A/N: Frankly, I don't think there's enough Runther out there in the Shake It Up! world. Though, I've gotta say, SydneySanity has LOADS of them! It's pretty awesome how she's come up with so much. I would never be able to do that! Still, I think GeCe and Reuce fans are overpowering the RTD's, which I am not happy about. So I'm here to change that! :D Yay me!

Disclaimer: Please, if I owned Shake It Up!, it would be way better than it is now. And Dece and Tynka would already be happening, whereas Runther would be slowly yet romantically blossoming (: Okay, I'm obsessed.

Summary: Gunther has discovered this amazing new abbreviation that he's sure no one would understand. That's why he texts it to Rocky. Surely even the master of text language wouldn't be able to figure this out. But he's screwed when she does, in fact, find out.

I would hope that you'll proceed to read this piece of crap now.

P*A~G^E*B~R^E*A~K^

Gunther Hessenheffer never liked the idea of "text language". It was much too confusing. And it didn't help that his sister and best friends used it all the time. As if they weren't attached to their cellular devices enough already. The blonde teenager rolled his eyes. He could hear Rocky, Cece, and Tinka in Tinka's room at that moment, giggling loudly and shouting the occasional "OMG!"
He didn't mind it as much, though, when he heard a certain squeal. It wasn't as annoying as Cece's, or as evil as Tinka's. It was sweet, and unique, and Gunther couldn't help but find it adorable. There was no use in denying what he felt, though he's tried to ward it off many times. Rocky Blue was his best friend, and he could obviously tell that his feelings weren't returned. Gunther could tell that he was friend-zoned; a zone he didn't mind being in for his own good.
"I-L-Y you too, Deucey!" Gunther heard Cece say. A chorus of "awwww"'s came from Tinka and Rocky, making Gunther gag. Ever since Deuce and Cece started dating, he's been doing that very frequently.
"Hey, I think something's wrong with Gunther," Rocky said suddenly. CeCe was texting on her phone, ignoring her best friend, but Tinka frowned. The tall, tan girl didn't make this remark because of her feelings towards him (though that was part of the reason), but the foreign twin hadn't yelled once to the three girls. Normally, right after Rocky and CeCe had arrived, Gunther would make some sort of rude comment about how annoying they were. But the two BFF's had been at the Hessenheffer residence longer than ten minutes. Not a word from the handsome blonde.
"GUNTHER!" Tinka called loudly to her brother.
"YES, SISTER-TWIN?" yelled back her no-longer-sparkly sibling.
"NEVER MIND!...See? He's alive; everything is fine," Tinka assured Rocky.
Rocky bit her lip; maybe it had been the fact that she absolutely loved the sound of Gunther's that lead to her worrying. Especially since he had lost that ridiculous and annoying accent. And the fifteen-year-old girl couldn't help but notice that Gunther had gotten about one thousand times hotter since he lost the two tons of glitter he called his clothes. Not to mention the fact that underneath his once snotty arrogance, the foreign boy had actually been nice to everyone.
"Rocky," CeCe whined, not tearing her eyes away from her phone. Rolling her eyes, the said girl turned to her best friend. "I want some food."
"Me too," Tinka agreed, looking hopefully at Rocky.
"Fine," Rocky let out a sigh, standing up. Maybe she'd see Gunther on the way to the kitchen. She opened Tinka's bedroom door and strolled out into the kitchen. The brunette grabbed the first thing she found on the counter, and turned quickly, running into a very pink Gunther.
Their chests bumped together, and they stepped back about an inch, brown eyes trailing up to meet the blue ones staring back at her. Rocky blushed as well, and after a moment of silence, mumbled an apology.
"No, no...It's my bad," Gunther replied slowly, still mesmerized by Rocky's chocolate brown eyes. The way they always seemed to sparkle with such delightful and beautiful energy. They both spent a while staring at each other some more, before a rather red Rocky turned away, biting her lip, and exited the kitchen.
Gunther watched as her luscious curls disappeared from the doorway. He loved it when they bounced along with her happy step. Frowning, Gunther realized the word that had just come to his head.
Love.
That certainly hadn't come up before, despite how much he thought about Rocky. Yet it was such an appropriate word to use. Her smile was out of this world, her voice was like an angel's, her dancing was perfect, and the blonde could go on forever about every little detail that caused him to love Rocky Blue. Even though he would never say that to her face.
"L-O-L! He said what?" Gunther heard his sister shout. Rolling his eyes, he thought to himself about how nice it would be if-just once-those girls spoke like a normal human being.
"W-Y-D?" Tinka asked from behind him. The blonde jumped, startled, and turned to face his twin.
"I have no idea what that means," Gunther replied with yet another roll of his crystal blue eyes.
"What are you doing?" Tinka explained, cocking her head as if to say "duh". "You're just standing there, staring off into space."
"I-A-F," Gunther heard himself respond. Then he frowned. Did he really just abbreviate "I am fine"? Tinka let out a laugh.
"I knew you'd catch on sometime," she sighed, referring to their so-called "text language".
"How do you even know what I meant?" Gunther cried, exasperated, as Tinka left the kitchen, giggling to herself.
Was there possibly a word that his friends and sister didn't understand? If there was, Gunther would find a way to tell Rocky that he loved her in a heartbeat. Gunther felt himself let out a dreamy sigh. There was that word again, love. Did he really love her, though? He was sure he did-well, at least he thought so.
And that's when Gunther got the idea.
Whipping out his phone, he typed in Rocky's number (which he had conveniently memorized), along with the *67 code in front of it, and proceeded to text. It was just five simple letters: "I-T-I-L-Y", meaning "I think I love you".
The blonde's finger hovered over the send button, and when he heard footsteps coming from the hall, he quickly pressed send, wanting to avoid any suspicion from his sister or, worse, Rocky herself.
Gunther held his breath as he heard a beeping noise just outside the doorway of the kitchen. Oh, crap, he was screwed. If that was who he thought it was, then he was really, really screwed. To confirm his fears, Rocky strolled into the kitchen, frowning at her phone. She looked up at the tall foreign boy.
"Gunther?" she asked. "Did you just text me 'I think I love you'?"
How was he supposed to know that the *67 code didn't work for text messages?

A/N: Well, that's it for part one! If you want part two, then all you have to do is review! Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!

~Anon :P