Hey, beautiful people! (:

Wow, you guys really don't leave me down! I think, the 7th chapter had the most reviews so far. I see, you like a little bit Adventure? That's not as far as I can go! *le dangerous voice* :D

Anyway, I hope you are not mad for me uploading the chapter one day after I was originally supposed to - but I couldn't log in at FanFiction, I think that was because of my mail server. Either way, I can't promise uploading the chapters again every two days, because I'm in a really crappy mood right now and I only have one chapter written ahead, but we will see.

And the last point, I don't want you to think, that CeCe, Tinka and Deuce are the bad guys... every character has their own story. We already know Rocky's story (at least roughly), we know Gunther's story (kind of roughly, too), but the stories of the other characters are still hidden. It's like they say - don't judge a book because of it's cover, don't judge a person without knowing his / her story...

Replies to reviews

BackBecky : Thanks, glad you liked it! Oh, the reaction he will have. :D

YrCaJc : Agree, the interactions between Rocky and Gunther are my favourite part, too. The rest of the answer I already PMed! (:

DarkNight18 : First, good! Second, sorry, I'm not going to tell something, you will find out soon! Third, sorry, no. Fourth, I'm not sure yet, but I would really like to appear him again, he's my favourite character in Season 3! Fifth, is that a question or a statement? Sixth, I did not answer your question, because running away isn't really my idea of Adventure. What is so adventurous on running away? Seventh, I don't plan on putting Logan in the story. Eigth, Gunther is not going to be unbeatable, that would be too boring, I think. Ninth, Tinka is going to play an important role in the story, you will see, and about CeCe I'm not quite sure. Tenth, yay, glad to hear / read that and I hope I answered all of your questions, at least I tried as well as I could. (:

Love / Love990 : Aww, thanks, I'm really glad to hear / read that. And Gunther, too. :]

Guest : Thanks, I do update every two days (:

Masterclass MC : Thanks a lot! About Word: I don't type this story on my PC, and even if I did, I don't have Word right now - my dad re-installed the whole computer and we don't have any programs yet. I would take a beta, but I've had a bad experience and I want to be ale to upload whenever I want and not having to wait, when my beta has time and bother her / him. I'm sorry for any mistakes, I seriously try my best, but English is only my third language and the lesson at school sucks, I learn more at the internet than there. (:

CosmicLoathe : Aww, this is, I believe, the best review I have ever gotten! I don't even know, how to reply. *le blushing* :D

Chapter VIII

They made it to Gunther's apartment finally. Holding the poor girl with the left arm, Gunther opened the door and carried her inside, to 'the other room', where the bed was standing. He carefully laid her down and went to close the door.

Slowly, Rocky was waking up. The blurred sight of blonde hair and light brown whatsoever turned out to be Gunther's apartment and him going somewhere. As she started seeing everything clearly, the pain was coming back. She sighed, trying not to groan and closed her eyes, being in try to absorb the hurtful wounds.

For her eyes were closed, Rocky could hear all the sounds better. She heard the birds outside chirping, Gunther closing the door and stepping into the kitchen, cars hopping loudly. But she still wished to faint away again, so she wouldn't have to take the pain.

"Oh, I see, you're awake now?" Gunther questioned with a little smile. Rocky wanted to answer something, but realized, that there was blood in her mouth and her jams hurt very much. Nod she couldn't either, so she just stayed quiet. Gunther nodded in understanding and took a box, that was laying on the carpet behind his back before.

"Let's clean your wounds," he said optimistically.

"Um, um, uh-um!" Rocky replied angrily.

"Come on, if I don't, you will get a blood infection. You don't want a blood infection, right?"

"Uh-uh."

"Very good," Gunther said and took a cotton woul pad out of the first aid box. It also contained a bottle full with... vodka? "Okay, it may will hurt a little, but I know you'll stand through. You're a tough girl."

He opened the bottle with the through-looking liquid and wet the pad, before laying it down on a big bruise on Rocky's left arm.

"Ouch!" she yelled out. "Shh, shh," Gunther tried to calm her down, while wetting the wound and killing the microbes on it with the alcohol, "shh."

After an hour of wetting the wounds and shouting, Gunther was done with his work. Rocky stood up abruptly and ran into the bathroom, while the blonde guy was sitting on a chair next to the bed and running his fingers through his hair.

He hoped she would get well soon.

At evening, when Rocky already left, Gunther took his note book and wrote an other side full.

"Today Rocky was beaten up on the way to my apartment. This can't just be an accident, there's some serious reason and I must find out. Maybe Rocky is going to tell me by herself, either way, I will find out what I have to know.

By the way, tomorrow will be my first day at school... again. I'm quite nervous, because Rocky disagreed coming with me and I haven't got a clue about how I will be handled there...

I'll go to sleep now and can only hope to fall asleep soon, as it's half past eleven right now."

Gunther's day started with waking up too early. The sun shone through the curtains, that covered the window and motivated him to start this new day.

He pushed away the blanket and sat up, running his fingers through his hair. A yawn was heard, before Gunther stood up and walked to the bathroom to get ready. Cold was the ground and it made him wake up completely.

After finishing the morning routine, there was still an hour left. He brought his already packed up bag in the hall and turned on the TV to escape the loneliness.

"Today, we are going to learn, how to make the Ukrainian soup 'borsh'."

Gunther didn't pay any attention to the cooking program and let out a sigh in his worry about Rocky.

After half an hour he had enough. Gunther put on his shoes, took the bag and exited the apartment. He would be there too early, but he also had some things to manage.

The train came in time. As the school's station was announced, the train stopped and let him out. Gunther walked for a few minutes, until the school building came in sight. He became nostalgic at the memories, but shook them off quickly, like a dog shakes the water off. He entered and looked around, trying to find orientation.

After ten minutes everything was managed. Gunther got back in his old class and his old locker was his again. As he placed some of the stuff in his bag in it, the first pupils came in. He recognized some of them again, but he didn't remember their names anymore. Wasn't that black-haired girl's name Nastie?

His first class was starting in ten minutes, it was Maths, one of his favorite subjects. He wondered, if he had a class with CeCe or Tinka, or at least Deuce. Was he still working at Crusty's?

But no one of them could be seen in the school hall, so Gunther decided to leave five minutes earlier to search for the room 231.

He found it quite quickly and pushed the door open, finding it full with pupils he got attention of. He found a free seat and sat down, not paying any attention to the curious eyes, that were looking at him. He took out all the necessary things and laid them down on the desk, looking straight to the door, waiting for the teacher.

After the class Gunther took his things and left quickly, wanting to find his sister. The hall was full, but he remembered where her locker was. In front of it was standing a blonde girl; Gunther smiled.

"Tinka!" he called, walking towards her. "Finally, I thought..."

"Are you looking for Tinka?" the girl asked and turned around to face Gunther.

"Yes," he replied confused, looking at the soft blonde hair that reached the girl's shoulders and her ice blue eyes with a touch of grey.

"She's probably in the janitor's closet," the girl said emotionless. "But if I was you, I wouldn't go there."

"I'm her brother," Gunther explained, "but thanks."

"What the..." the blonde girl thought, because she was told, Tinka's brother had found the death in a car accident, but it wasn't like she cared, anyways.

Gunther pushed the door of the closet open and his eyes became wide because of what he saw.

Tinka, almost naked, was making out with a half naked boy!

"What the hell are you doing here?" she questioned angrily and rushed to put her clothes on.

"Tinka?" Gunther called, not believing his eyes. The girl in front of him had platin blonde hair with a blue strain, tucked behind her ear. Her face was covered in make-up, so he barely recognized his sister. She wore a short red glittery t-shirt and a black mini-skirt with purple high heels.

Taking a look at the boy, Gunther's heart skipped a beat once again.

It was Deuce Martinez, in persona!

"Deuce? Did you... and..." he couldn't even say his thoughts out loud, while Deuce put his blue t-shirt back on, showing off a quite muscular chest; blush was creeping into the Latino's cheeks.

"Who are you?" Tinka asked, fixing her hair.

"Who I am, are you asking?" Gunther almost laughed. "Your brother Gunther, as long as I remember."

"I don't have a brother, now leave and I better won't see you again!" she yelled.

"Guys, what is..." a girl, that entered the dark closet, didn't finish her sentence in shock.

"Ce, we don't know him," Tinka explained angrily.

"But Tink, that's..." Deuce started, scared by her anger.

"A foreign boy and we have seen him the first and hopefully the last time, yeah, that's right!" Tinka replied, interrupting him. CeCe was still staring at Gunther, as if he was a mystic creature. "Get out of my way!" Tinka pushed Gunther to the side and made her way into the hall, Deuce following her out quickly. "Ce, are you coming? We are going to ditch the next class!"

"Yeah, hold on, I have to text Frankie," the redhead replied. "What are you doing here? You have been shot down in the war in the Old Country," she questioned, now turning to Gunther.

"Who said that?"

"Everyone. Anyway, why are you here?"

"To learn something," Gunther replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, we all are... not. When did you get back?"

"A week ago."

"So, you haven't heard about Rocky yet?"

Gunther became angry. "I have. She is accused in murdering your brother, which she didn't."

"Shut up!" CeCe yelled. "She's a murderer and you better don't talk to her!"

"Or else?" Gunther questioned provocatively.

"Or else you will wake up in the hospital, my dear," she replied and leaned close to him, as if she was about to kiss him. Because of her short clothing, he could see her whole body, but he stared in her eyes. "You know, I think I could dump Frankie for you, you look way hotter than him now. Just work on your accent and forget about the innocent Rocky." He could feel her minty breath on his skin, but he pushed her away.

"Never," Gunther replied and ran out of the dark closet.