Cece's favorite cousin is getting married and she doesn't deal with it well. Who will she turn to for comfort when no one else is there?
Disclaimer: I don't own Shake It Up! I wish I did though… But I do own this idea!
This is my first fanfic, so go easy, please. But if not, I'm cool with it
Chapter one: Read it and Weep
CeCe's Point of View-as most of the story will be
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Jones
Request the honor of your presence
At the marriage of their daughter
TIFFANY MARIE JONES
To
TREVOR JAMES QUINN
On Sunday, August 28, 2011
Reception to follow
I can't believe this. Tiffany is getting married. My favorite cousin is leaving Chicago? She said I would always have her there, and that she would never leave me. This can't be happening.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Rocky yelled as she came through the window, startling me into dropping the invitation to the kitchen floor.
"Oh, hey, Rock." I said, sniffling and fighting back tears.
"CeCe, are you crying?" she said as she walked over to where I was standing in the kitchen. She looked me up and down once, taking in my distraught appearance, and then noticed the invitation face down on the floor. She picked up the thick piece of paper, turned it over, and read the cursive words spread across the page.
"Awwww, your cousin is getting married? How sweet!"
"No, Rocky, it isn't!" I yelled and ran to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me. I threw myself onto the bed and began crying into my pillow when I heard a soft knock on my door.
"C'mon, CeCe, let me in."
"No Rocky! Just tell all the teachers that I'm sick today. I really don't feel like going to school or dealing with anyone right now."
"Alright, I'll let everyone know, and I'll call your mom and let her know too. I'll take Flynn to school for you too. Just try to help yourself get better, ok?"
"Thanks, R-r-ocky. You're a r-r-eally great f-f-riend." I managed to say between sniffles and sobs.
"No problem, CeCe, just feel better."
I then heard her retreating footsteps down the hall. She had a quick conversation with Flynn, and then the front door shut and I was left alone in the house with my sorrow.
After about two hours, I dragged myself out of bed, unlocked my door, and walked to the kitchen.
The invitation mocked and laughed at me as I slowly walked by, on my way to make some yummy hot chocolate to lighten my mood.
The rest of my day passed in a similar fashion. I watched pointless cartoons on TV, drank about 3 gallons of hot chocolate, and slept through the shows I didn't like.
By the time school was out, I was still alone. Flynn was going to a friend's house and spending the night, Rocky had some nerd team thing she had to do, and my mom was working both a day and night shift tonight, which meant she would not be home until tomorrow morning. A night alone, I guess.
Just as I was starting to fall asleep for the 5th time this afternoon, I heard a light knock on the door. I didn't bother even getting up, since I wasn't allowed to answer the door when I was alone. Instead, I lay down again, about to sleep, when the door started opening.
I jumped up and hid behind our light blue couch, peering over the edge to see who the intruder was. I saw a head of bright blonde hair, and a black shirt with a big, pink, glittery 'G' on it.
Gunther? What is he doing here? I thought to myself.
"CeCe! Where are you?" he yelled in his thick, European accent.
I rose from my hiding spot behind the couch to see the Hessenheffer standing inside the door holding books and a plate of…cookies? Did he really bring me cookies? How sweet… WAIT. NO. I am not supposed to think about Gunther Hessenheffer like that. He's my frenemy. He is pretty hot though….
"Uhh…CeCe? Are you ok?" Gunther asked, releasing me from my thoughts. It was then that I realized I had been staring at him. Ohh god.
"Uh, yeah, Gunther, I'm fine. But the real question is, what are you doing in my apartment?"
"Rocky asked me if I could bring over your homework. She said she won't be home until late because of her math debate."
"Ok, but that doesn't explain the plate of cookies."
"Oh, I brought these on my own. I thought it would help cheer you up. Rocky told me chocolate chip was your favorite." I smiled at this sentence. That really was sweet of him.
I walked over to him and grabbed the books and cookies from him, putting the books on the coffee table and the cookies in the kitchen. When I came back to the living room, I found Gunther sitting on my couch, watching me.
"Uh, you can leave now, Gunther."
"No, I cannot actually. Rocky told your mom that she would stay the night tonight, but since she has things going on, she asked me to watch you for her, bay-bee."
"Ugh." I was mentally cursing Rocky for making me spend the night with this sweet, gorgeous, hot, NO. I cannot think about him like this.
"Fine, but you're sleeping on the couch."
"I'm fine with that." He said, winking. I rolled my eyes, pretending to not be turned on. I sat on the opposite end of the couch as Gunther flipped through the channels trying to find something decent to watch.
Predictably, he settles on "Bridezillas." Of course. Once I realized what the show was, and remembered the reason for the hole in my heart, I began to break down again. I fell on my side on the couch, sobbing. I didn't care if Gunther saw me cry. I honestly couldn't care less. I still couldn't get over the thought of Tiffany leaving. And without even telling me! Countless thoughts raced through my head until they were broken by a voice.
"CeCe, are you ok? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he said as he slid to my side of the couch, picking me up and straightening me so I could cry into his shoulder, wrapping his arms around me.
"C-check the k-kitchen c-counter." I sobbed. Gunther stood up, laid me back on the couch, and walked to the kitchen. He picked up the ivory paper, and read the information scribble on it in black and blue ink. He looked up at me; a confused looked on his face. He walked back to me and took me in his arms again. He smoothed my hair and rocked me back and forth. Once I calmed down, he released me and looked me in the eyes.
"You wanna tell me what's wrong now?" he asked, searching my face for any sign of what was wrong.
"That girl that's getting married…" I began.
"Tiffany?" he interrupted me.
"Yes, Tiffany. She's my cousin. She's 10 years older than me, but when I was younger, we were the best of friends. And every time I had a problem I couldn't figure out, I would go to her and she would help me. She told me a few years ago that she would never leave me behind. Never leave Chicago, to be exact. But now she's met some guy, and n-now she d-doesn't w-want me any m-more." I broke down again with the last sentence. Gunther simply nodded and took me in his arms again.
"Shhh CeCe, its ok. You'll be ok." He cooed in an attempt to calm me down. I tore myself out of his grasp and looked at him incredulously.
"No, Gunther! I won't be ok! What if someone else finds out about…my secret, and I have no one else to talk to! And what if I have boy troubles I can't talk to Rocky about! Then what?" I practically yelled in response.
"CeCe, just because she's getting married, doesn't mean she's never going to talk to you again. I'm sure she still loves you just as much as she did when she made that promise to you. She has to live her life CeCe, and at some point you have to learn to live your own." He said, rubbing the tops of my arms.
"I guess your right." I said with a sigh. There was a long pause before Gunther said anything.
"Hm. How about I make a deal with you?"
"A deal?" sniff. I wiped the tears away from my face and looked at him, confused.
"Yes, a deal. If you go to her wedding, I'll go with you and we can leave any time you feel like you'll break down again." He smiled and push stray hairs away from my face.
"You would really do that?" I smiled back at him, amazed how kind and sweet Gunther Hessenheffer could truly be.
"Yes, I would, now what do you say?"
A/N: kay, so for those of you who couldn't tell, her 'secret' is her dyslexia, which Gunther doesn't know about. Not sure whether to continue this. It all depends on you people! Rate and review please! Good reviews and I'll continue! (: ciao! *mwah* ~alliwantiseverything
p.s. just so you know! They're like 15 or 16 now. I just couldn't find an easy way to incorporate it. Maybe in later chapters. (: And Gunther isn't as obnoxious in this story as he is in the show. I couldn't stand to write him that way. he's too good looking for that.