Spin The Bottle.

Disclaimer: *sigh,* do we need to go over this again? No, I didn't think so.

Gunther

When I heard that sharp beeping sound from the monitor, I froze. What was going on? What did that mean? Rocky stood up and rushed to Cece's side. "Nurse!" She yelled "Nurse Johnson! I need help!"

She started wailing with terror and sadiness, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Cece's heart had stopped beating. She was dead. No. She wasn't dead, I wouldn't let that happen.

"Rocky!" I bellowed. "Stop bawling your eyes out and go FIND Nurse Johnson!"

"N-no, I'm n-not leaving Cece."

"GO!"

I could tell that the sudden sharp tone in my voice firghtened her, and she beetled off to find the Nurse. I bent down, my head over Ceces. I put my lips against hers and blew gently. Nothing.

I tried it again, a little harder, blowing into her mouth and pumping her chest with my hands, I mentally counted the beats.

'One, two, three" Then I would come up for a breath before continuing the whole process all over again.

Stay with me Cece! I begged her silently. You have to keep your heart beating! Don't give up! Come on, you can do this!

But it was too late. She was gone. But I wouldn't stop, no, definitely not. Even though I knew Cece was gone now, my brain didn't seen to Have processed it yet. I knew that if I dared stop my CPR on her, I might tumble over the edge of insanity.

I heard the squeak of the door behind me. That was probably Nurse Jackson, and Rocky.

"Out of the way, kid." She said, attempting to shove me away. If she thought I was letting go of the only thread that kept me hanging on to the edge of sanity – She was mad.

Rocky pulled at my shoulder.

"Ginther, let go of her! Please! Nurse Jonhson can help her, please!"

I kept going, pressing the space in the middle of her ribcage, blowing into her mouth until I felt lightheaded. Good. If Cece was gone, I didn't want to stay. I started to hope the lightheadedness would lead to me passing out and never waking up…

Then it hit.

The machine picked up again, with the slow 'beeep, beeep, beeep' Sound. Her heart. It was beating again, scared that it might stop if I stopped, I kep going, drawing deep breaths then pumping oxygen into Cece. The lightheaded feeling came back, I didn't want to die, I wanted to saty wherever Cece was. I stopped what I was doing, rested my head on her chest and snuffled. I felt something rushing through me, I wasn't sure I'd ever felt this before, it was the utmost sense of joy and fulfilment, like a chilkd waking up on Christmas morining expecting to find a brick, and instead finding a ticket to Disneyland, yeah, something like that.

I fell to my knees, my head still resting on her chest, my breath coming in and out in long gasps. After what seemed like hours, I raised my head up, and wiped a few tears that head managed to get out away.

Cece. My Cece. She was OK, she was alive. She was mine again.

I hadn't even noticed Rocky crouched by my side, holding Cece's hand in her own.

"Thank you, Cece." She was whispering. "Please … please don't do this to me again."

I looked up, then around for Nurse Jackson. She was standing with clamps in her hands, I imagined she wanted to shock Cece till' her heart started beating again. No need for that now, though. She smiled at me.

"You two really love her, huh?" She asked, thowing me a shirt to repace the one I had used to stop Cece from bleeding to death earlier. I arched an eyebrow. Would I be here if I didn't? Correction, would WE be here if we didn't.

Instead of saying that, I smiled at her. "Yeah," I whispered. "I really do."

She nodded at me. "You know … boys like you are really hard to find, boys of this generation usually take flight at the first sign of drama."

I shook my head. "That's not real love then. If you love someone, you'll stick by them, no matter what. That's true love."

She smiled again. "Like I said, boys like you are really hard to find."

From the way she spoke, I took it that it was from experience. She was very pretty, tanned with dirty blond hair, and wearing a doctors coat. I guessed that sometimes it wasn't all about being pretty, it was about finding that one special person that would crawl to the ends of the earth just to see your smile. Cece had found that person, so had I.

There was a silence, not at all an awkward one, it was a meaningful silence, it just felt like we should let some time pass before speaking again. Soon, nurse Johnson broke it.

"Her heartbeat is very steady, shes a little fighter,this one. I've given her a lot of morphine so it should be a while til' she wakes up—"

"How long?" Rocky interjected.

"Mmm, I'd say she should be up in the morning."

"What time?" Rocky pressed. Nurse Johnson didn't seem to find this irriatating, she smiled warmly instead. "Nine O'clock by the looks of it."

Rocky nodded. "Thank you, Nurse."

"Hey, its my job."

"I know," I interrupted. "But still, thank you. Without you, she would definitely be dead by now."

Nurse Johnson nodded once, then walked out the door.

"Bye," She called as she left.

"Bye," Me and Rocky called back.

Okay, NOW the silence was awkward. Here I was with my girlfriends best friends that I had come so close to kissing just seconds ago. But hey, I was more than happy to suffer in awkward silence for the next DAY than have to tlak about the event.

Unfortunately, she started to speak.

"Gunther.." She began. She seemed unsure of how to phrase 'I'm sorry I nearly made out with you even though you're my best-friends boyfriend now (Even though that TOTALLY disgusts me)'.

I rubbed Ceces arm gently, half wanting her to continue and half wanting her to just shut the hell up.

"Gunther, I'm sorry." She continued, whether to my delight or dismay I don't know. "I know that trying to kiss you was out of order, I shouldn't have done it … I was just feeling a little vulnerable."

I scoffed. Yeah, I'd heeard of those one-night-stands you have when you're feeling a little down, well, kissing was sort of a one-night-stand, especially when its kissing your girlfriends bestfriend.

"If you could ever forgive me…?"

I had half expected her to go on to say 'And not tell Cece' But I guess she wanted me to make that choice myself, even though she knew I wouldn't tell, mostly because I was just as responsible for what almost happened as she was.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Course, Rocks."

"Your accent!" She gasped. "Its- Its different."

I sighed. I was really getting tired of this whole 'accent or no accent thing' anyways, it was Tinkas idea to pretend our accents hadn't changed, since she was practically dead to me now, I figured I might as well tell her.

"I've been in Chicago for a while and since no-one uses our ols accent anymore, it changed. It was Tinkas idea to pretend they hadn't changed."

Rocky nodded slowly. "Oh,"

"Yup."

She seemed to debate with herself whether to keep talking or not. It was obvious she had more to say. I promted her.

"You OK?"

"Yeah … Its just…"

"Just what?"

"Why didn't you kiss me?" I stared at her. Why does she think? Was this a joke or something? Before I could speak, she continued.

"I know you're Cece's girlfriend and all that but… How come you just pulled away like that…?"

I scoffed, then shook my head.

"Well maybe its because your bestfriend is my girlfriend."

"But what if she wasn't? Would you have kissed me back?"

I gaped at her. Where was all this coming from? I thought Rocky hated me! Why won't she just let it go?

"Maybe," I mumbled.

"What?"

I sighed. "No, Rocky. I don't think I would have to be honest. I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "No worries… Its not like I expected you to anyways."

I groaned.

"What?" She said.

"Are you trying to make me feel guilty or something?"

"No! No, course not."

I took her hand in mine once again, looking into her deep chocolate brown eyes… Ahem, I mean her eyes.

And said. "I'm sorry, Rocky. But Cece is my girlfriend. I. Love. Her." I said especially stressing the last three words.

She nodded. "No, I get it, true love, its beautiful."

"Well I'm glad you understand."

"Gunther?" Came a voice. Not mine. Not Rockys.

I swivelled round, dropping Rocks hand to look in the direction where the voice came from. I smiled when I saw the owner of the voice.

"Cece," I gasped. "You're awake."

Rocky stood up immediately and pulled her into a bear hug. She sniffed a little, but I couldn't tell if she was crying or not because her face was shielded by her hair.

Cece was crying for sure.

"Rocky," Sobbed Cece. "I thought -I thought I would never see you again."

Rocky released her from the hug and stood back to look at her. "Cece, I'm so sorry, I've been so horrible to you and you nearly died, I am so SO sorry."

"For what?" Cece questioned in between sobs. "For being the best friend I've ever had? For always being by my side?—"

"I was NOT by your side, Cece. I abandoned you! You should really, really hate me right now. I'm SO sorr—"

"Stop apologizing, Rocks. Its OK. I love you so much."

"So do I."

Rocky pulled Cece into another hug. I waited patiently through this whole exchange. It didn't feel right to interrupt.

When Rocky, once again, Released Cece, she looked at me; then back at her.

"I'll … Give you two some space,"

"Thanks, Rocky." I whispered.

She just nodded in my direction before walking out the door.

"Gunther," Gasped Cece. She looked as if she was about to speak, but the tears got to her before the words did and she started to cry.

"Hey, its alright," I whispered as I went to sit beside her. I propped her up on a cushion so that she was sitting upright, then I put my arm round her. Rocking her slowly backand forth till' the tears dided down a little.

"I thought I'd lost you forever." She whispered.

"Well you haven't, thank God!" I replied.

She sniffed a littlethen wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Tinka…" She began, not sure how to continue the sentence.

"We'll sort her out later." I assured her. "Right now, its all about you."

She leaned in towards me, I did the same until out noses were almost touching.

"The nurse won't be back for a while, right?" She whispered.

I shook my head. "Not till' morning." I said, not really sure where she was going with this.

"So we've got some time to ourselves?"

"Yeah.."

I was a little stunned when she pulled me into a kiss, her lips fierce against mine, I wasn't objecting or anything, just a little shocked.

She put her hands on both sides of my face, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I stoked her back, causing her to moan a little. I took advantage of the oppurtunity, pushing my tongue aginst hers. It was a short battle for dominance, tongue against tongue. I won, of course.

I was even more stunned when she started to attempt to button down my jeans.

"What are you doing Cece?" I gasped after pulling away from her.

"Whats it look like?" She siad with a mischeivious grin.

"Cece … I don't think we should…"

She pouted. "Why not?"

"Well, first of all, you got stabbed not too long ago…"
"But it doesn't hurt anymore, Gunther. Promise!"

"No, Cece."

She pouted again. "I say we do." She whispered, lowering her hands to my belt buckle once again.

"I say we don't" I retorted, grabbing both of her hands with just one of mine and raising them up again.

"Why not? Am I not sexy enough for you, is that it?"

I groaned. "Of course not Cece. Its just that … Well, like I said before, you just got stabbed."

"It doesn't hurt."

"It will when the morphine wears off."

"Well lets take advantage of this time then."

"No, the second reason why we're not doing this now is because you're underage."

"So? A lot of people have sex underage."

"And you're not going to be one of them."

"Please Gunther? I'm seventeen, that's close to eighteen, right?"

She lowered her hand somehow without me noticing, and rested it on a private part of mine, and stroked gently.. I grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Stop it, Cece." I growled, lust evident in my voice.

"I don't think you really want me to, Gunther. By the look, wait no, the feel of things down there, you want me to keep going."

I shook my head. "It dosen't matter what I want, Cece. We're not doing this, end of story."

"So in other words, I have to wait till' I'm eighteen?"

"Yup."

"But my birthdays not till 6 months!"
"Sorry, not my problem." I replied, grinning.

"Fine," She groaned. "I'll wait till' I'm eighteen."

Yes, people. She has to wait till she's eighteen. Gunther is ever the gentlemab, isn't he?

ANYWAYS. Review! Or else….

I will track you. When I track you;

I will find you. When I find you;

I will kill you. When I kill you;

I will bury you. When I bury you;

I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU REVIEW IN THE AFTERLIFE.

Peace.

Ciao.

-Dollz.