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Note: I think I might end this soon. I'm in prime position to. Also, a BIG thank you to Black-Rose Marley for telling me that "Split it Up" was on You Tube. Seriously, if you guys can't wait till Sunday, look it up. It's even in HD. Now on to the story.
Accidental
Chapter 13
CeCe POV
That evening I was surprised when not only Rocky, but Gunther as well came to visit me. Rocky stayed in the hall, Gunther on the other hand actually came into the room and sat down in the desk chair. When he left to get me a glass of water Rocky ventured into the room. I stared a her in disbelief. "Has school been called off tomorrow?"
"No," she droned as she sat down in the space that Gunther recently evacuated. My eyes grew wide and I started to splutter. "I have to talk to you. It's about Gunther."
I grew curious. "How so." I sat up in bed and bounced a couple of times.
"I saw him dancing earlier today."
"That's not much of a red flag. After all, he is a dancer."
"It wasn't the dance that worries me. It was the ballet pose he ended in."
"Gunther knows ballet?" I mused aloud, interrupting her.
She snapped her fingers to get my attention. "Apparently so. Anyway, I looked up the pose. It looked like this." She brought up her arms and cradled her heart in her hands. "I Googled it - yes, it took ages - and I found out that it's called a mime. It means 'love.' I think Gunther has a crush on someone. Isn't that a good sign?"
I ignored the tugging in my gut that felt suspiciously like jealousy, because there was no way I could be jealous of something I wasn't even sure if there was meaning to. "Absolutely. That's great. Who do you think it is?"
Rocky paused for a millisecond before continuing the conversation. "No idea. But I really want to know."
"Want to know what?" Gunther asked from the doorway. He strode in and handed me a clear glass of water.
I gulped down while Rocky stammered out an explanation. "How to factor in algebra. I just. I just don't understand it."
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Don't ask me."
"Don't worry. I'll ask the teacher tomorrow."
Gunther sighed comically. The exchange didn't sit well with me. "So when do you guys have to get ready for the play?"
Rocky looked down at her watch. "Now? Crud. C'mon, Gunther. We have to go. See you later, CeCe. Be sure to get some rest."
I held up my hand and waved them out as they fled. "Break a leg!"
...
Rocky called me later that night. She said that the play was okay and that Gunther couldn't get her up as high during the tosses, so the effect was kind of lost. She then proceeded to tell me that we were all going out for pizza over the weekend. I waved it off saying that I couldn't wait. But that was a little lie.
Did she and Gunther add me in as an afterthought? Did they just figure that I would find out anyway, so why not invite me?
All of these pessimistic thoughts crowded in my head, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I got out of bed, booted up my laptop, and started typing. I hardly knew what I was writing, just that it was helping me clear my head. An hour later I had Flynn come in and read it back to me. He was amazed.
I wrote a story about a woman. She had died serving her country, a sniper's bullet. An Angel of Death came for her, but she refused to go until she was allowed to see her daughter again. I emailed it to my mom so that she could read it when she got home. Then I went back to sleep. I woke the next morning feeling absolutely refreshed and looking forward to getting that pizza with Gunther and Rocky.
*Whistle Whistle Whistle* Not much to say.
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