Mirror

Rated: T

Pairing: Runther

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own one of the greatest dance shows ever.

Rocky's POV

Have you ever had the feeling where you just wanted to be alone for no apparent reason? Well, that's how I'm feeling. I lay on my side in my bed on a Sunday afternoon, catching up on a good novel. I had just gotten home a couple of hours ago from church. Ditching the dress I had worn, I had exchanged it for a simple white tank top and black comfy shorts. Makeup? Nope, I had wiped it off. Fancy hairstyle? Not at the moment. It was curly for the morning, but now it was in a messy ponytail.

As I read, I thought about something that always eases it's way into my mind whenever I'm alone. And you know what it is? You guessed it.

My insecurities.

In case you didn't know, I'm very self-conscious about my body. It shocks me that CeCe, my best friend in the entire world, practically my sister, even though she was thinner than my already thin bod, she got all the attention. She got the boys to like her without even trying-and the only boy she tries to impress on a daily basis was our other best friend, Deuce.

With a sigh, I got up, and made my way over to my body-length mirror, sticking to the wall just across from the side I had been facing as I had been laying down. I put my hands on my hips, twisting this way and that, my mouth twisting at the familiar disappointment. I mean, I guess I was okay looking...y'know, decent. And all I'm talking about now is my face.

But as my eyes drifted down my reflection, my frown went deeper as I turned to the side and looked at my breasts. Well, where they should be. I see a little bossom, but it barely came up high enough to outline two circles of perfect bust, like many girls at my school. I'm even jealous of my friend, Tinka, who's bigger than me. I wish I'll be like her someday, minus the sparkles and accent. Now that she was dating Ty, she was nicer to everyone. This pleased me-nice worked for her.

Down my eyes went, past my flat stomach-I was fortunate not to have 'tummy fat', but I guess maybe a little won't hurt. If I leaned back, you could see my ribs, just like CeCe's.-then to my hips and thighs. There was the slightest of curves there, but who could see that?

My legs. Ugh. So thin! Even if I eat a lot of candy, I won't gain a pound. Plus, my parents won't let me eat too many sweets. My family has a history of getting cavities, and it doesn't look like Mom and Dad are trying to keep the tradition alive.

And then, finally, I looked at my feet. My gigantic, monstrous feet. How attractive, Rocky. You can fit your brother's shoes. Such a turn on.

Now this is what I don't understand.

Cecelia Jones, who's even thinner than me, manages to have boys drool over her. She's practically a stick with orange hair! (No offense to you, CeCe, I love you.) And I'm the popsicle stick beside her with brown hair stuck on top. What makes her so much more appealing than me? Was it her confidence, which I lack enormously? Was it her height? Probably-no one likes the tall girl. Was it her flirtacious side? Because I surely don't have one. I can't flirt. At all. Don't even ask me to.

But...in a way...I don't really have to try anything to get attention. Because there was a boy I loved who loved me for me. All of me.

I didn't even hear Gunther come in my room.

I was there physically, just not there there. My eyes were faintly shiny, as if they held tears. They probably did. I couldn't tell. My fingers were playing with each other as I stared at my reflection without really looking-without really paying attention anymore.

It wasn't until Gunther's arms wrapped around my waist from behind that I snapped back to reality.

"You know what I see?" He asked me softly. I couldn't speak just yet, so I meakly shook my head every so slightly. His lips were brushing my ear as he spoke to me, nearly making me shiver. His eyes alternated from me to my reflection. "I see...beautiful, dark brown hair..." He pressed his lips against the side of my head, and I closed my eyes at his touch. When I opened them, he continued. "A nice set of big, chocolate brown eyes...rosey cheeks..." He caressed my hot cheek with the tip of his index finger.

I hadn't noticed I was blushing.

I felt his eyes glued on mine, so I turned my head to look at him, bringing our faces closer. My eyes went a little cockeyed at the closeness.

He smiled at me.

"Smooth, pink lips..." He murmured, closing the space between us. My eyes fluttered closed and he kissed me. It was long, yet brief, and sweet. His kisses always made my knees feel like jello. Luckily he was still holding me. He brushed my ponytail to the other side of my shoulder, exposing my skin. "A long, flawless neck," he planted a butterfly kiss on my neck, making me giggle. He knew I was very tickleish there, and he chuckled too.

He was now looking at my reflection, and I looked too.

"Small, slender body..." He said, hugging me close. My hands interlaced with his. "Fingers..."

Gunther was lucky to be taller than me. He was the only person who made me feel really small. Not even my father could compare.

"Long, soft legs..." He continued, and I felt his hands stroke my thighs. I knew he would never go too far with me, because he wasn't like most guys who would take advantage of me. I was lucky I never experienced that, and I was lucky to have a guy like Gunther. His touch always soothed me; his hands were very soft and comforting.

"And my enormous feet?" I asked quietly. Hmm. My voice was back.

Gunther chuckled again. "I wouldn't say enormous, Rocky."

"But they are big and...-" My voice cut off as he kissed the side of my mouth.

You are such a tease, Gunther Hessenheffer!

"Big isn't always a bad thing," Gunther assured me. "Sometimes, big is beautiful. Like you."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

He turned me around in his arms, keeping me close. There was no space between us, our foreheads touching.

"I've always thought you were beautiful, ever since we were five," he said, kissing my forehead, and a smile broke across my face. "You should always smile, and be happy with the way you look. Someone could be falling in love with you for that."

"You mean someone like you?" I mused.

Gunther smiled too. "Exactly."

I ran my fingers through his hair, leaning up on my tiptoes to where we were the same height; then I pulled his mouth to mine, and we shared a kiss. This time it was longer, which I didn't mind at all. Makeout sessions with Gunther were unique. He didn't start off eager. He didn't try to shove his tongue down my throat every chance he could get. He didn't try to get my clothes off and force sex on me. Because he knew me. He loved me.

When I look in the mirror, all I see is a tall, skinny girl with no figure.

Everyone else sees me as a goody two-shoes.

But he sees me as something else. Something BEAUTIFUL.

And...that's what makes me feel beautiful too.

Aww :') I enjoyed writing this one. I'm glad I finally got it updated!

The next Runther one will be when they get trapped in a closet :) Inspiration of course, thanks to my Runther fam on Shake It Up Wiki. Love you guys! You keep me going!

The drabble up next is Tynka. Yay xD