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Sorry I've been AWOL. I have literally had this written for a week, but I have a good excuse. I was working on a couple of originals and I have to read a book + write a report for school by the end of the month and I just got the book, so I was also working on that.
Accidental
Chapter 7
Gunther POV
First, I heard the rapid fire sound of running feet. Then, I saw a flash of fiery red hair, Finally, my wind rushed from my lungs after the red-head rammed into my torso at full speed. I staggered and managed to right myself.
"Sorry," CeCe said, backing away, face bright. I waved the apology away, forgiving her, seeing as how I couldn't say it out loud.
I took a couple of deep breaths to set my heart back on an acceptable track. The girl sure can pack a wallop. "What did you need?" I asked, all native accent thrown from my voice. For a moment CeCe stood in front of me, her breath coming out in quick bursts, chocolate eyes shocked. I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
CeCe shook her head and replied, "I'm inviting you to dinner tomorrow."
It was my turn to be stunned. I think I mumbled something similar to an agreement. CeCe beamed and flounced away. "Wait," I called. "I don't know your apartment number."
"610." She was out the door in a flash.
"Throw her higher, Gunther. And, CeCe, try to twist your body mid air." And with that I regret to say that my brilliant idea ended up backfiring. "The Demon" as Lance had thoughtfully labeled Mrs. Kobb, was swinging her flabby arms around irractically and scuttling from group to group, trying to make "Beauty and the Beast" perfect.
"I hurt," CeCe complained.
"I'm exhausted," I huffed. "I win." CeCe nodded, her ponytail bobbing.
"Why are you all sitting?" Mrs. Kobb called to us. I flopped, eyes closed, head coming down hard on the lacquered wood. Blood roared in my poor, throbbing head.
CeCe responded by puring ice cold water on my head. I coughed up the accidentally inhaled H2O. "You're terrible," I muttered, getting up, sopping hair tickling my eyes.
CeCe shrugged. "Tell me something I don't know." She extended her hand and helped me up. We did that cursed dance number another three times. I never want to dance it again. Thank God opening night is tomorrow.
There it was. A simple door. Ordinary and brown. Once I would have scoffed at how plain it was, not it didn't even tickle my brain with its invisible nature. I chuckled. How could a door be invisible? C'mon, it's a door.
I knocked; two raps. The door separated from its casing and CeCe was standing there beckoning me into the room. Beyond her I saw Ty and Flynn, both wearing grey fedoras, and defeating Deuce and Rocky in some fighting game that involved spaceships.
"The whole gang is here," I said stoically. Rocky turned her head my way and promptly set down the controller. When Deuce protested she hit pause, freezing the screen. Roars of outrage erupted from the three boys, so CeCe, in a rather annoyed fashion, took the abandoned controller and – so far as I could tell – smoked them.
"Hey, Gunther. How've you been?" Rocky said, a bright smile on her face. Her mud-brown corkscrew hair was secured to the back of her head with a barrette and her eyes were waiting expectantly for my answer.
I tried my best to return her warm smile, my eyes squinting slightly. "My whole body aches from drama practice, but other than that I'm doing fine."
An expression of mock horror crossed Rocky's face. It quickly erased itself as she pulled me over to the couch. At first Deuce was blocking my view of the television screen, so I adjusted myself.
CeCe's purple spaceship blasted Ty's green one from the navy blue, white spotted, computer programed sky with a fine display of curling red smoke and orange fire. The shape reminded me of broccoli.
A polite knock resounded on the door. Rocky bounced to her feet and answered. On the other side a girl stood holding a bright red, pizza warmer bag. She had all of her platinum blond hair secured atop her head with a scarlet bow and her eyes had a sapphire sparkle as she handed over the two large pizza boxes and received the total number of dollars owed. I continued to stare even after the door shut. Bile seemed to rise in my throat.
The next thing I know CeCe is blocking my view, two pieces of pizza on a crisp, white paper plate. "You okay?" she asked. I tried nodding, but I think I shook instead. The red-head set the food aside and called Rocky over. I heard her say Tinka's name. My knees came up to meet my head.
A hand came down and rested on my shoulder. Oddly enough, the contact helped me focus to hear the door shutting and the TV going silent.
"I'll be in my room," Flynn reported.
"Okay," CeCe replied from beside me. So it was her hand on my back. Why does this not immediately make me shudder?
Uncommonly long, no? Well I wanted to get the entire dinner episode into one chapter, hence the length. Anyway, I have a poll on my profile and would love it if you guys would cast your vote. I would also love it if you would REVIEW!
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