Hey, so I changed a few things in the storyline to make these things work. I wrote the first few chapters for this story but I want to make sure people actually like it before I upload the rest. This idea has been in my head forever, and I like how its turning out. Review if you want more. No flames please if you don't like it, don't tell me. I wasn't sure how to write this to show their accents, so read it with them or something that's what I did and it's actually kinda fun.
Tinka POV
Running through the rain, pouring down on our already stressful night, I grab Gunther's hand as we make a break for the apartments a block away. The streets are dark, lacking the car horns and hecticness mere hours away. Climbing up the steps and through the welcoming door of the lobby, everything blurs in a sea of nerves and trying to catch our breaths until we look up and see our safe haven. One knock on this door will change everything, but if we hold off any longer the end of the best thing in our lives will draw far to close. Locking eyes, Gunther squeezes my hand as he reaches up and knocks. Giving me a small smile which I return, we drop hands and wait for the door to open.
Within moments an annoyed hiss can be heard from the person behind the door, soon after the lock is clicked and we're face to face with CeCe.
"Gunther, Tinka! What are you doing here?" CeCe exclaims sounding annoyed.
Putting on my strong and cocky facade I spoke, "Oh look Gunther, it seems we have intruded on their sleep party." I smile, hoping the shaking of my voice wasn't too noticeable. Letting my eyes roam over the room behind her, I could see Rocky, Deuce, Flin, and Ty sitting on the couch. I could tell Gunther was getting nervous as I notice him shift to check down each hallway, out of the corner of my eye.
Apparently, getting more annoyed by our silence CeCe spoke again, " Did you need something?"
"Yes, actually. We would like to talk to your mom." Gunther said, shifting almost unnoticeably closer to me.
"My mom?" CeCe looked freaked out, turning around to give the other people in the room a most likely stumped stare.
Turning back around at Gunther's throat clear, she responded, "She'll be off work in twenty minutes, so come back around one-thirty and she should be home." With a smile she tried to close the door.
Forcing down every manner I've ever had; I find myself pushing the door open and walking inside, with Gunther beside me, "Great then we'll wait here." Each of us took a seat on the metal kitchen chairs, trying to save the other furniture from becoming wet from our soaking clothes. Who would have thought, rain in the middle of July.
Trying to keep my nerves down I find myself realizing everything could have been different if we didn't let this fear control us. We could live a happier life complete with friends and no more lies. If we were to be ourselves in front of these five frenemies, I know we would be great friends. But the fear, its always there, always keeping walls up around each of us, only allowing each other in.
Breaking me from my thoughts and seemingly doing the same to Gunther, Rocky walks into the kitchen bring us each a towel.
"Are you guys alright? You seem shaken up." She asks kindly
"All will be revealed soon." I say, not wanting to give anything away before talking with CeCe's mom.
Nodding her head, Rocky walked back to the others leaving us to dry off while they played Dance Til You Drop on the television.
After countless minutes reminding myself to look normal, and that everything would be alright. The door finally opened letting in our (hopefully) savior.
"Hey kids, whoa full house tonight. Having fun?" She said hanging her police jacket on the coat hanger, turning around to be answered by five nodding heads.
"Mom, Tinka and Gunther said they need to talk to you. They're in the kitchen" I could hear CeCe say, before she became absorbed once more in the dance battle she was having with Ty.
Hearing CeCe's mother approach, the thought of leaving occurred to me. But if I am being truthful to myself, I know we can't live our lives running (no matter how tempting it sounds.)
As the woman came into view giving us each a small smile as she occupied herself by grabbing some iced tea. "CeCe said you wanted to talk to me."
"Yeah we we're hoping for your help." Gunther replied
"I'll do what I can." She assured sitting across from us, facing the living room.
Smiling slightly in relief I can feel a small amount of tension leaving my shoulders.
"We're sorry to bother you but we have no where else to go, and seeing as your a police officer..." I pause letting her know the gravity of the situation.
Nodding her head, a look of concern fell over her face. "Are you guys alright?" She asked, flicking her eyes over us to check for any bodily harm, I'm guessing.
"We will be, we think. With your help that is." Gunther answers this time.
Looking at us, telling us to start the story. I begin, "The first thing you should know is that Hessenheffer is not my nor Gunther's real name. Though it holds much more meaning then our real last names do."
