A/N- FIRST SHAKE IT UP STORY! I know it sucks but oh well. =P Its kinda OOC. I WARNED YOU! =) I hope you like!
Cece Jones sat on the stairs that led up to her apartment building. The strong wind blew back her hair while fresh tears streamed down her cheek. How had that kid known her secret? The secret she had tried to keep from everyone, even her best friend? And a seven year-old is the first one to figure it out!
Cece pulled her coat closer around her body. She allowed the tears to fall instead of trying to hide them. She watched people walk by. They were laughing and smiling. It seemed they didn't even know she existed.
"Cece?" A thick accent called out.
Cece looked to her right, where the voice had come from, and then back down to her lap. "I don't have time to play fight right now, Gunther." Cece said.
Gunther walked closer. Concern crossed over his face, seeing that Cece was crying. "What is the matter?" Gunther asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Cece muttered, burying her face in her hands.
Gunther took a seat next to her. "Since when do you not want to talk?" He asked.
Cece shook her head and let out a small laugh. "Ever since Rocky found out my secret." She said.
"I thought Rocky already knew all your secrets?" Gunther said, though it was more of a question. Cece wiped her eyes.
"She does. I kept one secret. I didn't want anyone to know. But my tutor found out and let it slip. I'm so stupid!" Cece said. Talking about the situation brought new tears. Cece broke down into a sob.
Gunther watched before hugging Cece. Cece, who didn't care that it was Gunther, let him and continued to sob.
Finally, Gunther released her. He grabbed her shoulders. "Do you want to tell me what's the matter?" He asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
Cece swallowed. One more person wouldn't hurt. "I - I'm dyslexic." Cece stuttered.
"That's not so bad." Gunther said, wiping a single tear off of Cece's cheek.
"Yes, it is." Cece said. "I'll never be like everyone else!"
Gunther gave Cece a side-hug and held her there. "Cece, millions of people have dyslexia. But there's a difference between you and those people. You're you. And enough with the stuff about never being like everyone else. You've never been like everyone else. No one is the same." Gunther said. "If you ever feel like you don't belong, look at me. I raise goats and wear matching outfits with my sister. I'm a freak!"
Cece laughed, wiping her eyes. "That's not true. You're actually really cool." Cece said.
"Thank-you." Gunther said. A silence came over the two.
"You aren't gunna tell anyone about this, are you?" Cece asked.
"No." Gunther said. He stood up quickly, as did Cece. As Gunther walked away and Cece walked back toward the entrance, they looked back at each other. Gunther gave Cece a small nod and a smile, and from that day on, Cece knew. Although Gunther might wear sparkles and talk to much about goats, he was one thing Cece was grateful to have.
A friend.