Letters, which never arrive
Summary: Four letters, three persons. No one of them has the intention to send the letter to the actually receiver, because it's about secret feelings. Everything changes, when the fourth letter is read...
A/N: There are some things to tell you guys before you are going to read this. First, this was my first Shake It Up fanfiction so I tried really hard, but when I compare it with my other one I think this one is kind of stupid. Nevermind, the original of this fic I wrote in German (because since I moved to Germany I write stories in German) so I translated it into English with a little help of Google Translator, because my English actually isn't good enough for a story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please let me a review there. Maybe I'll translate some other fics by me into English, when this one'll be a little bit succesfull.
Have fun! :) :*
1. His letter
Deuce sat down in a black office chair, or rather, he let himself fall into it. Tired, he pushed himself away from the coffee-colored carpet and rolled up to the desk, which was at the window. There he took from the shelf, which hung on the wall, but was accessible from the table, a checkered exercise book. The cover was plain white, math additional tasks was written with a green fineliner big in the middle. But that was just a distraction, because no one should get the idea to look into the exercise book...
"Dear Rocky!"- Deuce wrote with a nice handwriting, after he had scoured the exercise book for blank sheets.
"And again a letter to you, although I do know (more than I'd love to), that you'll never read one of them. It will never happen, because I would not allow it, even though I really want, but it will never happen. 'Why' - I ask myself the question every damn day . , I don't know ... '- is the answer. But it's a lie, because I'd want nothing more than this, but there's just one thing I'm really afraid about - your 's so confusing! In my mind, there is a mess, a mess that feels so good and so terrible at the same time. It feels so warm, yet so terrible. I didn't felt a way like this about an other girland I know that if I should ever fall in love again, I will never feel the same, as about you. My heart will always be yours, Rocky, no matter where I'll go, no matter where you'll go. And if you'll fall in love, get together with someone and break up and fall in love and get together again, if we get older and the world around us stops to turn around- I will always love you."
Deuce put the pen down and pushed off, so that the chair turned some times in circle.
"Kitschy idiot!" - he said.
The chair stopped turning. Some minutes passed until Deuce returned from his daydreams into reality.
"I do not recognize me anymore!" - the Latino whispered, shaking his head.
On the next day, it was a Saturday, Deuce decided something. He decided to tell someone about his feelings. And the one, who should listen, was Ty.
"You really wanna tell him? Wouldn't he laugh you out?" - the black-haired boy asked himself.
"I'm not sure... but I don't think he'd do that." - was the answer.
"See ya at our place in 1 hour" - this was the SMS, Martinez sent to Ty. "kk" - answered Blue and Deuce was alright with it.
"Hey!" - greeted Ty his friend cheerfully and did their homie handshake. - "Man, you wanna tell me you're going to die in a week and you wanna say 'bye'?" - joked Blue and was waiting for a smile from Deuce, but he didn't.
Ty looked like he found out everything, he nodded and thought a minute.
"Then I haven't an idea, what's on" - he said.
"Well... I've got a crush on someone." - began Deuce.
"Wow, what a great news! Since you broke up with Dina, you always smirk to girls" - noticed Ty sarcastically.
"Right, but I mean not a one-day-crush, what's actually typically for me. I mean a love..."
"... what isn't typically for ya." - Ty said and grinned.
"Did you heard something about 'people change sometimes'?" - Deuce answered angrilly.
There was a silence for some minutes, maybe Blue searched in his list for the girl, who could be the crush of the Latino.
"Crass thing, man. You wanna say, who's the lucky one?"
"Well... you may will don't like it, when you'll know. But..."
"... it's Rocky, right?"
Deuce was shocked. How could he know?
"Yeah...?" - he asked more than he said. He was afraid of Ty's reaction.
But it was fine.
"It's cool, man. I guess you're better that an awful guy like Frankei. You know, the Comp." - Ty explained.
"It's nice that you're okay with it."
"No problem. But there's just one question: who'll tell her?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" - Deuce answered.
"Why?"
"I don't wanna ruin our friendship. Imagine, I'll tell her. It's over! I'd just be too ashamed to hang out with her like nothing happened. You understand?"
"Uh, when you want. But what about me founds out, if she likes you?"
"What about her founds it out? Rocky's sooo smart..."
"Rocks is smart, and what am I? Twice as smart!" - Ty said with a gesture like the Hessenheffers always do.
"Forget it!" - Deuce said angrily.
"Calm down, man. Nobody'll notice my detective work!"
"That's nice you want to help me. But there's just one thing: I don't want it! 'kay?"
" 'kay, 'kay. But you'll never know if you never ask."
"Then it'll be so! Rocky doesn't like posers like I am!"
"Then don't be a poser! Do something and don't hide behind excuses!" - now the boys shouted.
"Never knew, you'd be an amor, man." - Deuce said quietly.
"I just thought, you could use a little help. But if you don't want..."
"Let the things happen."
"Maybe you're right."
"I am right."
"Maybe."