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American Angel, you have commented on the fact that I haven't described Estelle. The reason for that is because I haven't described her yet. So, sorry if that sets your vision of her into a funk. I thought it'd be best to describe her appearance in the final chapter.

As stated in the first chapter, thoughts are in italic, and bold h's are for those throat pronunciations.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shake It Up!

And now, without much further ado, chapter 2 of 2.

A new feeling of nervousness crept up on her as they waited in line for tickets. Estelle kept her brown eyes on the darkening sky, hoping that she could find the boldness she had gained when she had first met him. Gone were the oranges and pinks from the sky – it was replaced by deeper purples and blues. The moon was beginning to show from behind the moving clouds. Its shine made her face glow. And suddenly, she wasn't as nervous as she was a moment ago. There was still a trace of it inside of her, but it wasn't as strong as it was before.

"So," his voice broke into her thoughts. Her head snapped up to him in slight alarm, "do you vant to ride now, or do you vant to get something quick to eat beforrre? My trrreat."

He was beaming down at her, and it just about made her melt inside. She then realized what he said. With wide eyes, she began to protest, "Are you sure you want to spend your money on someone as plain and strange as me? I wouldn't mind paying, since you bought our tickets."

If it were possible, her eyes widened even more. He was touching her. Well, not really skin contact, but it was close enough. He picked up one of the fiery red locks she inherited from her mother, and lifted an eyebrow in question.

"Trust me, Estelle. You arrre not plain," he smiled, before tucking her hair behind her ear. "Strrrange, yes, but definitely not plain. And I don't really mind. I vould be glad to do it."

"Wellll," she replied, dragging out the word, "I wouldn't mind getting some cotton candy."

And with a laugh, he grabbed her hand to drag her over to one of the closest vendors. Once in line, she figured she might as well make conversation.

"So…Günther," she started, "What kind of accent is that? Where're you from?"

"Ah, I am from this small countrrry called—"

The kid in the stroller in front of them began to cry obnoxiously, making him inaudible to anyone but Estelle.

"Oh, that's cool! You're European!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly at him, "That's cute."

A giggle erupted from her throat, as she saw him blush a bit at her comment.

"Oh, how I love doing that," she thought with a sigh.

"So vhat colorrr do you vant?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Pink."

Paying for her cotton candy, he gave it to her with a smile. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took it from him, "You didn't get one?"

He shook his head. A quirk of her lips, and she shrugged, taking a piece of the fluffy sugar and stuffing it in her mouth. The sugar melted instantly as it hit her tongue, dissolving into nothing but sweet liquid. With a mouthful of cotton candy, she asked, "So what are some of your hobbies?"

"Vell, I like to dance. I also like to make clothes for my seester and me, as you can see zat I am vearrring one of my best verks," he replied with a proud grin, gesturing to the sequenced 'G' on his black shirt.

She couldn't help but chuckle at his positive attitude. He was definitely a lot more feminine than she thought, but she decided that she liked it. It worked well with him.

They had arrived at the ferris wheel, only pausing to hand their tickets to the collector. They were directed to one of the seats, listening to the ride operator to make sure that they were absolutely secured into the box. And in a few moments, they were lifted into the air.

"So, is that all? You like to dance and make clothes?" she asked, eating the last of the sweet confection on the paper cone.

"No, I like to sing too. Not many people know this, but I can play the guitar. A few yearrrs ago, I vas in this band."*

"Really?" she exclaimed a little too fast, "You are too awesome!"

The lights surrounding them accentuated the blush that crept up his neck and settled itself at his ears. Her grin widened at the thought that she was able to affect him so. Yet, another strange thing between them. She was able to make him blush, just by feeding his ego.

"And vhat about you? Vhat are yourrr hobbies?"

"Well, I like to read, and I love food, and-and music and photography," she replied with an overenthusiastic grin, "It's actually a rare occurrence to see me without my Nikon D60 DSLR. It's a shame I didn't bring it today."

"I meant, my camera," she explained to his confused expression, "Oh, and I just love to bake! Like, cookies and pies and cakes and strudels. I can make those quite well. And-and-and I just love to eat sugar. It effects me more than it does to other people, if you haven't noticed," she continued, her hyper smile widening at his laugh, "But I stay away from chocolate, because I'm allergic to the cocoa bean. I break out into hives and sometimes it triggers my asthma," she finished, taking a deep breath after she said the last word.

The whole time this was happening, he sat listening to her, his expression amused.

"Okay, I tink I vill be gifing you no morrre sugar," he laughed.

It was her turn to blush.

They were at the top of the wheel, when a sudden colorful explosion appeared to her right. She jumped in her seat, "CHEEZ-ITS CHRIST!" she yelped, obviously startled.

"Why in the hell would they set off fireworks so close to the ferris wheel?"

He laughed, "It's not that close, Elle. Maybe ah-ten miles from here?"

"It still scared the jebeezus out of me," she said loudly, clutching at her jumping heart. It didn't help that her heart sped up at the nickname he gave her.

He only laughed some more at her reaction.

"Gee, you are a won-der-ful person," she said, "For laughing at the fright of my life. What if I died from a heart attack?"

This only made him laugh even harder.

With narrowed eyes, she sat up straight. Opening her eyes a little wider to create an overdramatic expression, she lifted her right hand to her forehead and exclaimed with an overdramatic tone, "Oh, my, I feel this horrible pain in my chest!"

Hitching her breath, she grabbed at the part of her torso above her heart, and rested her head on his shoulder with closed eyes. His whole body was shaking with laughter.

"Elle, you arre soo silly!"

She made no response, and lay still on his slowly stilling shoulder. "I can't help it, he just smells so damn good."

Her cheeks suddenly began to burn. His warm hands were cupping her face! At the exact second she had opened her eyes, he kissed her square on the lips. The warm sensation was gone the same moment it came. Her eyes closed in a slow blink, opening again to see him grinning at her, a pale blush in his cheeks. She was sure that her own cheeks held a more severe tint, all from a single peck. The corners of her mouth lifted in a small, timid smile.

"You, uh, sure you don't want a taste of the cotton candy?" she asked, her smile now showing her teeth.

He chuckled, his own happy smile present, as he leaned forward to capture her lips again.

Was it a bit too sudden? Yes, No, Maybe So?

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