Spin The Bottle

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"Deuce said you kissed him back. I never got to ask you – Is that true?"

I stopped walking, he was standing a few steps behind me and I didn't dare to look back. I used the spoon in the ice-cream I was holding to stir it around a little, hoping – futively – that he might forget the question, and we could keep walking.

"CeCe?" He called, "Did you hear my question?" of course he'd want an answer. He'd be suspicious now that I hadn't immediately said no. Why didn't I just answer 'no' when he would've believed me? Which was about thirty seconds ago . . .

I bit my lip and turned around slowly to face him. He was staring at me intently, one eyebrow raised. Confused. I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks, "I heard it, yeah,"

"So . . . were you gonna answer it?"

"Oh, um ,sure."

"Go ahead," He crossed him arms over his chest, and shifted his weight to one foot. He obviously wasn't going to let this one go.

I hunched my shoulders. I might as well tell the truth. It looked like my 'Happily Ever After' couldn't last long.

"Yeah, I did," I mumbled, so low that I could barely hear it myself.

"What? I didn't hear you,"

"I did," I said, an octave louder.

"What?" He still couldn't hear me.

"I did! Okay? I kissed him back, Gunther. Deuce kissed me while we were still in the school, and . . . and I tried to stop him, I really did, but, I just … gave up, and I kissed him back, and I'm so, so so sorry, Gunther," A tear managed to escape down my cheek.

"I cant believe this," Gunther said roughly.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I thought he was lieing when he said you kissed him back. I was so sure he wasn't telling the truth,"

"I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Did you like it?"

"W – what?" I had wanted to answer that question myself for so long, but the thought that I might have actually liked kissing Deuce scared me so much that I had tried to tune it out whenever it popped into my head. Besides, I had a boyfriend. I didn't dare to let my mind ever wander to that topic, just in case some new feelings might unfold.

"Did. You. Like. It?" He asked again, ennunciating each syllable as clearly as he could. There was obviously no escaping this question.

"Gunther, I . . . I don't think it matters,"

"It does. I don't even know if you want to be in this relationship at all. Do you even love me?"

"I do! How could you even say that?"

"Then why did you kiss Deuce? Do you love him?"

"No! I don't! Oh, God, Gunther . . . " – I walked over to him and took him hand in mine – "I love you. Only you. You know that."

"Just answer the question, CeCe," He said, yanking him hand out of mine, "Did you enjoy the kiss?"

I tightened my eyes shut. If I told him the truth . . . I might mess everything up.

"Yeah. I did. I did, okay? For some stupid, fucked-up reason I liked kissing Deuce. And that's not all! I told him I fucking loved him! Imagine! Now, go ahead, tell me what a messed-up cow I am. I'm ready."

"I don't think you're messed up. Really, CeCe, I don't. But I'm not going to stay in a relationship that only has half of what it needs,"

"What do you mean?" Of course I knew what he meant. But I couldn't – No, wouldn't – Face it.

"Until you get all this sorted . . . I think we should take a break."

"A break? You're breaking up with me?" I started hyperentilating. He couldn't leave me. He couldn't.

"Just until all this is sorted out,"

"And how long will that take?" I asked frantically.

He shook his head, "Who knows?"

"Gunther . . . Gunther, please. I love you."

"I love you too, CeCe," And with that, he took my hand and kissed it, then turned to walk away.

"What about Spain? Remember? Do you not want me to come anymore?"

He froze. "I still want you to be there, CeCe. We don't need to be a couple for you to come along,"

I nodded slowly. My heart breaking into little pieces, "I love you," I whispered as he turned and walked away,

"I know," He called back.

I stood there on the sidewalk in front of my apartment for a minute or two, then I got out my phone.

I clicked 'New Message', and started to compose a text. What I couldn't believe was whoI had chosen to send the text to.

From: CeCe

To: Deuce

Hi Deuce. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I need you. I need to be with someone. And I also need to talk to you about some … 'stuff'. Please, please, please don't ignore this text. Thank you.

I clicked send, and walked on into my apartment, putting my phone back into my pocket. I immediately dug back into it when I felt my phone vibrate, 1 New Message, I clicked accept.

From: Deuce

To: CeCe

I can come over right away?

I exhaled with relief and clicked Reply.

From: CeCe

To: Deuce

That'd be great. Thanks again.

I couldn't believe it. He was actually going to come over and help me. I hadn't expected him to agree at all. But he did. I was shocked.

I went over to the fridge and peered inside. I saw something wrapped in a tray wrapped in tinfoil, and I took it out. There was a note propped up next to it. 'CeCe, sweetie,' It said, ' I'm working late tonight. Theres been a robbery at First Bank up on Pavlavo Street and I need to be there. I've made lasagne for you and Flynn for dinner. Tuck in! Theres also ten dollars on the counter, in case you decide to order in. Love you. Mom'

I smiled at the kind gesture. She'd been extra nice at home since I got back. Probably because she realised that she'd nearly lost me. Wheneveer she saw Gunther, and that was lot – Well, it used to be a lot. She'd probably notice that he was never around the house anymore soon.

I sat back at the table and leaned on it with my elbows, my head in my hands. What had I done?

My head jerked upwards when I heard a knock at the door. I jumped up and raced to open it, when I did, I saw who was there, and smiled in relief. Deuce.

Hello, people. The next chapter is the last one in this story, please review to tell me if you want a sequel, because all the drama in Spain is going to be in that chapter! Give me any pointers you have for the sequel – The title, OC's (I need an OC to play a small part) and … well, anything else! Also, please leave your thoughts on this chapter. Remember, if I don't get reviews, I always think no-ones interessted, which means no sequel D: So, please, please review