Gunther/CeCe

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Gunther sat on the subway in silence for the whole ride to school. Rocky rubbed his back soothingly. "Thanks for doing that." Gunther said to Rocky when they got off the subway at their stop. "Of course, what are friends for?" Rocky said with a smile on her face.

"We're friends?" Gunther looked confused.

"Yeah, I'd say so." Rocky replied. "I mean, we used to hate each other but that was 2 years ago. We're over that, aren't we?"

Gunther nodded, "Yeah, I guess so." He smiled a little and they headed off to their separate classes.

Gunther's first period was Math, a class he usually shared with CeCe but today he knew he wouldn't see her fiery read hair or a confused look plastered on her pale face. He was actually a little happy that the class could go on without interruptions. CeCe always seemed to be asking questions that seemed so easy. Hence, the reason he thought she was a little dumb. He hated it when she interrupted the teacher to ask a question that should've been simple.

When Gunther got to class he settled into his desk and pulled out his homework from the night before.

"Gunther?" his teacher called from the front of the room.

"Could you come here for a moment?"

Gunther nodded then stood up from his seat and walked to the front of the room.

"Yes, Mrs. Garvin?" Gunther asked when he reached her desk.

"Well, math seems to come pretty easy to you. You have the highest grade in the class. I was wondering if you would mind being a tutor."

Gunther thought this over. It might help him get his mind off of Tinka.

"Who would I tutor?"

"Well, I'll assign you a student tomorrow. You'll begin working with them immediately."

Gunther nodded and headed back to his seat. Maybe this tutoring thing will be good for him. It will help get his mind off Tinka, maybe it will even help him get his mind off of the weird feelings he'd been having towards CeCe.

»Gunther/CeCe«

CeCe was still in bed. She'd been there all morning, blowing her nose into tissues and coughing up a storm. She was watching an episode of Shake it Up, Chicago! It was a rerun. One of the first episodes that CeCe and Rocky were on. Not only them though but Gunther and Tinka too. She laughed at their sparkly outfits emblazoned with a G for Gunther and a T for Tinka. CeCe was glad that Gunther had decided to start dressing like a boy rather than do what his sister wanted, but Tinka still dressed outlandishly. Well, she did before she got sick. It had been almost for months since they found out that Tinka had pancreatic cancer. She'd doubled over in pain during a taping of Shake it Up, Chicago! Everyone rushed to her aid.

CeCe hadn't seen Tinka since. She felt bad too. She decided right then that once she got over her cold that she would so see Tinka and bring her a special present. CeCe had seen a Teddy Bear dressed as a ballerina with glitter and sparkles all over. She knew Tinka would like that. And while she was at it maybe shed get Gunther something too. After all, she did want to become friends with him.

«Gunther/CeCe»

Gunther ended up sitting with Rocky on the ride home too. He didn't live in the same building as her and CeCe, but in a place nearby. They said goodbye and headed o. Their separate ways. When Gunther arrived home his parents and sister were still gone. They must have to stay another night, he thought. Sometimes they stayed longer than one; this must be one of those times.

He cooked himself some veal and onions, a typical meal from the old country. He may have grown out of the glitter and accent but he still loved the food. After eating he sat down and watched an old episode of Shake it Up, Chicago! He smiled when he saw his happy and smiling sister and wished she would be that way again.

He also found himself smiling at CeCe and Rocky. Rocky he understood because she was kind to him today. He figured they could be friends. What he didn't understand was why he was smiling at CeCe. He didn't hate her. But, he wouldn't smile for her. But, there was that feeling again. Right in the pit of his stomach and it wasn't a bad feeling. He actually kind of like it. It felt like happiness or the kind of feeling you get when you see a newborn baby. Kind of like...love?

A/N: I realize that this is a short chapter and for that, I apologize! But, regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much readers and special thanks to reviewers!

-Pink Tutu's and Sparkles, Emory