Sooo, this is my second Fanfiction story inspired by all the awesome people who read and reviewed Gece at the Dance. This is dedicated to you folks! This is a multi-chapter fanfiction, so it's still in progress. Hope you like the first chapter; I know it's short, but bear with me. Oh, and I also remembered Gunther had an accent, so I tried writing it out in this story.
"This is Gary Wilde, and thanks for watching Shake It Up Chicago!" said Gary to the camera.
The lights suddenly dimmed and the buzzer beeped to indicate the end of another successful show.
"Hey everyone!" called out Gary. "Gather round, I've got an announcement to make."
All of the dancers energetically surrounded Gary, eager to hear the news. Cece and Rocky lurched forward and tried to punch through the crowd, but to no avail. Cece at one point pushed especially hard, knocking into a blond boy in front of her.
"Hey, vatch vhere you're-" spat the boy as he turned. Cece gasped when she saw it was Gunther.
"Oh," said Gunther. "It's just you, Cece."
"Sorry, Gunther."
Gunther shrugged and turned back to Gary.
"So I'm hosting an early Christmas bash for all of you tomorrow at my house!" said Gary. "You can bring family or friends. Also, we are having a Secret Santa. Whoever is your secret Santa will give you a gift every other day and will reveal his or herself at the Christmas bash."
Then Gary passed around a cup with everyone's names on it. Cece shoved her hand inside the cup in anticipation; she hoped she got Rocky, because she was basically the only one Cece would know how to buy a present for. It would be an absolute nightmare if she got... Gunther Hessenheffer? Cece stared at the paper in her hands. How could this happen? Out of all the other dance members, she had to get him? Cece had no idea what to do. When everyone had taken their piece of paper, Rocky instantly sidled up to Cece.
"Sooo, who'd ya get?" Rocky asked.
"Gunther Hessenheffer," Cece muttered.
Rocky gasped. "Oh girl, I'm so sorry."
Cece shrugged as if it didn't matter.
Meanwhile, Gunther was also stressing out to his sister Tinka.
"Vhat on earth am I supposed to get Cece?" demanded Gunther.
"Don't vorry about it, Gunther," assured Tinka.
"I am vorrying about it!" cried Gunther. "Vhat if she doesn't like vhat I get her?"
"Vhy vould you care?" questioned Tinka.
Gunther's mouth clamped shut.
"I don't... much," he said.
"Vhatever," Tinka replied.
Hehe, I told you this chapter was short. It's just the intro, so relax! The more reviews I get, the faster I shall write. God bless!