Do you guys remember how long the last chapter was? Well my chapters are rarely that long. Sorry. Just letting you know.

Disclaimer: Okay, I own Tinka's death. That's all.

Accidental

Chapter 2

Gunther POV

Tell me again, how did I get roped into this? And how did I ever think I was a good dancer? I can't possibly be when I keep tripping over my feet, and coincidentally, causing CeCe to trip over her own.

"Come on, Gunther," CeCe said for about the hundredth time. "I've seen you pull off harder stuff than this" Group practice had been horrific thanks to me, so CeCe insisted on extra dance time. We sat in front of the mirrors catching our breath and nursing our sore feet. Which were aching because my mind kept straying and thanks to that I kept forgetting the choreography.

"I don't know what it is," I confided. "My mind just isn't in the dance." CeCe replied by grabbing my hands and pulling me up. The way she positioned us reminded me of a ballroom dance. When she started leading I recognized the steps to that of the waltz. "You can dance the waltz?"

"Is that what I'm doing? I saw something like this on Dancing With the Stars last night," CeCe said, her red hair falling into her downturned face.

"If you want to dance properly, you have to look up," I informed her, stopping the dance.

She brought her face up and looked at me, her beautiful browns accusatory. "If you would stop stepping on my feet I wouldn't have to look down."

"How about I promise not to step on your feet, will you look up then?"

"I'll have no reason to look down."

I started leading and swept CeCe around the dance-floor. Not once did I step on her feet, nor did my eyes leave hers. I never knew how captivating eyes could be, until I looked into CeCe's brown ones. The longer I stared the more I noticed the green ring that surrounded the iris, and how her eyes carried the illusion of rippling water.

The sound of CeCe's cell phone ringing out pulled us from our dance. The red haired girl separated herself from me and hurried over to stop the consistent tone. Who knew CeCe liked The Birthday Massacre?

While CeCe talked on the phone (I assumed it was her mother from the way she was speaking) I stretched out my stiff muscles. We must have been dancing the waltz for ages. When she finally signed off she headed toward her bags. "My mom needs me home. See you tomorrow." CeCe ran toward the door before I could offer to walk her. To bad.

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I returned home that night and grabbed the spackle. I turned on the radio and listened to Ke$ha and Bruno Mars until I could stay away no longer and fell asleep.

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