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I haven't got much to say, except for the fact, that you can still vote for the pairing I should write about - R5 member / OC, Runther, Tynka, DeCe, Rogan or Auslly and that I am very thankful for each compliment to my story. (:

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BackBecky : I'm sorry for scaring you, I had thought, it was not too much detail. But I love you too c:

DarkNight18 : I hope, you were not too scared! But it had to be realistic, I got the idea of an overdose of some medicine too late, lol. / I, personally, think, that there probably won't be any couples at all, since the show is ending and Auslly is the shipping spotlight on Disney right now. For Runther I don't see any chance at all, sadly, because Gunther most likely isn't going to return (I'm 100% sure) and even if he did, then either GeCe would happen or nothing, since it's such a popular ship, I'd say the most popular Shake It Up ship. / I'm not really of a Cogan shipper, but since Love & War It Up, all my shipping choices that had something to do with Logan, were destroyed, mostly the fact that I used to support Rogan, but now I think Logan is a pig and he isn't worth Rocky's attention, mwahaha. But it's still hard for me to see a potential romance between CeCe and Logan, just like between Gunther and CeCe. But I like Cogan more than GeCe, lol. See, me and shipping, that's a complicated story! :D I do ship DeCe, though.

NightWolfMoon : Thank you! If you want to know, I was inspired by the book "Inventing Elliott" by Graham Gardner, the book had really touched me and some of its ideas were used in the last chapter, the one with the different Rockys even unwillingly, I just realized where it came from, lol. Thanks for the kind review, again! (:

auslly4eva : Maybe, maybe, just keep reading and you will find out. ;P

Chapter XIV

It was midnight and the moonlight shone right through the opened living room's window. It lit up two faces, one with short blond hair falling onto its forehead and another one with dark-brown curls framing the slightly darker skin and the opened chocolate brown eyes. Rocky couldn't get any sleep, she was laying on the couch for about a few hours, but Gunther's closeness - he was laying on a mattress right next to her on the floor - was making her nervous and she couldn't help but listen to his steady breathing and praying it wouldn't stop; for a certain reason she always was worried about him. She wished to fall asleep, even though that way she wouldn't be able to look at him so close and smile silently, feeling happier than she was before.

Slowly and carefully Rocky put away her warm blanket and touched the soft fabric of the carpet on the floor with her bare feet. She prayed Gunther would be too asleep to notice, that she wanted to go out in the middle of the night, but her prayers weren't heard or were simply ignored.

"Where are you going?" Gunther questioned, being half asleep and his voice, as well.

"I want to take a walk," she replied quietly, biting her lower lip, hoping he would let her.

"I'm not letting you sleep, am I," he stated, his eyes fluttering, but still closed.

"No, no, it's not you, it must be because of the moon," Rocky lied, smiling nervously.

"Oh, okay. But don't walk too long, it's pretty late," he said and opened his eyes to give her a look of this kind, when you want someone to promise you something.

"Aye, Sir," she answered, making him chuckle and herself smile a little bit. "Promise," she added, standing at the door and putting her old white chucks on, with a little hole on the side. He nodded in belief and watched her walk out of the apartment, before turning on his stomach and closing his eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.

As Rocky walked out of the apartment building, a feeling of a deja-vu found its place in her mind. It had been... threeever ago? Anyway, before she had met Gunther... again. She still remembered the old Gunther very well, his blonde hair gelled a bit and his clothes always glittering, by his side his sister, following him everywhere. Or maybe he was the one who followed her, she didn't know.

Deep in thoughts, she didn't see where she was going, so after a few seconds she bumped into someone. Before they both were pushed down to the floor, Rocky noticed the short, barely reaching the person's shoulders blond hair. She expected this person to be anyone but the one that looked up to her, after sitting up on the ground.

Cecelia Jones, also known as CeCe, looked right into Rocky's eyes with an uncontrollable anger and hate. She remembered their last meeting and immediately wished to had stayed at home.

"It's been a while, Raque-loser," CeCe said, standing up and adjusting her blond curls.

"What happened to your hair?" Rocky replied instinctively.

"Oh, I just dyed it. Blondes are in right now."

"Frankie probably was very happy," she supposed out loud.

"I see, you got braver, Raque-loser? Well, that is not going to help you, as Frankie and some of his friends are right there around the corner, they like fighting, even if their opponent doesn't even have a tiny piece of a chance," CeCe replied, chuckling dryly.

Something clicked inside of Rocky, which led her to asking the next question. "You don't love him, do you?"

"Whom?" she was caught off guard, so her voice kind of sounded friendly, as she asked to repeat.

"Frankie," Rocky specified.

"That is none of your business!" CeCe yelled at her once-best friend. "Why do you even care, you should care to avoid me, or else I will get angry."

In a kind of hypnotical voice, Rocky went on. "You are still in love with Deuce, aren't you? But Tinka grabbed him, like a dog grabs a toy, and you couldn't do anything, so you went out with Frankie, trying to move on."

CeCe was as angry as ever, her hands clenched to fists, ready to slap the girl in front of her. "Do you actually know, why she grabbed him like a toy? Do you know even one freaking thing about what we have been through because of you? We were known as your close friends, as close friends of a murderer, so we had to work harder than the rest to be respected. It's all your fault, your!" she yelled and took a deep breath. "Did you know, that Tinka and Ty were dating, before you freaking murdered my brother? Ty was bullied just as you after all of this crap and the rest of us, too. I was the first one to try to become one of these attention whores and I knew it was the only way for us to survive in high school, where no one gives a crap about the person next to them and your best friend can be your worst enemy the very next second," tears were rolling down CeCe's cheeks at this point. "I dragged Tinka after herself, knowing, even if it would be difficult in the beginning, she would be thankful afterwards. And because Ty was seen as guilty as you, I told her to break up with him. I knew she would hate me for taking away the love of her life, but there wasn't another way. The next day after her break-up I found her making out with Deuce in the janitor's closet. It broke my- broke my heart to see this, even if I knew she hadn't have any feelings for him and he probably didn't like her that way, as well, but Tinka was - and is - the only person I can truly trust in this tough world and Deuce is her only possibility to get over Ty, whom she truly loved, as well as Frankie is my only possibility to get over Deuce. It's a closed circle and this crap will go on as long as we can't find another way to live on."

CeCe was no longer sobbing, she was really crying and Rocky was just standing there and watching her being weak for once. Surprisingly, as much as she would had want to, she didn't feel anything move in her heart, it was like all of her emotions were sucked out of Rocky's heart.

"CeCe, I," she started, but got cut off.

"Save it. It's all your fault, all your fault. I hate him, all your fault," CeCe murmured and started walking away in the opposite direction of the corner she told Frankie and his friends were at.

Rocky didn't call her back, because she wouldn't know what to say or to do. It was so difficult, because at once the Rocky and CeCe memories became so old and dusted, as an event, that happened an age ago. As if it hadn't even happened to Rocky, but to someone different, so she wasn't able to feel all of these memories, but take them as tales.

Maybe she hadn't forgiven CeCe yet, or anymore, or not at all, but maybe it was CeCe who should forgive her? She didn't know, she was too overwhelmed with all of the things CeCe had told her; she wasn't completely sure, when she said that CeCe didn't feel towards Frankie the way a girl is supposed to feel towards her boyfriend. But do feelings and emotions actually exist, where egoism and the wish to be better than the others rule the world?

She only knew, that she still had, even if only one emotion, left.

"You're back, finally," Gunther said, letting a sigh out. "I was already worried someone had beaten you up or something."

"I'm fine," Rocky replied shortly and looked at the clock that was located on the wall right above the television. It said four p.m, so she wasn't sure, if she should still go sleeping.

"Had you met someone?" he questioned, sounding wide awake.

For a second she was thinking about her answer, before saying: "No, the streets were very empty and peaceful."

"Great," he said and watched her taking off her shoes and walking to the couch, before laying down and throwing the blanket over herself. "Are you going to sleep?"

"I don't know, I thought I would feel sleepy after the walk... turned out different," Rocky replied, sounding unsure.

"Try to sleep, though," he suggested and turned on the other side to be able to face her.

The blanket was covering every inch of her body, up to the chin and down to her feet. But her eyes shone in the darkness, catching his and not letting them go.

"Ty and Tinka were dating," she said after a while of locking eyes.

"She had never told me," Gunther answered, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"So did Ty."

"Do they still date?"

"No, Tinka broke up with him and Ty moved away."

"Why did she break up with him? And why did he move away?" Gunther questioned curiously.

"Goodnight, Gunther," her reply was.

"Goodnight," he said and sighed, as he knew too well, that he wouldn't get any information now.

His thoughts wandered to his talk with Adeline. He heard her voice in his head again, sounding excited, as if this whole 'The Richards' story wasn't real, it could be a pretty interesting book. Each of the members had a difficult past and now they found a way to let their childhood anger out, a selfish solution. They hadn't a leader, but there were two steps, similar to the teacher-and-pupil system, except for the most likely age difference. The teachers had been there much longer than the pupils and being a Richard was their life style, like an obsession even. The teachers weren't that kind of a person, that wouldn't care about the reason of any situation, bit use their fists to solve the problem, the most of them were intellectuals, interested in the political and cultural sides of the world. Exactly this was the reason they were a Richard, they knew the reasons, the pros and the contras. The so called pupils were there for the physical support, as not all of the teachers had the needed muscles. The most of them saw becoming a Richard as the only way to survive in school, so they took the chance, as long as it was offered. You couldn't know, what would happen with you the next day - but being a Richard gave you a security, even if it may handled the opposite of your principles. This was probably the last thing most of the pupils cared about, Gunther thought.

Who exactly could become a victim? And were CeCe and Tinka a part of the Richards-group? These questions couldn't be answered, because Gunther's eyelids were getting heavy, signaling him to let the spell of the sleep take over.