Chapter 4: Gossip, Gossip, and More GOSSIP

Rocky's POV

It's been 2 weeks since CeCe was sentenced to life in prison. I've been so depressed lately. I can tell that Gunther's been feeling the same way. So after hours of thinking, we decide to bail her out. Seaton (our limo driver) drives us to the police station. I'm wearing red pumps, white pant's with blue vertical stripes, a black sheer top over a white tank top, sunglasses, and my favorite grey beanie - only because it's Gunther's . Gunther's wearing black converse, jeans, a plain white tee, a black leather jacket, a gold chain, and sunglasses. We go in and ask where CeCe Jones is being held. "The girl who assaulted those celebrities? Oh she's in Miami Beach Federal Prison, would you like us to escort you?" a young, female officer with blonde hair says. She look's about 20 years old."Yes, thank you," Gunther replies."Wow, you must have a lot of dedication to your job, officer-" I look at her name pin thingy. "Michaels." "Oh, just call me Margret, and yes, I've always wanted to be one since I was little, so why not start early?" she laughs. She's really pretty. I see Gunther looking at her and I get jealous. "Well, let's get going! In the van! It's the witness protection van." she says. She grabs the keys of the van off of her desk and tells us to follow her.

About 5 minutes later, we're in the van, on our way to the prison to bail out CeCe. When we get there, Margret drops us off and says, "You go ahead, I'll find parking." Gunther and I nod and go to the entrance. We go through security and go to the front desk. "Hello, you are?" "I'm Raquel Blue, and this is Gunther Hessenheffer, we're here to see Cecelia or CeCe Jones." "Are you here to bail?" "Yes, we are," Gunther says. I can't get used to his American accent. "That will be $50,000. May I have your credit card?" I gladly hand over my card, which has $200,000,000 on it. The lady at the front desk hands us a stack of papers about as thick as all the hunger Games books stacked on top of each other. SHe hands us pens and offers us a room with a table and some chairs. "This is going to take a while." Gunther sighs.

After about an hour of work, we walk to the desk and the woman smiles. She gets her phone and says into it, "Officers 200987 and 66879 please bring ID number 535427880 down please, she has been bailed out." 25 minutes later we see a horrible looking CeCe. She doesn't look at us, keeps her eyes concentrated on the floor.

The officers free her and we walk out into the police car. CeCe sits between us. A tear rolls down her face. "Why are you doing this?" she whispers. "What d'ya mean?" "Why are you bailing me out? You and Gunther deserve better than me. I could have killed you." "A true friend would forgive, right Gunther?" I ask. He smiles at CeCe. "CeCe, we forgive you. It was all in the moment. Okay?" She smiles. "Okay," "I miss that smile I say. We all hug. "When we get back to our place, I'm giving you a makeover!" I say.

And that's exactly what happened. Her hair is washed and in it's natural state, she's clean and she her nails are painted red. "So, do you think somehow, I could become famous? Just by being your best friend?" "Yeah CeCe. I think you could be a model!" I say. "Well, maybe if you invite me back. I'm going leaving for the airport in half an hour. I have to go," she squeals. We air kiss each other, and she hugs Gunther good bye.

THREE DAYS LATER...

CeCe's POV

It's 1:00 in the morning, I'm at home, reading a magazine, when I see an article that I HATE. It's a photo, of Rocky and Gunther, kissing, at the awards. I call up Rocky.

Gunther's POV

Rocky and I are sleeping in my bed tonight. Her cell rings. "Hello?" I ask, rust obviously in my voice. "Hi Gunther, I have a question for you." "Yes CeCe?" "Why didn't you tell me you and Rocky are going out?" I don't say anything. "Can I speak to Rocky?" "Okay, 1 sec," I shake Rocky. I'm met with a beautiful pair of eyes. "Babe, CeCe wants to talk to you." "Tell her I don't wanna talk right now babe. It's freaking one in the morning." "I HEARD THAT!" CeCe says from he other line. I put her on speaker. "Rocky, talk to me!" "I can't, I'm freaking tired!" she says, snuggling up to me. I put my hand on her waist. "GUNTHER! ANSWER MY FREAKING QUESTION!" "I don't have an answer." "TO F*CKING BAD!" "CeCe! You need to calm down! It's one in the mother freaking morning!" "I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! YOU AR-" I hang up. I peck Rocky's lips. "G'night," "Night G."