Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own. If I did there would be way more tension on the show.

Accidental

Chapter 5

Gunther POV

The walk to CeCe's apartment was relatively quiet. Just a few remarks here and there. Nothing special, and definitely not something worth repeating. We stopped at the stairs. "Thanks again, Gunther," CeCe said, echoing her earlier comment.

"No problem. Perhaps I will end up walking you home again?" Where in the name of goats did that come from?

CeCe looked just as surprised as I felt. "Sure. How about after practice tomorrow?" I nodded. "Okay then. Bye."

Way too awkward, I thought. I turned 'round and walked into one of the shops lining the street. I paid for a honey roll and devoured it as I puttered around in a book shop. I found one that had a beautiful girl on in, quite obviously photoshoped. I picked up the novel to look at the back. I classified it as a teenage supernatural romance. I returned the book to its former place. Definitely no.

I chose another book, this one with a golden bird on the cover. The title read "The Hunger Games." I read through the description and decided that it could be good, so I used the last of my allowance to purchase it. Maybe a little reading would help to clear my head.

"Gunther, how about this one?" Tinka's voice rings in my head. I could still see her holding up a red book with gold lettering. We had taken it from our father's study, hoping to find out more about the royal family, and how far back our family tree went. I still had that book in my room. And the completed tree in my closet. If anything, those two things would stay in my room till the end of time.

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The next week passed in much the same way as the first. We had school, drama practice, then I walked CeCe home and rubbed my aching arms. I swear, the more I throw her in the air, the heavier she becomes. Shouldn't it be the other way around? I mean, after all, I am getting more toned muscles from the exercise, so shouldn't she be feeling lighter?

"Man, this play is killing me," CeCe remarked one day. She stretched her arms up behind her head and leaned back, trying to work out her tense spine.

"How so?"

"All this dancing. I've never danced so much in such a short time in my entire life." I kept quiet. I wasn't quite sure what to say. "How about you?" CeCe asked. That's when I knew she wanted to try having a conversation with me.

"Tinka and I danced a lot as kids. We didn't have much else to do. As you know, we were the outcasts."

CeCe looked at the sky thoughtfully. "Do you still feel like an outcast?"

"I don't feel much of anything anymore," I confided. Other than physical pain I was an empty shell. I didn't want to feel any emotion, so I didn't. My life just put itself back together. I wasn't about to just let it fall apart again.

Super short, I know, but I know exactly how I'm going to start the next chapter now, and it has to be in CeCe's POV. And, as some of you may know all ready, I don't agree with switching POVs in the middle of a chapter. I don't like it, ergo, I don't d it.

So this chapter dedicated to HarryPotterTNGfan. I really enjoy receiving reviews from you because they are just so inspirational and well thought out.

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