Hey, awesome people! (:

Thanks a lot for your kind and caring reviews, I actually don't know what's more fun - typing the story or replying to your feedback.

But, before this, I have to tell you something very important.

Since a while I'm taking writing and reading very seriously, actually everything in the world, but the two things are what counts in this author's note. Anyway, to come straight to the point: in my opinion, every seriously written story (book, short-story, fanfiction, etc) has to have a moral. Maybe not all of you know, what this is, or why am I mentioning this, or why the Earth is round, or why you can't lick your elbow. To the first point: moral is a message, that, if we're talking about a story, the author tries to convey, to make his / her readers think about a specific thematic or call attention to a problem in the world with the intention to make a change.

So now, that you know what a moral is, you probably think about the second point: why I've mentioned that.

I don't think I'l be able to stop bullying, self-harm or people commuting suicide, because they're so done with this world (which I think is wrong, there's always a solution or someone who'll be your knight in shining armor). But maybe, just maybe, I can make my readers start paying more attention to the people around them. I don't want you to be heroes and start protecting people, that are bullied or hurt by other people in any way, but thinking is a start. Thinking, that nothing is just like it is without a reason. I'm not sure, if I have already mentioned the quote, "Don't judge a book by its cover, don't judge a person without knowing their story", but if I have, then I'm fine with doing it again, because I'm always glad to see your opinion on the events in the story, but assuming them, I kind of think you haven't paid attention to the words in the author's note last time.

Gunther, Tinka, CeCe and Deuce have got their own story and a reason, why they behave like they do and not any other way, so please, don't judge them, just wait, until you learn their stories and then you will be able to make an opinion that will be based on your knowledge about their backgrounds. Take them as real persons, that breathe, eat and have feelings - that way you will learn my moral with our heroes and will be able to use it about people in your life, too.

Please, don't misunderstand me with my bad use of English and being in a desperate try to express my thoughts correctly, without offending anyone. I love all of your awesome and supportive reviews, I just wanted you to learn the message behind Rocky's tale. But I bet you have figured it out already, because you guys are awesome people. (:

Sorry for this long author's note, but I find the connecting with my readers very important, I just had to say / type this and you just had to hear / read this. Maybe I have made you think, which would mean, that I completed my mission, let me know, maybe I should just shut up and present you the story every time, type one word and I will.

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YrCaJc : Gunther loves you, too (: Thanks a lot for your kind words. I would love to update quicker, but I need time to write the chapters and check a few times over. So I could only update quicker, if each chapter was like 800 words long, which is too short, isn't it? (:

golddragonriderkira : I hope, you paid attention to the author's note. And Rocky appreciates your worrying about her (:

BackBecky : I hope, you paid attention to the author's note. Glad, that you liked the chapter, I hope, you like this one, too! (:

fortheloveofchocolate : No, I didn't know you lived in South Africa, that's really cool! I also didn't know Justin Bieber is there right now, but, to be honest, I'm not really caring about him, lol (no offense). But I knew about Bella Thorne and her co-stars - my timeline on Twitter is full with tweets of Bellarinas about how proud and excited they are. :D Thanks for complimenting, it's awesome seeing you review for not the first and hopefully not the last time. You gave me a great idea with adding CeCe and Rocky interactions - I wasn't going to forget about her, but yeah, I'm definitely going to listen to you. (:

Love990 : Oh, just wait until you will find out all about Tinka and actually about everyone. And thanks a lot for complimenting, I didn't even expect such a reaction, but I'm really happy it had such an effect at you. (:

DarkNight18 : You don't have to apologize for being curious, curiosity is what helps us to improve. (: I think you got Deuce pretty right, I wanted the characters to be as realistic as possible and I knew and know people with the personality like him (at least the personality he has in here). About running away, I misspoke, sorry. I have actually meant, that it doesn't fit in this situation, but it sure is Adventure. Thanks for complimenting, I also felt, that the dance was something special (:

ausslyluvr : Thanks for complimenting, stay tuned (:

Guest : I hope your attitude towards anyone but Rocky and Gunther changes, because I don't mean to represent any character as evil (hint to the author's note). But other than that, enjoy reading (:

Chapter VIV

He was running to escape the truth, so he was running as fast as he could, wherever his feet carried him to. Gunther didn't care, if his class was starting right now, he ran as long as he thought it would be far enough.

After a while, he found himself in front of his apartment building. While walking up the stairs, he called Rocky and invited her to come as soon as possible. She agreed, telling she would be on her way in a few minutes.

"Gunther, what is that supposed to mean?"

Rocky entered his apartment and put her chucks off, knowing the way to 'the other room' by herself. He was laying down on the couch, the television in the background, playing a game on his cellphone.

"You call me up and tell me, I should come as soon as possible - shouldn't you be at school? What happened?"

Gunther closed the game he was playing and turned the TV quieter. "Sit down," he said calmly.

This careless tone in his voice was always making her angry. "Would you tell me or not?"

Gunther cleared his throat. "I ditched the classes after the first one," he said then and bit his lower lip, copying her habit.

"But why? I thought..." Rocky didn't end her sentence, because she didn't really know how to end it.

"I ran away," he went on, feeling the emotions creeping through his veins up to his throat. "I felt... uncomfortable."

A part of Rocky, that was quite small and only four years old, wanted to slap Gunther because of his mysterious way of explaining. "Uncomfortable?"

"I met Tinka, Deuce and CeCe," he answered. "And they let me know, that nothing is going to be the way it was before."

"Tell me about it," Rocky said sadly. "But what exactly happened?"

"It was strange, now that I think about it. In the first class, everyone was staring at me - I believe they still know me, I got back in the same class, after all. I feel like there is something that I missed, the most important puzzle piece, without which you aren't able to understand what the picture shows."

Rocky nodded, signaling 'Go on'.

"But that was not the worst. In the break, a girl was standing at Tinka's locker who I had mistaken to be her and she told me to search for Tinka in the janitor's closet. She said, I better shouldn't go there, but I didn't listen. Well, to come to the point: I caught Tinka and Deuce making out... and with making out I mean really overheated making out."

"Hold on... Deuce and Tinka were making out? That cannot be happening. Tinka hates Deuce," Rocky shook her head in disbelief.

"I have seen it with my own eyes," Gunther said back. "But that is not the climax yet. Tinka had pretended, like she didn't know me. I could tell, Deuce and CeCe recognized me, but she made them shut up and said I was a foreign boy that was seen the first and the last time by them."

"Wait, CeCe was there, too?" a disgusted look made its way to Rocky's face.

"No, she came later," Gunther replied. "The three of them, plus Frankie, were going to ditch school."

"Frankie? The Complication?" Rocky couldn't believe her ears.

"I guess so. I also guess, that he's CeCe's boyfriend."

"CeCe's boyfriend? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm completely serious. Anyways, CeCe said, that everyone was talking about how I was shot down in the Old Country and she also..." there Gunther decided to leave a part out, "... also kind of flirted with me."

"She flirted with you?" Now her disbelief was turning into anger.

"Yeah, and then I ran away."

"Why?"

Rocky's question was left unanswered, because the answer Gunther had prepared, didn't seem honest to him anymore. He thought, he wanted to escape the fact, that nothing was going to be the same anymore, but now he knew, it was something different. Rocky seemed to be able to read his mind, as he assumed after hearing what she said then.

"You don't have to reply, it isn't anything of my business, anyway... but what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Gunther asked to repeat, earning a nod from the girl who had sat down next to him, meanwhile. "I... I don't know."

"But you are going to school, aren't you?"

"Would you want me to?"

Silence was in the air. Rocky thought again and again, before answering.

"I would be egoistic, if I said no."

"Why?" Gunther questioned; Rocky took her time to say something. "You don't have to reply, it isn't anything of my business, anyway," he interrupted her thoughts, grinning. She grinned a little bit, too, before giving a serious answer.

"It's awful, sitting in my room and trying to find something to do. I used to feel safe there, the safest of all the places... but this had changed," a swallow could be heard, "if it's better or not."

Gunther raised his eyebrows.

"Wherever you are, this is where I feel safe," she ended and, after realizing the second meaning of her sentence, she started blushing, cussing herself for being so stupid.

He looked at her with his clear ocean blue eyes; she felt x-rayed.

But then he smiled.

Words were unnecessary.

"See you, guys!" she said and left the school building the first.

Breathing in almost summery air, Tinka Hessenheffer was walking to the train station, her high heels clicking after every step.

She left the train after one station and walked the short way to her new home. She was living here for two and a half years, but it still didn't feel like home.

"I'm here!" Tinka yelled, entering the house.

"Cut the shouting, I sleep," a male voice yelled back and a door was closing. Tinka stepped into the living room and let herself fall at the couch, turning the TV mute.

She was tired and upset, but mostly upset. Because Gunther, who she hated with a passion, was back and now she couldn't just give him the blame for... for everything.

She felt her eyes getting wet and hated herself for this weakness.

"Mama," Tinka whispered, before the tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Mama," again and again, as if it would make her stop crying. "Mama," for the last time, before she felt her eyes getting heavy and closed them, falling into a uneasy sleep.

Gunther was laying in his bed, the light turned off and the darkness having the upper hand in his 'other room'.

He couldn't help but keep thinking about the accident at school. Not only everything had changed, he had changed, as well, but he didn't seem to fit in. Maybe he was just being dramatic - it was not like he was bullied or something, but the fact, that Tinka didn't want to know him anymore, meant a lot, even in his new life. Sure, he could give finding new friends a try, but he had a feeling, that Tinka wouldn't leave him alone like this.

His own sister.

However, Gunther needed to know, why she had reacted this way. Oh, and not to forget to pay a visit to their parents; maybe they knew the answer.

Maybe there still was hope to get back to everything the way it was; he just shouldn't give up.

And Rocky shouldn't give up, as well, his last thought was, before falling asleep.

Gunther woke up very early, as he learned by the sight behind his window. He was looking for the reason of his awakening, but didn't find anything. Maybe it's something I can't see, he thought and pushed the blanket away, making his way to the bedroom.

He cried out, as the cold water touched his naked body with its icy hand, but didn't turn it warmer. Maybe this would help him make up his mind about... nevermind, it's stupid, endlessly stupid to even waste a thought on that, while he had to find his parents and find a way to help Rocky.

Rocky.

Rocky.

Rocky.

"Shut up!" Gunther yelled angrily. This is the wrong way, the very very wrong way. Just stop thinking and get out of here, he thought, while finishing his shower session.

He knew, he's not supposed to feel this way, to even think this way.

But it just happened and he couldn't undo anything.

Why do humans have to be like that?

Looking for a comforting hand on your shoulder, a nice word that warms you better than a fire, a friend you can count on?

An other human to fall in love with?

Suddenly, the reason for his runaway at school was clear to Gunther.

He had became angry, because everyone, at least as it seemed to him, had made fun of Rocky.

Rocky.

Rocky.

Rocky.

She was that other human he fell in love with.

And he would protect her until the end.