Age It Up Alternate Ending

A GeCe One-Shot

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Gunther's POV
"Since vhen did I become 'everybody'?" My sister walked off without waiting for an answer. The words stung slightly, but I brushed it off. After all, I had a date with a cheerleader today.

CeCe's POV
Finally, the school day had come to an end. I settled down on the couch and picked up a magazine, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door and Flynn's annoying voice ringing through the house, "I'll get it, mom!" he went to the door and swung it open, "Oh, hey, Tinka."

I dropped my magazine and looked to the left. Sure enough, the bedazzeled blonde was standing there, dabbing her eyes with a hankercheif. "Tinka?" I asked, standing up and walking over to her, "What happened? Why are you crying?"

Tinka explained the long, drawn-out story of how Ty made Gunther "cool", and how he had ditched her and Ty because of his date with Danielle.

I decided I'd take a stand. It's not like I cared or anything, Tinka would be sobbing at my house every waking moment. "It's alright, Tinka," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "I'll solve your problem."

After a billion thank-yous, a hug, and a promise to have enough goats to last me a lifetime, Tinka finally left to go cry to her cat.

The Hessenheffer's House

Gunther's POV
"Gunther Hessenheffer, open this door!" I sighed, pulling on the jacket Ty loaned me and contemplating opening the door, "What do you want, CeCe?" I called. "I want you to use your accent! And how'd you know it was me?"

I pulled the door open and leaned against the frame, "Oh, please, I'd reconize your annoying voice anywhere." CeCe smiled at me with mock sweetness, putting her hands on her hips, "How nice. I'd love to memorize your voice, but I spend too much try trying to ignore it."

"What'd you come here for, anyways?" I asked, crossing my arms. CeCe sighed and dropped her arms to her sides, "Look, Gunther-" "It's G, not Gunther." I interrupted her.

She gave me a death glare before returning her story, which was now filled with the irritation of her voice. "Okay, look, G, we need to talk. Tinka was at my place earlier, all teary-eyed and stuff. You have to be Gunther again."

CeCe's POV
Gunther's cool façade slipped slightly, "But... everyone likes me as G." I groaned, shaking my head in frustration, "No one likes you as G! No one but Danielle and the other idiots at school."

Reverting back to G, he grinned at me, "So, do you like Gunther better than G?" I opened my mouth to answer, then shut it again, not knowing what to say.

Gunther grinned seductevly at me again, "Good. Then meet me at the school around eight-thirt." With that, he shut the door, leaving me stunned. From my spot, I heard him call Danielle to raincheck their date.

Gunther's POV
"Gunther?" CeCe's voice rang out, echoing slightly in the empty, dark hallway. Around the corner, I saw the faint glow of a cell phone, closely followed closely by the redhead herself.

Quickly, I moved around the corner and took her hand, sinning her slightly so her back was against the wall. Letting my moment do the rest, I placed both of my hands on either side of her, just low enough so she couldn't duck under my arms.

In her surprise, CeCe dropped her phone and placed her hands up in defense, pressing them against my chest. "Gunther!" she realized as the light of the dropped phone caught my face.

"Err, Gunther? Can you, um, move back a little?" she asked awkwardly. "It depends," I replied, "Can you answer my question from earlier?"

CeCe sighed, "I don't know. I mean, Gunther's annoying, but G just isn't you." She gave me an odd look, "Why do you want to know, anyways? We hate each other."

"You hate me," I corrected, my accent kicked in, "But that never meant I hated you back." I saw CeCe's expression turn to confusion. "In fact... I kinda always liked you, bay-bee." CeCe's face turned redder than her hair as I leaned forward, kissing her.

I closed my eyes as our lips met, wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. CeCe's hands moved to her back of my neck, running her fingers through my hair.

When we finally broke the kiss, CeCe looked at me, "You know," she breathed, "I think I like Gunther better than G."

So what'd you think? Did you love it? Did it suck? Be sure to R&R! Sorry for any mistakes, I tried. Hope you liked it!