trembled.

 Surge could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat. She only said her vows and put the ring on Manic’s finger when he gently squeezed her hands to get her attention.

 The only thing she heard clearly was the “you may now kiss the bride” part.

 Surge and Manic stared wide eyed at each other for a second.

 “Just a quick one.” Manic whispered Surge.

 Surge gave a small nod.

 Manic and Surge kissed.

 Manic led Surge down the aisle as everyone clapped.

 Manic looked at Surge. “We have to make a quick appearance at the reception.” He said in a low tone. “Be glad we don’t have to stay for the whole thing like everyone else.”

 “That’s a relief.” Surge replied. 

*

 Manic and Surge shuffled into his (and now) her room, exhausted from the day’s events.

 “I’m so glad that the customs allow us to leave before everyone else so the reporters or weirdos won’t harass us.” Manic said. “I’m exhausted.”

 “Me too.” Surge replied.

 Surge and Manic stared at their queen sized bed.

 Unfortunately, there wasn’t a couch or a windowseat. There was only a bed and Manic’s computer chair aside from the desk and dresser (his drums were in the music room).

 “I can sleep on the floor.” Manic said.

 “I can’t kick you out of your own bed.” Surge replied.

 “I don’t want you to sleep on the floor.” Manic said. 

 “Okay, you can sleep on the bed, just stay on your side.” Surge replied.

 Manic shrugged. “Fine with me.”

 Surge picked up her pajamas off the bed as Manic picked up his pajamas off of the floor.

 Surge glanced at Manic, who was already changing into his pajamas. “Dude.”

 Manic flinched. “Oh, man, I’m sorry.” He said. “I forgot you were here for a sec.”

 Surge glanced at their private bathroom. “Guess I’ll change in there.” She muttered as she headed for the bathroom. She closed the door behind her.

 Surge started changing clothes as the bathroom door opened. She quickly covered herself with her clothes. “Hey!”

 Manic quickly stepped out and shut the door. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”

 Surge slid on the old T-shirt dress she used as a nightgown, then stepped over to the door and opened it.

 Manic rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to sharing my rooms.”

 Surge sighed. “It’s cool, I understand.”

 Manic nodded. “I… I just need to brush my teeth.” 

 Surge stepped aside. “So do I.”

 Manic and Surge brushed their teeth, then headed to bed.

 “Which side do you want?” Manic asked. 

 “I guess I’ll take the right side.” Surge said, motioning to the bed. 

 “Okay then.” Manic replied.

 Manic and Surge climbed into their bed and laid down.

 “G’night.” Manic said, pulling the blankets over himself and Surge.

 “G’night.” Surge replied. She settled into the bed and stared at the wall.

 Manic settled into bed, his spines brushing against the headboard.

 “At least he doesn’t snore.” Surge thought. She finally fell asleep.

 *

 Surge squinted her closed eyes as a thin ray of light shining through the crack between the curtain and the window pane landed on her face. She finally opened her eyes. She saw that she was holding Manic’s hand.

 Manic held Surge with one arm and had his other arm over her head.

 “Manic?” Surge asked. She gently nudged Manic in his chest. “Manic, it’s morning.”

 Manic woke up and yawned. He slowly eased away once he was more aware. “I’m sorry.”

 “It’s fine, I think I’m on your side of the bed anyway.” Surge said, glancing at Manic.

 Manic rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “This is insane.” He said. “We’re married and we only met two days ago. We hadn’t even said ‘I love you’.”

 Surge rolled over, landing on Manic’s side.

 Manic slid his arm around Surge.

 They laid there for a few minutes, staring off into space.

 “Yet we seem to be instinctively snuggling together.” Manic said finally. 

 Surge started to slide away. 

 Manic glanced at Surge. “You didn’t have to… nevermind.”

 Surge slid closer to Manic again and laid her head on his chest. 

 Manic put his arm around Surge again and rubbed her side. He sighed. “I guess it’s not so bad.” He said. “I’m sure I would’ve picked you anyway.”

 “I think I would’ve picked you too.” Surge replied.

 Manic smirked. “Does my lovely wife want breakfast in bed?”

 Surge shrugged. “Why not?”

 “Then we’ll go to the family estate in Mobodoon for our honeymoon.” Manic replied. “What’s your favorite breakfast food?”

 “Cold pizza.” Surge said.

 Manic laughed.

 “I haven’t had that since the orphanage.” Surge said. 

 “I’ll get that for you.” Manic replied. He picked up his phone. “What kind of pizza and coffee?”

 “Supreme.” Surge said. “Iced vanilla coffee.”

 “Okay, two slices of cold supreme pizza and two coffees.” Manic said. He texted the palace chef. “Okay, it’s on the way.”

 “Thanks.” Surge replied.

 “We like the same coffee, that’s so cool.” Manic said, playing with Surge’s spines. 

 “It’s been a while since I had it.” Surge replied.

 Manic frowned. “I hate that you had to live in such a strict place for so long.” He said. “At least you’re free now.”

 “Not really.” Surge thought. She glanced at the rings. “I’d like to take them off, but I don’t know what will happen if I do.”

*

 Bunnie Rabbot, the palace chef, brought in Manic and Surge’s breakfast. “Here ya go, Sugars.” She said, setting the tray down. “The maids are preparing your suite in the estate.”

 “Thanks, Bunnie.” Manic said.

 “You’re welcome.” Bunnie replied. “Oh, and be sure to tell your family when you’re leaving, your mama wants to tell you goodbye and give y’all your gifts.”

 “‘Kay, thanks, Bunnie.” Manic said. 

 “Enjoy your meals.” Bunnie said. She left the room and shut the door behind her.

 Manic picked up his coffee cup and held it up. “Cheers.”

 Surge picked up her cup and clinked it against Manic’s cup. “Cheers.”