Gunther/CeCe

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Gunther Hessenheffer was getting dressed for school. He pulled on khaki Hollister pants and a Navy Blue Hollister polo. He knew the girls in his class thought he looked, as Americans say, "Hot". He didn't get it and he didn't care. He only pulled the clothes on out of convenience; they were the ones on his dresser.

He picked up his cellphone and saw a text from CeCe. He smiled a little to himself when he saw her name pop up on his screen. Then he caught himself. «What the hell am I thinking. CeCe? No.» he thought to himself.

CeCe: Hey G. Srry I tickled u. Just tryn 2 make u smile.

He responded quickly.

To CeCe: It's ok. Just still upset. Srry for snappin at u.

He apologized. He really was sorry. As much as he had disliked CeCe when they were younger he didn't hate her now. They weren't friend, but they were something like it. He still found her annoying and kind of dumb, but he'd never tell her that.

Gunther grabbed his house keys and backpack and headed to school. He would've driven but they didn't have much use for cars in Chicago, he always took the subway. He rode the subway by himself normally, but today he saw Rocky.

"Gunther! Come sit here!" the brunette girl yelled. He didn't want to be rude so he followed her instructions and sat down.

"Sorry to bother you," Rocky said, "I just didn't want to sit by myself. CeCe woke up and wasn't feeling very good." Rocky sighed.

"Is she not coming to school today?" Gunther asked, concerned. He noticed the surprised look on Rocky's face and added "I'm just wondering."

"Oh, no. She's sick." Rocky said matter of factly.

Gunther just nodded in response fearing that if he spoke his thoughts would betray him. Since when did he show concern for CeCe? He mentally scolded himself. What are these feelings? He was frustrated with himself. But, at the same time he was frustrated with the World. How could they make Tinka so sick? How could he show concern for a girl as obnoxious as CeCe? Why was he sitting next to a girl on the subway who he barely talked to? He was in the process of mentally when he felt a hand on his back. "Gunther? Are you okay?" Rocky asked after seeing the pained look on his face.

»Gunther/CeCe«

CeCe layed in bed blowing her nose into tissues and taking Tylenol. She was sick; headache, stuffy nose, and stomach ache. She felt horrible physically and mentally. She felt awful for Gunther and especially for Tinka. They had never really been friends and she had found them strange and delusional. Since then, Gunther's accent had gotten less prominent and he'd gotten rid of the sparkles except for a few here and there. Tinka kept the accent and the sparkles. But, since Tinka got sick CeCe hadn't seen her and Gunther had lost all of his shine. His personality went from being fun to bland. CeCe never would've admitted to anyone that she thought Gunther had seemed like a cool guy ice he'd gotten to be somewhat normal. She also thought he was insanely hot but she would NEVER tell that to anyone. Hell, she'd barely admit it to herself.

She had texted Gunther when she first woke up and apologized for the tickling the day before and he responded saying that it was okay. She was glad he wasn't mad.

While CeCe lay in bed she wondered if Gunther was thinking of her, or at least if he wondered why she wasn't at school.

"Bye, sweetie!" CeCe's mother, Georgia Jones shouted as she left for her job at the Chicago Police Department. "I hope you feel better!"

"Bye, mom!" CeCe croaked out, he voice cracking a bit. CeCe moaned at the pain in her head and wished that someone was here to take care of her. Even Flynn would do! But, she was alone.

But not in her dreams...

Dream sequence:

CeCe was curled up on the couch, her head resting in the lap of a certain blonde sixteen year old boy. Soft hands stroked her hair and a melodic voice with the slightest hint of a European accent spoke soothing words to her. Soft lips placed kisses on her forehead. Strong and lean arms wrapped around her.

CeCe knew she was dreaming. Her and this boy weren't close friends in reality. She hardly call them friends at all; acquaintances maybe. She couldn't believe she was having a dream like this and about a boy who used to have an affinity for sparkles and goats. Of course, this boy was practically normal now. Practically an average teen from Chicago despite the slight hint of his accent that remained. CeCe couldn't believe she was having this dream. But, what she couldn't believe even more was that...

She didn't want it to end.

A/N: So, there you have it. Chapter 2! Thank you to my reviewers! And also to those who favorites/added my story! I really hope you enjoy it! I hope this chapter is a little bit longer. I tried to extend it. But, I guarantee that that the next chapters will be longer than this. The first one was around 300+ words but I think that this one reaches 600+ but I'm not positive! Please, Read and Review! I lurve reviews!

-Pink Tutu's and Sparkles, Emory.