"The purple or the yellow?" Gunther held up two shimmering shirts for his sister's inspection. A very professional black suit hang on the closet door next to him. Tinka made a face. "You're right, I have nothing to wear, I can't go. Let me call her and give her the news. Where's the phone?" Her brother said hurriedly.

"I was going to suggest the blue. That way we can match even if we're in different restaurants...are you feeling okay?" Tinka rose off her brother's neatly made bed and put the back of her hand to his forehead.

"...no." Gunther faked a cough.

"But you've postponed this date for two weeks!"

"Has it been that long?"

"Yes, silly! Don't keep your bay-bee waiting. It's not polite," Tinka admonished. "Even if she isn't polite to anyone else."

"Tinka...I'm sure Cece doesn't mind. Absence makes the heart grow."

"Fonder?"

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Tinka, I don't want to go out tonight." Tinka pushed past him and into his closet. After a few seconds, she emerged with an embroidered blue shirt with glitter on the collar. She waved it in his face tantalizingly.

"Not even in this?"

Gunther gave her a look. Tinka balked, then pouted with wide eyes. She sat back down on the blue bed sheets.

"What's wrong, brother-twin?"

"Nothing is wrong, I'm just not-"

"Hey!" Tinka snapped, her innocent expression changing angrily. "Who do you think you are? You try to pull one over on me? Think again, then sit, and talk."

Gunther was not used to his sister's temper flaring quite so blatantly. He sheepishly obeyed. Moving the glittery shirt off the bed, he sat next to his twin and put his head on her shoulder.

"I don't like dating Cece, Tinkabelle." He sighed. "I know she's totally into me, but I don't feel it for her."

"Why all this now? You've been dating for-"

"-almost three weeks-"

"-and this would have been your-"

"-second date-"

"-so she'll expect-"

"-the kisses," Gunther finished. Tinka scrunched her nose.

"If I had to kiss Cece, I wouldn't want to go either."

Gunther laughed quietly. "Do you want me to call her?" Tinka asked. "I can say you have the llama-flu or something."

"Prettiest please and thousands of thankies?"

"Only if you break up with her this week. I'm not doing it again. Her voice is like a meat grinder to my delicate ears."

"Deal."

"Just, for the pink bedazzled record known as my diary," Tinka started as she went to find the phone, "Did you ever like-like her?"

"Um...yes," Gunther said unconvincingly. Tinka shrugged and started dialing.