I don't own Shake it up.
Sorry about the delay in writing. I have been SUPER busy, and had writer's block = my worst enemy. I thought about ideas when I slept hahah. Hope you like this chapter. Someone suggested something bad happen, so here you go!
WARNING: I'm not good at writing about bad stuff happening
CeCe stood with Gunther on the sidewalk, staring at his chest. "Omg, who knew his abs were so hot" she squealed inside her head, watching him with lustful eyes. Wiping the sweat from her dripping forehead, CeCe sighed and dropped her arms down, curving her back to make a "tired" position. "Gosh, this heat is killing me!" she moaned and grumbled. Gunther gave her a look. "Hey, it's killing all of us, stop complaining CeCe" CeCe glared at him. "Ok ok sorry, we go now" he apologized. CeCe nodded. The two picked up their heavy bags and groaned from the weight. "How am I supposed to carry this?" CeCe complained. She swatted at an annoying bee that was buzzing around them. "Maybe it wants to drink our sweat?" she shuddered, slapping her chest and arms. The hot July sun was nothing but cruelty. It was burning a big bonfire on their bodies and wouldn't stop the torture, no matter how much anyone pleaded it. CeCe squinted as the sun hit her eyes, blinding her for a few seconds. She looked back at Gunther, who was breathing heavily under the burden of the heavy bags. Suddenly, she noticed that the bee (who she thought was gone) was laughing, making its way toward Gunther, CeCe began to panic. "Gunther, watch out" she yelled, dropping her bags as she saw the bee flying at a fast speed toward Gunther. Gunther yelled, slapping his body and waving his arms around to keep the bee away, but with no luck. The bee settled on Gunther and stung him, making his face turn white for a split second. CeCe ran over to Gunther. "What's wrong Gunther?" she asked in a trembling voice. Gunther's face was streaming with tears. "I… I allergic to bee stings CeCe, we go somewhere where they can give me something to treat this." He sobbed, then hesistated for a moment. "I.. I.. g-gg-et ann… puffy and red and I'm scared, I don't want something to happen!" he yelled out in a rush, his sobs increasing by the milliseconds. CeCe's felt like a thousand knives were stabbed into her chest. Yeah, this was HER fault. "I'm so sorry Gunther I'm so sorry" CeCe grasped his arm. Tears started to crawl down her cheeks. Gunther attempted to give CeCe a half-smile, but it came out as a frown-smile. "It's okay CeCe, I'm sure I will be fine" Gunther tried to reassure her, but his face turned pale after a few seconds. CeCe's face paled as well as she watched Gunther suffer. "Let me call 911" she cried, and got her cell phone out of her pocket. "I have an emergency here. M..m..m..my uh-boy-I mean f-friend here w-w-was stung buh- byy a uh a beee-eee" she sobbed into the cell phone. During the 4 minute conversation with the emergency person she kept glancing at Gunther to make sure he was okay. "Okay bye" she hung up, hating how her cell phone snapped shut. The sun wasn't backing down as it poured out its sweltering anger on all of them. "All we gotta do it wait for them" CeCe said as she wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck for the 98th time.
CeCe turned around to reassure Gunther. "Gunther, we will be alright, the ambulance is coming" she smiled. Gunther brightened up a bit. "I should sit down on the sidewalk, so should you" he suggested. "You're right." CeCe and Gunther sat down on the hot sidewalk. It was hot enough to fry bacon and eggs. "Agghh, let's sit on our clothes so we don't become bacon!" CeCe yelled. Gunther smiled as CeCe arranged his sweaters on the sidewalk for them to sit. "Come here you big boy" she smiled. Whenever someone got hurt or was moving away, the nice and caring CeCe kicked in. "Ugh, this better wear off soon!" CeCe thought. Gunther blushed as she helped him sit down. CeCe flopped down by him. There was a moment of awkwardness. "You can almost feel the awkward. Say something, it's awkward because YOU'RE making it awkward" CeCe hissed inside her head. "This is my fault, I'm so so so sorry Gunther" CeCe started, feeling fresh tears streaming down her puffy cheeks. "It's alrighty, don't worry about it" Gunther winked, causing CeCe cheeks to fill with color. His face paled once again and CeCe pressed herself against him. "Live Gunther live" she whispered, not caring what anyone thought of her. She didn't want Gunther to die! He probably wouldn't but still!
"OOO..OOO…OOO" a loud sound rang out, stirring the quiet of the neighborhood.
"Guess that's my queue" Gunther smiled, and stood up, groaning in the process. CeCe waved both of her arms at the approaching ambulance. Soon, the staff rolled out a cot (idk what's it called, lol) and Gunther was laid upon it. CeCe tearfully watched as Gunther was rolled into the vehicle. Just as she was about to wave, she was stopped short by a staff member. "Young lady, you are coming with me" a rough voice said behind her. "What do you want?" CeCe asked in an annoyed voice as she swiveled around.
"Uh young lady, you seem to be not at home. We need you to go with us to the hospital to supply us with information what happened in this accident. There we will contact your parents or guardians". Noticing CeCe's shocked and resisted face he added. "This is necessary. Unless you want to be arrested!" he guffawed, opening the back doors for CeCe. CeCe rolled her eyes at him as she climbed in.
Gunther was laying down, a needle stuck in his arm. CeCe's eyes filled with water once again and she blinked, turning away.
"Sit here young lady" a middle-aged woman said to her, gesturing to a bench at the front of the ambulance. "The names CeCe" "CeCe, will you please sit here?" the woman asked with a firmer voice. "Fine." Out of the corner of her eye, CeCe watched the woman sit down with a clipboard in her lap. She looked over at Gunther. The staff were checking him all over. CeCe nervously rubbed her hands together. "Tell me your full name, address, parent's or guardian's full names, and phone numbers" the woman told her. Grownups can be so annoying. "Cecelia Jones, I don't know my address, Georgina Jones is my mom's name." she let out in a bored, flat tone. "Uhuhuh" the woman said as she wrote everything down. "Interesting. And your father?" she asked, setting her pen down. CeCe squirmed in her seat. "Well, um, um you see…" she attempted to answer. "My mom and dad are divorced" she let out in a whisper. Inside she was crying. She didn't know WHY their dad left them, it happened when she was 7. Mom only said that Dad wanted to start a new life with someone else. CeCe remembered eavesdropping on their long fights during the day and night. She remembered crying herself to sleep, and wondering WHY, WHY, WHY did this have to happen to her?
CeCe realized that a few drops of water were coming out of her eyes. She rubbed them with the back of her hands. She wouldn't let anyone see her crying about her dad. She was tough CeCe.
"We're here!" a younger staff member called out from the back of the van. CeCe looked through the window and let out a sigh, her shoulders more relaxed now.