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Please read this author's note, this is the most important one so far.

I got a review, that said I should turn this fanfiction into a Rogan story and I wanted to know you guys' opinion about it. But, either way, Romance is only going to come up in the end, first it's Friendship / Hurt/Comfort between Rocky and Gunther or Logan.

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Chapter IV

They didn't know, but it had been exactly seven minutes, before Gunther broke the silence that wasn't awkward, somehow. "How is Tinka doing?"

Of course, she should know it would be the first thing he would want to know, but she needed time to find an answer, anyway. "Umm, I kind of don't have contact to her, but she goes with CeCe to school every day, so I suppose she's alright."

Once again, Gunther laughed and there was silence for a while. "We had agreed to call each other every time we had free time", he said then and ran his fingers through his hair, "and that turned out to be some hours a day for me which I had chosen to sleep through."

"You didn't talk to her at all?" Rocky asked unbelievably.

"Why, sure I did. The first year I tried to call her on weekend, spent hours in front of the computer waiting for her to come online and sometimes she did."

Rocky could hear a little bit of pain in his voice; the sort of pain that was similar to old wounds which had been healed for a long time, but opened and started to bleed again. She felt guilty for making his wounds hurt him again, but she decided it would be better to let him finish speaking.

"These short talks gave me strength, because a lot of things had changed in my motherland since I had been there for never longer than some weeks. It was strange how I, who was born there, didn't feel welcomed anymore... sorry for boring you, I didn't really have someone to talk with - in the war people that I believed to know, turned out to be... traitors and enemies and I couldn't trust anyone at all."

"So you trust me," Rocky replied thoughtfully.

"Yes, I trust you freaking more than those guys who could push a knife into my back while I had turned around to get them some water," Gunther answered a bit angrier than he actually was. He was almost afraid she would just leave, but she was only thinking what to say.

"So..."

He interrupted: "If you want to mention this stupid teasing between me and Tinka and you and CeCe - I think we can get over it, can't we?"

"Sure," Rocky said, giving Gunther a sad smile.

"Is... is something wrong?" he asked, noticing her face expression.

It was such a chaos in her thoughts. Back then, she remembered to find this frenemy-ship funny and annoying at the same time, but deep down in her heart she liked the kind of freakish twins and yes, Tinka had became her and CeCe's friend (before the colony, of course) because she felt lonely without Gunther, but Rocky was sure that if Gunther hadn't left, he would have stepped over the border, too. Now, she would give everything to have a friend, Gunther wasn't that bad, at all, but she was afraid for him, if he would stay by her side after he would have learned her story. But it surely was better, if she was the one to tell him her version of the events; the version that nobody had heard before.

Should she tell him now, at the airport, minutes after the decision to get over their ridiculous frenemy-ship?

No, she thought, firstly she should let him tell his story; she was sure it was an interesting one and, hopefully, a less sad one than hers.

"No, nothing's wrong," Rocky replied then. "What about you leave your luggage at your home and we meet at the park; I'm sure you have a lot to tell."

Gunther ran his fingers through his hair once again. "I don't know if the Hessenheffer's apartment is still my home, but we will see."

"Fine, save my number so you can call me, it's..."

"Had it changed?" Gunther questioned, raising his eyebrows at her.

"No, well..."

"Then I still have it."

Rocky smiled a little - she had forgotten how to all these years - at the thought that he hadn't forgotten her in all the years and after saying good-bye, they left.

Her croissant was laying, untouched, at the table.

Rocky couldn't know how many time Gunther would need, so she decided to go home. It was 2:35 p.m, when she reached the apartment building, happier than ever to have a friend, for once, and ran the stairs up, trying to do this as quiet as possible.

She opened the door and tip-toed into the apartment, closing the door after herself slowly.

"Rocky?", a voice whisper-called suddenly. Rocky couldn't move; who was speaking to her? Had her parents came home and were still up? Ty said he would go on a mini-tour for his fans in Southern America, so it couldn't be him. Or was that possibly a thief?

"Who are you?", Rocky whisper-called back. The person turned on the lights and turned out to be...

... Ty.

In the first moment, Rocky's reflex told her to hug her brother; she hadn't seen him for a long time and out of her family he's been the nicest to her.

But his face expression told a different story.

"Well, what are you doing up so late? Hm?"

"I, I was taking a walk-"

"A walk, how interesting. Where had you been?"

"Um, at the park,"

"Great, so now I suggest it's enough and you will go to sleep"

"But, but Ty, I have to go, it's really important-"

He came closer to his sister and looked straight in her eyes; she couldn't look back. "I said, you'll go to sleep now, or else I will beat you up for breaking my magnet..." Ty's voice sounded similar to a snake's, Rocky could barely understand the words.

"... and for being a shame to our family", he ended and turned around on his heel, being sure that Rocky won't dare to stay in the living room any longer.

He was right.

She remembered crying, crying a lot. Crying into the sleep probably, because after standing up and looking into the mirror, she noticed how red and puffy her eyes were.

Rocky wanted to fall asleep again, but then she remembered something.

She was supposed to meet Gunther at the park.

Yesterday.

She mouthed 'crap' and opened the wardrobe quickly - she was wearing her pajama, as yesterday at the airport. After changing into the first t-shirt and pants that were gotten by her hands, blindly tasting in the dark of the wardrobe, she sneaked out of the apartment quietly.

She hoped to find him at the Hessenheffer's apartment - she kind of remembered the way -, but for this she would have to ring and pray that Gunther will be the one who opens the door.

When Rocky was there, she knocked twice and held her breath.

After a while the door was opened by a man that Rocky guessed to be younger than thirty, but you could tell he was alcoholic which made him look twenty years older.

"What'cha want?", the man asked, as friendly as he could, containing the fact that he was drunk.

"Um, I'm searching for Gunther Hessenheffer," Rocky explained.

"I don't freaking know such a guy, now get your butt up and leave, I don't want you to be seen here again!", the man shouted and shut the door closed.

He must have recognized her, or else he wouldn't be that angry.

But most important of all, now Rocky didn't know where to find Gunther - the Hessenheffer's didn't live here anymore, she didn't have a clue where they lived now and if he decided to live together with them; she didn't have his number, although he had hers.

Only luck would help her find him.