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Accidental
Chapter 6
CeCe POV
"I don't feel much of anything anymore," Gunther said, a true, blue, honest look etched on his face. Granted, since Tinka died he hadn't shown much emotion, but this one was dead serious. Gunther really believed that he hadn't felt much of anything. I was speechless.
"Do you feel irritation? Annoyance?" I tried. Thank you, Rocky, for constantly using big words.
"Irritation? I'm not sure. I really just don't care anymore. And annoyance was never really in my nature." Gunther's crystal eyes drifted in my direction. My brown eyes shot back to the street, but I knew he knew I was looking at him. We had locked glances for a whole two seconds.
I started swinging my arms back and forth. "How about joy? Fear?"
"No and no."
Gah! Could this boy get anymore annoying? He just wouldn't admit to himself that he still had feelings! It was starting to drive me crazy. "What about affection? Don't you love your parents?"
"I know I'm suppose to love my parents, but I just am not sure what affection is at the moment. I told you, I just don't care anymore." Gunther looked dejected. Like a puppy that had been kicked. Or an orphaned child that was afraid to trust. That look didn't belong on his face.
Then, without warning, the worst, most terrible, craziest, and all around dumbest thought crossed my mind: What does he feel about me?
I willed the clock to turn back so that I never had that thought.
"What about your friends? Don't you care about their health at least?" I splurted, before it could get awkward.
Gunther looked at me, a are you serious kind of look crossed his face. "I don't have any friends. I thought you knew that."
I huffed. "What about Rocky, or me? Aren't we your friends?" Getting through his thick skull was harder that pushing a pencil through steel. Gosh darnit!
Gunther turned his gaze toward the sky. "So that's what we are. I thought you were just tolerating me because Rocky told you to be nice."
His words pierced me like a knife: cold, sharp, and deadly. "She did, but that's not why I'm being nice to you," I replied. "I thought that you could use someone to talk to, although I probably wasn't the best candidate. After all, I've never lost someone important to me, at least, none that I'm aware of. I'm sure that over the years a grandparent or two has died." I looked at the clouds, deep in thought.
Gunther made a noise in his throat that sounded vaguely like a chuckle. I smiled at my own fantasy. There's no way Gunther would be smiling now. Except for that one time his face had been hopelessly impassive.
We stopped in front of my apartment building and said our goodbyes. Gunther continued down the street and into one of the Tino's. I felt bad for him, so I pulled out my cell and typed a quick message to my mom. Can I invite a friend over for dinner?
A few minutes passed before the response came. Sure. There's leftovers in the fridge. Get to bed on time. I'll be home late.
Thanks, I typed back, then I skipped down the stairs and into Tino's.
Yeah, not to imaginative, huh. Show of hands, who expected Gunther to kiss CeCe when she started babbling? I almost did, but decided not to, muhahahaha! Also, do you know how difficult it was to only write CeCe's thoughts? I kept wanting to input some of Gunter's, but obviously CeCe is not a mind reader, and I don't like 3rd person.
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