SONIC BOOM

Swifty the harpy was becoming Sonic's biggest problem. Who was talking in urban hippie slang? And why did people like it so much? Amy had fallen for him, Sticks, Perci, Staci...All the girls, and then all the boys, followed him and thought he was cool with his flashy clothes and street style. Not at all! "Come on, don't tell me that'll last long," Sonic scoffed, his feet propped up on the coffee table by the sofa, reclining after spending the last hour complaining about Swifty

He simply stole the spotlight from Sonic as the people's hero.

Swifty. Seeing Swifty hurt his pride, his ego, everything.

To see him take his rightful place, his own. Sonic became possessive of his number one title; he couldn't help it.

Then he looked at you, wondering if you felt the same. God, he hoped not. He'd thank all the hot dogs upstairs if you didn't. Because you were his only one. She scoffed, he snort hands up in the air. "And then Amy and Sticks—no offense—are just naive, gap-mouthed girls who don't realize he's not the one, you know?"

lifeguard at that time, because even Tails liked Swifty.

Tails.

Sonic snorted and looked at you, wondering if you were even listening to his rambling. "Are you paying attention to me?" Tails was his right-hand man. It stung a little not having him by his side, but oh well. Swifty tricked him well. UF,

Sonic would feel ten times better with just your approval

He's very envious of Swifty.