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DarkNight18 : Well, then I could do that! But first I should make them actually confess their feelings, shouldn't I? (: / I correct, I actually meant Runther, not Gunther, here, I guess, you would agree with me. / In this chapter there will be Ty, and no worries, he will appear again. (:

BackBecky : Aww, I love you too c: And it's great, that you liked the chapter! (:

Chapter XII

"Yes, yes, that's me, and who are you?"

Gunther's heart skipped a beat, because he just realized, that he didn't know how to introduce himself. He tried to remember, what kind of girl Adeline had been and fortunately something actually came into his mind, a picture.

A quite short girl with dark brown hair, that is braided into a tail, which reaches her shoulder. Her grey eyes are paying attention to the world around her, as if memorizing every tiny detail; or maybe she is just gazing into nowhere. Her eyebrows in the same colour, as the hair, are knit together a little bit, as if she would be deep in thoughts. Her thin nose has a few freckles on it and her light pink lips are slightly open; yes, she definitely is thinking about something. A little bit of decent make-up can be seen on her face, to cover up its bumps and bring out the colourless eyes and mouth. She isn't dressed extravagantly or conspicuous in any way: a light yellow cardigan over a dark blue shirt with little transparent stars, a dark blue jeans, ripped on the left knee and white converse.

Gunther was trying to figure out Adeline's character by only using the 'picture' and he decided she was most likely shy and didn't like to get too much attention, but wasn't too creepy. That was good, he thought and an idea popped onto his mind.

"This is Mister XY, your secret admirer," he answered and tried to speak as masculin as he could.

A short silence followed, in which Gunther quickly figured out the way he would act on.

"So, my love, would you tell me something about you? Something, that I don't already know," he said, hinting the fact, that he could had stalked her.

"Umm, I'm not really an interesting person," Adeline replied surprisingly emotionless.

"Just tell me a random fact... what about your school?"

"My school is quite fine, even if I don't have many friends. You have to be cool and in to have many friends," she explained, leading him to the topic he wanted to talk about by herself.

"And who is cool In in your school, if not you?" Gunther questioned with a tone in his voice, that let the girl on the other end of the call think, that he wasn't very curious.

"Well, there are those three girls that rule the school along with their boyfriends. They are kind of the most popular people there." Gunther figured out immediately who she was talking about.

"Aha... what do you know about them?"

"Why are you caring about this stuff so much, they don't have absolutely anything to do with me. Besides, rumour has it, that the one girl has gone crazy, but no one dares to talk about it, so let's talk about something different."

Crap, Gunther thought, that was way too obvious. But the information he had gotten already, was important, too. He just had to figure out, who of the three were crazy. He'd have time, because Adeline started talking about the sleepover she had had with her best girl friends on Saturday.

That could take a while.

The chirping of birds outside the window was the first sound Rocky heard on this day. She listened closer and heard a melody in the birds' way to communicate. Since Gunther was in her life, she started paying more attention to things like these, started being grateful for being able to see, hear, smell or touch every single of them. Then she remembered, that Gunther told her to come a few hours later and her face expression became sad. What is it, that he wanted her to come later? He will probably tell, when he's ready to, Rocky thought and with that she opened her eyes.

After getting ready and returning to her room to dress up, Rocky heard a knock on her door. She started shaking: what, if this was her dad and was drunk again? She took a look at her right arm and saw two bruises, the one getting orange already. She quickly put on a long sleep-t-shirt to cover her naked body and opened the door slowly. Ty was standing there, dressed up in a black jacket, red t-shirt with a black tie and dark red pants, that were covering his red converse a little bit.

The siblings just stared at each other for a while, before Ty announced, "I'm going away".

"Where?" Rocky asked.

"That's none of your business," he replied harshly and ran his fingers through his gelled hair, before correcting himself. "I mean, I am moving away, wherever I'll find a job."

"Why?" she questioned, more emotionless than she actually was.

"I-I... look, you are not the right person to talk about it. Just know, that I am moving away from here, because I need money."

He's still too proud, Rocky thought. She figured out from his mimics and the way he talked, that he never was a hip-hop superstar. He had released two albums and six singles, but they were barely bought. He went on tour, but never more than twenty people came, if he had luck, thirty. He lost the game called show business, and he hadn't enough money (and maybe motivation) to click try again. Rocky felt sorry for his shattered dreams, but she didn't know if she should express it, so she just nodded.

"And one more thing... no matter, if I had treated you bad sometimes, I had always loved you. And I still do. I believe, that you didn't murder Flynn and that someday the justice will take its turn, just have faith and don't give up," Ty added.

Rocky looked deep in his brother's eyes, trying to discover his emotions. She had become pretty good at this game, and now it wasn't an exception. She saw sadness, regret, hope and... love?

"I'll try," she replied and bit her lip. She wasn't quite sure, if Ty had meant all that he said, so she just stood there and waited.

"Take care of yourself, baby sis," he said, giving her a little smile and closed the door after himself.

Maybe she should had hugged him or said something nice, maybe she would never see him again, maybe he was just acting when he called her names and said she was unworthy.

But now it was too late.

A sigh escaped her lips, when memories of the times, that were over, came into her mind. She would had always complain about her sibling, how all he had in mind was girls and showing off. But they still managed to get along somewhat and even had their loving moments, which were forgotten too soon.

Maybe, just maybe, they could go back to this someday.

"I really wonder, what happened to Tinka," Rocky said thoughtfully and took a sip of water in the glass that Gunther had given her.

"Why would you want to know that?" Gunther questioned with risen eyebrows and bit his lip slightly.

"I don't know, just after all the things that you have told me about her now," she replied and refused to look into his eyes, thinking, that he might hates her now.

"Yeah," Gunther said, deep in thoughts.

If he could trust this Adeline girl, she said, that one of the three girls may is crazy. Who would that be? And why did he even care? All that he had to care about, was, how to find out who really murdered Flynn. And there Adeline didn't help him a bit. Maybe he still cared about Tinka, still loved her, as not only she was his sister, but the person he could go to and talk about anything with.

No. That was past, that wasn't going to happen anymore.

Suddenly, Gunther realized the sense of Rocky's words that she had told him, when he was trying to jump out of the window. Being grateful and thankful for what you have in your life, this is very important and if you're not, be sure that you will lose what you had. This is a lesson, a lesson, that you have to learn, or you will lose everything on and on. He remembered, how he was always complaining about not having any real friends besides Tinka, whose friendship was self-ovident to him. Now, everything was different. Even if he wasn't really accountable for the changes in his sister's life and character, he still was guilty. Guilty for leaving her and his parents, who were most likely dead now and the last time he had communicated with them, he was being mean, telling, that moving back to the Old Country hadn't made him happier, than when he was living in Chicago.

Weakness, a treacherous feeling. It comforts you, if you let it be, but destroys you at the same time. Gunther had the choice and he chose to keep it off, since Rocky was still there, sitting next to him and waiting for him to come back from his thoughts. He had to be strong, at least for her and had to start being thankful, even if it was a little bit too late. But, then again, it was never too late to improve, to invent yourself new, to see your environment in a different light.

"I had been through this all," Rocky's soft voice ripped him out of his thoughts.

Had he said his thoughts out loud? Or had she read him, like an open book, his face being the pages?

Rocky was a creature, that remained a secret to him. She had been so cheerful, kind, big-hearted and her positivity shone brightly like a little sun, that to him she was the last person that would deserve something like what happened to her. But, being a human, she was fragile, cracky and breakable at the same time. Sometimes it seemed, like she was able to read his thoughts, to identify his emotions better than he did. He didn't have to act in front of her, to try being who he wasn't.

Gunther looked in her chocolate brown eyes and realized something, that he had actually known all along, but didn't ever mention in his thoughts. Rocky Blue was special to him and he would do anything to make her feel happy and confident again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rocky questioned all of a sudden, with a grin on her lips.

"Like what?" Gunther questioned back, grinning just like her.

"Like... I don't know," she replied and smiled.

The first step to make someone feel better, is to make him smile.

Done.