PART TWO IS FINALLY HERE! Yay! And it gets cute. Like... Super kawaii. Yeah, not just cute, MOTHER-FUCKING KAWAII. Like, :3 this kawaii. I made that face when I wrote this. And I don't make that face.

Oh, and I think I'm going to close the poll soon, so vote! Boy is up by two... And there are only two votes cast. So if anyone wants a girl, your opinion counts too! If we get enough girls, I'll pick that. If we get no one else, I'll pick boy! But you can still vote... Vote, for all means! Most, if not all of you, can't vote for president, consider this an early election!


"Tinka. There's no easy way to say this." Tinka stopped breathing. "You're fired."

"Wha... What?" She looked at his face for any sign of emotion.

"I usually don't do this kind of thing... But you've been dancing at the show since you were fourteen, and you and your brother have helped around many times, and are some of the best dancers on the show." Tinka's eyes were welling up, and Gary sighed. "But, after threatening to fire Cece and Rocky off the show, they said how far along they were." Tinka's head shot up.

"Thank you, Gary. It's a lot better that you told me in my home, and a lot that you told me." She shook his hand, and he pulled her into a hug.

He looked around. "Your brother's not here, right?" She shook her head. Gunther was arranging everything. "Who's the father?"

Tinka's breath stopped again. "Ty. Ty Blue, Rocky's older brother." Oh god, what did I DO? She scolded herself in her head, and Gary looked deep in thought.

"Those are going to be some messed up babies." He grinned goofily at her, and she tried her hardest to smile back.

"You have no idea." She smiled again, more forced.

"Okay. We can get you backstage passes anytime, I'm sure you'll want to see Gunther dance, and you're always welcome in the audience." He paused. "I'm pulling some major strings for you. Are you sure about... Everything?" Tinka's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?" She still eyed Gary.

"Sure about... Keeping the baby, living with your brother?" Tinka's eyes were still narrow, and she didn't respond. He sighed. "Cece told me. About everything. The Paris trip, the cruise, even some weird things between her and Rocky. I think they're a couple."

"Yeah. They... They're together. They told you!" He nodded.

"I'm really sorry." She sniffed.

"And... You're the only one?" He nodded.

"Listen, Tinka, I won't tell anyone-" She nodded again, gravely.

"I'll get arrested, won't I?" He didn't speak. "Gary. If I get arrested, Cece and Rocky won't be there this time, and I'll have to go back to the old country." She breathed out, and back in, shaking. "I can't go back. Our parents are dead, I'm pregnant, the throne is full, the queen is dying fast... Maybe the old country isn't that bad. I mean... It's legal, there. I think... I hope." She gulped. She sat in silence with Gary, a million thoughts racing through her head, and two in Gary's.

So we've got lesbians on the show. Hmm. We could either get more or less viewers with that. Just the way we put it. He was still deep in thought. Gunther and Tinka. That's... Creepy. Just plain creepy. And their closeness... That's why they dance together, I guess. Eww. And... Oh god! She's pregnant! That means... They had sex! He glanced over at a still sniffling TInka. She's never going to look the same again.

"Tinka?" Their heads popped up as the door opened, and Tinka ran to Gunther, hugging him. Gary peaked his head around, and waved weakly. He leaned down to Tinka's ear. "Let go bay-bee." She giggled, and let go, forgetting why she was upset. "Gary, why are you here?" He walked into the kitchen, putting some of the plastic bags down in the kitchen.

"I had something to tell you guys... What's in the bags?" Gunther snorted.

"About a year's worth of food... And pie. I guess that's the upside to this situation." He wrapped his arms around Tinka, protectively, his hands finding their way to her still flat stomach. Gary smiled. Maybe they weren't that creepy. "What did you have to tell?"

Tinka looked up at him with watery eyes. "Gunther... Cece and Rocky told them everything... I'm..." She took a deep breath. "I'm fired." His eyes went wide, and he shoved Tinka behind him. She sat down at the table, not wanting to see the scene unfold.

"She's what?" Gary put his hand up at the intimidating tone in his voice, and started to back away. Tinka ran into the bathroom.

"It's not my fault Gunther... I... I don't make the decision, and I-" Tinka flinched as she heard something hit Gary, and he groaned. Tears in her eyes, not seeing them, but hearing Gunther growl obscenities at them from the old country's language. She sat on the edge of their tiny tub, still hearing the muffled yelling. She stood up, and looked in the cheap, full body mirror that Klaus's family got them. She turned around, and looked at her stomach. She pulled up her dress, and pushed down on the waistband of her tights. She pushed out her stomach, and she smiled. She lifted her arms above her head, and it went skinny. She scowled at it, and looked at her arms. They had... Gotten bigger. Chubby. She didn't like it, and she huffed. She put her dress and her tights back in place, and sat down on the tub. She looked at her red heels. She was going to have to give those up soon. She looked at her ankles. They were... Pink... And... Swelled up. Puffy.

She snorted. The last time her ankles had been like that... An unintentional smile came across her face.


A/N Switching to Tinka's POV. I have a sweet story that I've been thinking about for a while, and this chapter would of come up short without it.


Was it really that long ago? It had to be... I smiled, leaning against the sink, and falling in the hole between the tub and the sink a little, ultimately folding in-between the wall, tub, and sink. That can't be good for the baby. I readjusted myself. It was... Well, I was fourteen... That was four years ago. It feels like so long...

I was dancing for the show that night, and it was the biggest dance of the evening.

"Tinka." I glanced over my shoulder, at the two girls in big fur coats and flapper dresses like I was. "You're not going to mess up, right?" I rolled my eyes.

"Please. I should be asking you that." Cece glared at me.

"You're the one who hates dancing in heels." I flared my nostrils.

"Yes, I do. But, I couldn't imagine Rocky being any tall-" The stage director came up and glared at us.

We got into position. "In five, four, three, two..." He pointed at us, and we walked to the fake door. Cece knocked on it. The eye hole slid open.

"What is the password?" I smiled at my then-brother's voice.

"The password is... Dance!" I smiled as he opened the door, and we walked in. The music started, and we took our coats off to the beat of the music.

This beat is sick

It's feelin' like the flu

Turn up the kick

And then call Dr. Lou

'Cause I'm dancin' into space

Just like Captain Kirk

While I'm crankin' up

Katy Perry's Firework

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands, hands

Put your hands up now

The girls had found their partner, and I was briefly upset that I wasn't paired with Gunther, because the loon I had been paired up with was staring at my chest, which was tiny in the frilled dress. I looked over at Gunther, and faked a smile, because he had been paired with the cast slut, who slept with everyone, even the backup dancers, at the age of sixteen. Boy, was everyone glad for her to go. The crusty little bitch, as Cece would often call her.

Whoa oh, where's the party

'Cause I can't get enough

Live it up, live it up

Whoa oh, where's the party neut

Come on, fill my cup

Crank it up, crank it up

W-we can dance our cares away

From T-T-Tokyo to L.A.

W-we can dance our cares away

'Cause the weekend, the weekend

The weekend was made to play

And then came the part everyone hated, I sat in the middle, pretending to chat and laugh with Cece. I actually had to smile too.

Whoa oh, where's the party

'Cause I can't get enough

Live it up, live it up

Whoa oh, where's the party

Come on, fill my cup

Crank it up, crank it up

Whoa oh, where's the party

'Cause I can't get enough

Live it up, live it up

Whoa oh, where's the party

Come on, fill my cup

Crank it up, crank it up

Whoa oh

We smiled, glad it was over. I got undressed in the dressing room I shared with Gunther, and he was sitting on the shiny couch. I walked over and packed my belongings off the makeup table. "So." I looked at him in the mirror. "Was that guy a better dancer than me?" I smiled at him, and rolled my eyes. I met his eyes in the mirror, and smiled.

"How was crusty?" His eyes widened. I was on to him.

"She was fine. She acted like I was a stripping pole." I giggled.

"She has the tendency to do that." He went to the changing room. "The guy I danced with kept staring at my breasts, even though everyone's are non-exsitant in those dresses."

"Yeah, I noticed that." I raised my eyebrows, and starting packing his bag.

"Really?" I stole a piece of mint gum from him, and popped it in my mouth. "Who's?"

"Uhh..." I snorted, and walked to the door.

"Gunther. I'm your sister! Your twin even, and you won't tell me who you were ogling at!" I laughed.

"Fine. It was that Australian girl." A pang of hate went through me, though I wasn't sure why.

"She does have a nice body. She is from the land where woman glow and men plunder." He opened the door, eyebrows raised, with his shirt off. I giggled. "Gunther... You have baby nipples..." I giggled again, and I poked one. "They're so cute." He glared at me, and I was still giggling. He blushed, and shut the door. "Ohh! Gunther! I was kidding! They're very attractive!" I realized what I said, and I started laughing again. "I'm... I'm sorry. That's what I have to say to Cece." I sat down on the couch, still laughing. Little did I know, he was on the other side of the door, wishing I had continued. He stepped out, looked in the mirror, and straightened his hat.

"You ready?" I nodded.

"As I'll ever be." We grabbed our bags, and walked out to the coat racks. We got our jackets, and told Gary we left. He put his arm around my shoulders as we walked around the building. He opened the cellar, and I hopped in. We waited until we were sure everybody was gone, and we went back to the main stage. We put our things up, and started to practice dancing.

It was... Weird. I had starting looking at him differently.

That night, we were working on the waltz, I didn't know why, we didn't dance it, he just wanted to do it that week. I giggled as we danced closer and closer. Then, I started looking at him. His hair, his eyes, his nose... His lips. His lips... I must of been staring at them, because he noticed. "What is wrong sister-twin?"

I blinked a few times. "Oh!" I stepped away from him. "Uh..." I twitched my fingers nervously. "I'm just feeling a little tired tonight." He nodded.

"I would say so. Rehearsal was pretty hard before the show." He hugged me, and stuck his lips to my temple. "No fever. That's good." We got our things, and then we caught a cab home. We went into our apartment, and into our shared room. I got dressed in my pajamas, and went to bed. I didn't wake up until about noon, which was very unusual. I hardly spoke to anyone that day, not even Gunther. I got dressed in the outfit Gunther had made for me that morning, and I smiled. I got my be-sparkled laptop, and sat on my bed. I opened Google.

How to tell if you're... I looked at the keyboard, thinking about deleting the letters. I sighed, and typed the rest. In love. I looked at the first result. A teen advice column. I snorted, and clicked on the link. The loading page killed me. When it finally loaded, I skimmed down to the steps. "There is no easy way to find the truth behind your feelings or the feelings of another person... Nanana... Signs that love is blooming... If you agree with seven of the following nine statements. Hmm... In love. Okay..." I rolled my eyes, and scrolled down to the first one.

1. You know, because you have been told by your significant other, that your deep feelings are returned in kind.

I sighed. No...

2. The object of your affections makes you feel special and good about yourself.

Good about myself? Gunther... Yes. I nodded, and smiled.

3. If/when you feel jealous it is always fleeting; you trust your partner not to betray you or hurt your relationship.

He doesn't really know... I couldn't blame him if he wanted to flirt... Yes.

4. Nothing makes you feel as serene as when you and your partner are together.

Yes. I always feel safe and serene when he's around, and we both bring out something in each other.

5. When you fight with your partner you usually make up within a few hours and you always agree that nothing is more important than you both being able to express your true feelings (even if they sometimes cause conflict).

Well, yeah. I've never stayed mad at Gunther for more than a few hours.

6. Your partner never asks you to choose between him/her and your loyalties to your family and friends - if you do choose him/her over them you always have a good reason and it is always YOUR decision, and your decision alone.

He is my family... Pass.

7. Neither you or your partner feel the need to test the other's loyalties or feelings.

I don't need to test him. He's like a little puppy. I giggled. A little puppy with small nipples.

8. You are more yourself when with your partner than you are with anybody else.

Yes. I inhaled through my nose. More-so around that time then I ever had been before.

9. If sex is part of your relationship it is by mutual desire and agreement without the slightest hint of commitment testing or persuasion.

I blushed furiously, and clicked the back button, without even tallying up my scores.

The computer was still staring at me, so I slammed it closed, and put it in my bedside table. I stretched out on my bed, not being able to relax. I paced around my room for a bit, wondering why no one was home. I stopped. It was the day we were going to visit Granny-Mama in the old country. But... They wouldn't leave me... Would they? I ran over to my charging phone, unlocked it, and went to my messages. Six new from Gunther.

'Tinka? Sorry were leaving without you... We COULD. NOT. GET. YOU. UP! :) We're waiting at the fast food place with Klaus... We'll miss you.'

'Tinka Bell? You're still not up, are you? Silly, silly Tinka. :) Plane Boarding in twenty.'

'My last message to you before I have to turn my phone off... Bye bye, BAYBEE... :D Love you, Mama and Papa say they do too, Klaus just glared at me. :)' I smiled, and scrolled through the newer massages.

'Off the plane, and look who's still asleep. :)'

'Feels so good to be back in the old country, with the smell or goat and chicken in the air. Wait. That's Klaus. Haha.'

'Granny-Mama says she loves you, and we'll be back on Wednesday.' I smiled, and texted him back. He texted me until I fell asleep again, still in my normal clothes. I dragged my life on the next week, telling Cece and Rocky about my time in the refugee camp, and then inviting me to the sleepover they were throwing. I couldn't keep up with time. I opened up the door to the empty apartment, and flung my bag in our room. I collapsed on my bed, closing my eyes.

"Hello bay-bee." I screamed as I flung the covers off Gunther. He laughed as I hit him with a pillow. "Hey!"

I hugged him. "Where's Mama and Papa?" He shrugged.

"They're staying longer." I nodded.

"Did you hook up with that Cermaka girl?" He got a brief pained expression on his face.

"No. You hook up with Ty?" I shook my head, smiling about his news.

"No, he's not really my type. You know, the type who your older brother has to pay to go on a date with you, and then interrupts you while you are birthing kittens." I kissed Gunther's cheek. You're my type.

Friday came up, and Gunther and I headed to Cece's. He, like I told him, was not allowed to stay, I made concrete to put on Rocky's face, we got stuck in the freezer, and Gunther and I went home, feeling worse than in the refugee camp.

"Knock knock!" I snapped out of my flashback, and looked at the door. Gunther stepped in, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you!" I kissed him. "I love you!" He pulled away.

"What happened?" I just started crying again, and latched onto his shirt. He got me dressed for bed, and I latched onto him again as soon as he got in bed with me.

"Promise... Promise... You'll never leave me." He nuzzled his head in my hair, which I had taken down.

"I promise, if I ever leave you, it will be after you've left me, because if you leave me, I couldn't live." I stopped crying, and settled into his nightshirt.

"I love you." He wrapped his arms tighter around me.

"I love you more." His cool hands slipped down to my stomach. He leaned his head closer. "And I love you more than her." I laughed, and shoved him playfully. I yawned, and turned over. He slipped his arms around me again, and I fell into a dreamless sleep.