I think you know what the title of this super long chapter entails ;) Happy New Year!
Gunther and Cece soon arrived at Gary's house with beaming faces and upbeat spirits. They rang the doorbell and waited at the front door.
"I'm so excited, are you excited? I'm so excited!" exclaimed Cece in a rush.
Gunther smiled. Cece looked gorgeous with the snow flakes in her hair and the redness in her cheeks from the cold. She kept jumping up and down, but Gunther couldn't tell if it was out of excitement or from a lack of warmth.
"Yes, I am excited," said Gunther. "Listen Cece, I have to tell you something."
"Yeah, what is it?" she asked with glittering brown eyes.
Gunther opened his mouth to speak, but then a petite blond girl answered the door.
"Hey Gunther and Cece!" greeted the girl.
Gunther and Cece said their hellos.
"Come on in," the girl drawled mischievously.
Gunther and Cece frowned at each other, shrugged, and commenced to step across the threshold. Suddenly a big beefy boy blocked their path.
"You can't come in," he grumbled.
Gunther and Cece stepped up to the boy with threatening stares.
"Why not?" they said in unity.
The boy smirked; it appeared that he was fighting back a laugh.
"Look up, dudes," he said.
Gunther and Cece looked up and gawked at the green little plant above them. There was no mistaking what that plant was. Instantly the two began to protest with the boy, but by that time the other party guests had gathered around the entrance.
"You have to," teased the petite girl. "Or we won't let you in."
"No, no, we're good," assured Gunther and Cece.
"C'mon, it's tradition," whined another guest.
"You vouldn't say that if you vere the one under the mistletoe,"observed Gunther.
The guest shrugged, but grinned. He began to chant for the two to kiss, and pretty soon the others joined in.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" they all chanted unanimously.
The chant prolonged and got so loud and consuming, that Gunther finally held his hands up.
"All right, all right!" he consented.
Gunther turned to Cece with an apologizing shrug. Cece bit her lip nervously. Gunther placed his hands gently on her shoulders as he leaned in to kiss her, but then he hesitated a few inches away from her face.
"C'mon, don't be shy!" teased the beefy boy.
Cece rolled her eyes, grabbed Gunther roughly by the shirt, and pulled his lips to hers. Their lips meshed perfectly together, and soon Gunther and Cece's heads became more muddled than they already were. They kissed for a good amount of time before they both pulled away. Gunther stared in shock at the little redhead before him as the blood rushed up to his face. Cece blushed, took him by the hand, and led him inside to bustle through the gawking crowd.
"Hey kids!" welcomed Gary warmly. "How do like the party?"
Cece and Gunther lowered their heads and mumbled something indiscernible. Gary shrugged and walked away to see to the other guests. Cece looked down and realized that she was still holding Gunther's hand. She loosened her grip, but Gunther lightly squeezed her hand before he let go.
"Um, sorry," she apologized timidly.
"I'm not." Gunther muttered under his breath so Cece couldn't hear.
"Present time!" yelled a few of the guests as they surrounded the flashy Christmas tree that scraped the ceiling with its golden star.
Gunther and Cece joined the crowd as they sat side-by-side with their knees slightly touching. They smiled shyly at each other.
"Who'll go first?" inquired Gary.
There was a murmuring among the group until Cece raised her hand.
"All right, Cece," said Gary. "For whom were you Secret Santa?"
"Oh, I just wanted to represent Rocky first," informed Cece. "She couldn't make it tonight, so I'm taking her place."
"Okay, so who was Rocky Secret Santa for?"
Cece turned to Gunther. "Drum roll, please!"
Gunther rapidly beat on his lap to create a dramatic drum roll until Cece finally said, "It's Ashley!"
The blonde who answered the door for Cece and Gunther clapped her hands in delight as she took the small box in Cece's hands. She opened it to reveal a silver ring with glittering gems in the shape of a flower.
"Oh, tell Rocky I said thank you!" Ashley said to Cece. "For this, the necklace, and the book on quantum physics!"
Cece rolled her eyes. Quantum physics. That was so Rocky. It was a good thing Ashley was as smart as Rocky.
"Now, who's Rocky's Secret Santa?" questioned Cece.
The beefy boy with charming brown eyes raised his hand and walked over to Cece to hand her a black box.
"I wish I could've given it to her in person," lamented the boy.
"Eh, it's all good, Brandon," assured Cece. "She loved everything you got her."
"This last one's a locket. You can look at it."
Cece opened the box to reveal a silver locket in the shape of a heart.
"Oh, it's beautiful," gasped Cece.
Gunther warily eyed Cece while she admired the trinket. The brown-haired boy started to sit down, then stood erect and approached Cece.
"Give her this from me, too, when you see her," Brandon mandated as he suavely kissed Cece on the cheek.
The other guests cooed and teased as Brandon wriggled his brow flirtatiously at Cece. Gunther frowned.
"Who's next?" asked Gary.
Gunther raised his hand while he continued to stare down Brandon.
"I am here in the place of my sister Tinka," said Gunther. "If her Secret Santa does not mind, please reveal yourself first."
A timid boy with huge glasses stepped up with a small blue gift bag.
"I hope she liked everything," mumbled the boy.
Gunther scoffed. "I am afraid your hope is hopeless."
Cece elbowed Gunther sharply in the ribs.
"Err, I mean, I'm sure she appreciates it, Mark," corrected Gunther.
Mark nervously rubbed his neck and sat down.
"Now," continued Gunther haughtily, "I announce that Tinka was the Secret Santa for... Gary."
"What?" gasped Gary. "How? I don't remember putting my name in. That's why I saw that flashy goat stuff in my dressing room!"
Gunther shrugged and handed Gary a bedazzled gift bag. Gary hugged the present to himself in content.
"Wait," Cece whispered to Gunther, "If Gary didn't know he was in the Secret Santa thing, who was he supposed to give presents for?"
"Awww!" whined a bouncy brunette. "That's why I didn't get anything?"
Cece felt bad for the girl, but she couldn't help but chuckle at the her exaggerated pouting. Maybe she and Rocky could get a little something for her later. Of course Rocky would have to pay, because Cece was completely broke!
"Eh-hem," coughed Gunther. "I'd also like to announce whom I was the Secret Santa for."
"Oh please," Brandon scoffed. "Gunther, we all know you were the Secret Santa for your girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" echoed Cece.
Gunther was flustered. "I have no girlfriend."
"Oh, don't you?" teased Brandon. "We've seen you and Cece together, and there's some serious romantic vibes there. And if that wasn't enough to convince, your kiss was."
Gunther gawked at Brandon, and gawked wider when Cece started to protest.
"Oh yeah?" sneered Cece. "What do you know, Brandon? There is no reason that there'd be anything going on with Gunther. It'd be a freak of nature, a violation of natural law, a breach of all that makes sense!"
"You sure about that?" asked Brandon.
"I'm sure that I would never be caught dead with the flashy, ostentatious, snotty Gunther Hessenheffer, king of the goats! There, you heard what I had to say. Now you can all be quiet about the possibility of me being freakish, too!"
With that statement, Cece suddenly stopped to realize the fact that she had just ostracized the person that she perhaps actually cared about the most. She turned to Gunther to apologize, but he had already stood up and stormed out the door, leaving his present to Cece behind.
"What have I done?" whispered Cece as the dreadfulness of the situation fully hit her.
Hehe, I left you with a serious cliffy! I know you hate me for putting a kiss and a terrible fight in the same chapter, but that's how I roll ;) Two more chapters, and this will finally be finished.
