Spin the Bottle

A Shake It Up Fanfiction.

Disclaimer: Do I watch it? Yes. Do I own it? No. All rights go to .. well .. Whoever created Shake It Up!

Summary: Cece, Rocky, Deuce, Ty, Tinka and Gunther are at a school lock in. Where they are locked into the school overnight to finish their end of term Science Projects. Over night, A bad blizzard hits, and they are forced to stay in school a few days until everything clears up. During this time, feelings are discovered, feelings that were DEFINITELY not there before … Were they?

A TOTAL Gece fic. Well … Maybe some Reuce to .. We'll see.

"The last thought I remembered were the voices in my head, screaming at me to stop, but it was too late. The tension had built up for too long, I leant in – closing the gap between us – and kissed him. It probably diddnt go the way a first kiss should. It wasnt soft, and sweet and gentle. No, it was intese and rough, as I let the emotion I had been holding back for so long pour out."

-*Cece's POV*-

Urgh. I groaned as Gunther beat me in the THIRD arm-wrestling contest in a row. Okay, wrestling Gunther was not the most appealing pasttime, but it was either that or help Rocky with our project. Yeah, I think you know which one sounded better. We were at the annual 'lock-in' where –once a year- we were locked into the school, and forced to complete our end of term projects. This year, the project me and Rocks were working on was science.

"Ooo, it looks like I'm winning!" Sqealed Gunther. I glared at him. Childish or what? Just because he had won 10 out of 11 times. (He sneezed once and lost control) doesn't mean he was to brag.

"Cece! Are you going to continue trying to see if you're stronger than Gunther –because if you haven't noticed you're NOT- Or are you going to come and help me finish this project?" I groaned and got up. "Coomiing" This year was a particulary boring year for science, we were trying to demonstrate the seperation of different mixtures without using distillation, evapouration, or chromatography. Yeah, big words right? Rocky made me learn them for when we're going to present the project.

"Wait, Cece, where are you going?" This was gunther again.

"I'm gong to help Rocky with the thingy-jig." I replied.

He looked somewhat – dissapointed. I rubbed it in aa little. "Aww, does Gunther wanna prove he's stronger than girl some more?"

I felt a little guilty after that comment, he looked kind of offended. Before I could apologize and tell him I didn't mean any harm Tinka appeared.

"What is wrong with you?" She retorted? "Do you know how it feels to be made fun of by—"

"Tinka!" Gunther cut her off. "Leave her, she does not mean harm, let us go." He said this very darkly.

I watched in utter and absolute astonishment as they left. Gunther was offended by my insult? But we – we always insult each other. We're frenemies! That's why we work so well.

I stalked over to Rocky where I helped her set up the Project, ready for when we would present it tommorow morning. "Hey .. Rocks?" I began. She said nothing, but I felt she was listening. "Am I .. Do you think.. Would you say I was, kinda, you know .. mean?"
She looked at me. "Oh, yes Cece. I mean, I'm sorry I haven't told you before, but you're kinda … Cruel in the way you treat people. I mean, just look what you did to Gunther.

I stared at her – speechless. She cracked up laughing. "Ha! You should see the look on you face! Cece, of course you're not mean, Why would you think that?" My expression was a mix of anger and relief. "Well … I kind of, you know, insulted Gunther – but it wasn't that much of an isult. More like a … remark." "Go on" "

"And he looked really hurt. Almost .. sad."

"Oh .. Um .. That's weird right? Anyways, where do you think the filtration paper should go? I want the filtrate to be absolutely pure…"

"Seriously Rocky?" She completely changed the subject in a matter of seconds. Something was up.

"What?"

"Alright, what do you know that I don't?"

"What? Oh, erm … Nothin'." It was obviously something.

I stared her down. I knew she would crack. "Okay! Okay! Heres the thing."

I watched her as she walked in front of me and twiddled her thumbs. Wow. She was really nervous about this. "Gunther …"

"Yes?"

"Well ... Remember after we made that web show. And, we thought our advice was going to make Gunther move to the 'old country'?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"And you went to the dance, and after that you … broke up?"

"Yeah…"

"Well. The day after that – when he and Tinka were over at Crusty's after the Shake It Up Chicago rehearsals, I heard him say something's…"

"Really? Like what?"

"I – I didn't hear much. But they were talking about you, Cece. He said that he really thought that this might be it. That he had finally gotten… Gotten the girl of his dreams. And, how he had been so happy when you asked him out. But, but you weren't happy, dating him , I mean. . So – so … he broke up with you."

"W-wait a sec." I said as I tried to put the pieces together in my head. "Gunther likes me. I mean, like likes me, as in more than a friend? But, how. When did this start?"

"Hold on a sec there Cece, I've already said too much. Anyways, after I had been listening for a while, to Gunther and Tinka I mean, They saw me, and they also kinda forced me to tell them how much I knew—"

"Forced you?"

"Cece. They threatened to sneak into my house at night and be-twinkle all my clothes."

"Oh.'

"Yeah. Anyway, I told them all that I'd heard. And they made me swear not to tell you. I would have told you earlier, but the way Gunther asked me, it made me feel like this was a real secret. I really wanted to keep it that way."

"Oh. Well. Wow. Thanks for telling me Rocks. So .. What do I do now? I mean, do I confront him about it?"

"NO! I mean, or course not, he made me promise Cece, he made me swear, not to tell ANYONE."

"Okay, then. Um, would you excuse me … I… have to go to the …. Bathroom"

"She looked at me, trying to see through me. Trying to see if I was telling the truth."

I didn't give her a chance to find out.

"Welp, Bye!" I dashed off, running through the hallways as I got strange looks from the people I was pushing out of the way. I knew what they must've been thinking. 'Cece Jones, running?'

I really didn't care anymore. I didn't have to search for long. I found the person I was looking for soon enough. He was sitting in the boys locker room, on a bench. He was resting his head in his hands, muttering something unintelligible. No. This was all wrong. Where was the real Gunther. The fun loving, cheeky Gunther that we all knew and loved. Because whoever this was – It was NOT him.

"Gunther?" I whispered. I doubted he would hear, but he did. He looked up – startled. He seemed to contemplate replying before he did so. "Yes, Cece?"

"Y-you okay? I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I diddn't mean to hurt you."

"Cece. What are you talking about?"

I gasped in astonishment. Not at what he said – but the way he said it. "Your accent! Its, its different. What happened?"

He sighed. Well .. We've been in Chicago, me and Tinka, for a long time. Our accents changed, since no-one around us speaks like we used to anymore."

"But earlier, your accent wasn't like this."

He laughed, a deep, dark laugh. "Yeah, me and Tinka just go on with that accent cause we know it annoys the hell out of you guys."

I couldn't believe it. This new accent was so deep, rough, and sexy. Wait, did I say … sexy? Did I just relate to Gunther Hessenheffer as … 'sexy'? Oh no.

"So, why did you come here again?"

"Oh, right, well, Rocky told me somethings back there." I wasn't really concentrating on what I was saying. I was just trying to get him to talk again so I could listen to his accent some more.

He stood up. "What'd she tell you?"

I took a step back, a little scared, as I came to my senses and realized what I had just said.

"Oh, she was just telling me … About,erm, the fact that snails have the same .. sleep patterns as humans.."

He didn't look convinced. "That's what you came here to tell me? He advanced on me slowly.

"Ye – Yeah, I mean, its not like Rocky told me anything she wasn't meant to or anything like that. Pshh, that'd be weird, right?"

"Cece …"

"And its not like theres anything you're hiding from me, so that's not possiblie or anything."

"Cece—"

"What?"

"Did she tell you? Tell me the truth."

I contemplated what to do in my head, if I told him yes, Rocky was good as dead, I knew Gunther wouldn't be violent with her, but he'd probably stop talking to her, and Rocky HATES it when people don't like her, so that would pretty much kill her inside. But if I diddn't … Well … That was complicated. I didn't like Gunther, but now that I knew there was a slight possibility of him liking me … I looked at him differently. His dirty blond hair, the shape of his face, his smile, his lips – those lips….

"Cece!"

"Huh? Wha – what?"

"I asked you a question, like five minutes ago."

"Oh … yeah, right. What do you mean by did she tell me?"

"I mean, did she tell you that I –"

He stopped just as he realised what he was about to say.

"That you … what?"

He took a deep breath, encouaraging himself, it seemed. And closed the gap between us by taking a few steps towards me. He looked down at me and smiled that infamous smile of his. He took my chin and raised my head so I was looking at him.

"That I really, really, like you." He said, finishing my sentence.

I gasped. This was so strange to me, a boy had just said he liked me. This had never happened before. I'd never even had a boyfriend before. Now, here was Gunther, the boy I had known since I was 10, the boy who had teased me no end. The boy who had made fun of me, put me down, made me feel bad. The first boy to ever actually like me.

Oh no. No, no, no. I thought as the tears prickled the backs of my eyes. I couldn't cry, not here, not now, not in front of him. I couldn't talk at this point, because it would be obvious I was about to cry, I blinked furiously, trying to keep the tears at bay, to no avail. A stray tear streamed down my cheek. To my astonishment, Gunther wiped it away.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, great." I sniffed as more tears came rolling down my face.

I smiled. "All this crying is going to wreak havoc on my mascara."

He smiled back. "Seeing as you haven't run away screaming yet, I take it Rocky did tell you then?"

"Yeah … But take it easy on Rocks, its hard to keep a secret from your bestfriend"
"No worries." He assured me.

He let a few silent moments pass by. "Do you … do you, feel the same way?"

I gulped. I had expected this question. "Honestly, I don't know. I think I might have felt this way at one point, but you were so.. horrible to me, that I thought – no chance."

"You felt the same way? When?"

"Gunther. Sometimes I think you are blind. There are so many times I've at least hinted to you."

"Like when?"

"Ok. Heres a few; Do you think I would date someone I supposedly 'hated' because they were about to move?"

"But when we were dating you acted like you didn't like me."

"I couldn't be too obvious, Gunther. What if you didn't feel the same way? I even went to the dance with you for Starrs sake!"

"Okay, that's true. But I left a LOT more hints than that."

"Like?"

"Aw, c'mon Cece, the amount of times I've called you 'Baby'"

I thought. That's Actually true. I just never took it in.

"You've got a point there."

"So … How about after this lock-in is over, we head out to see a movie?"

"Like –Like a d-date?" Ugh! I was stamering! So pathetic.

"Sure, if that's what you wanna call it."

"Great."

He raised his rand to my cheek and started to stroke it. "You know, Cece, you really are beautiful. Inside and out." I smiled. "So are you, Gunther."

He raised my head so I was looking straight at him again. He practically melted me with his eyes. He was so beautiful. How had I not noticed this before? Well, I had but he had just been so much of a jerk that I gave up on the chance of there ver being a 'Cece and Gunther'

We looked at each other for awhile. Until a thought crossed my mind. Maybe he had the same thought? Maybe he was just waiting to see if he had permission first. Like a gentleman.

"Kiss me." I whispered. He leaned in, just then I heard the doorknob turning.

I pushed him away, and backed against the wall, he did the same, only he sat on the bench again. The door opened, It was Rocky and Tinka.

"Err, whats going on?" Inquiresd Rocky.

"What? Nothing, nothings going on. Why would anything be going on? I'm just standing here with Gunther, am I not allowed to stand in a room with a friend anym—"

"What shes trying to say is…" Gunther cut in, obviously saving me from babbling away like an idiot.

"I was just here trying to find my gym-bag, when Cece walked in to look for her … Hair curlers…"

"But this is the boys locker room."

Trust Rocky to be logical about everything.

"Yes … It is, but you see, last time we had gym …. I came this locker room because … Its … Warmer?"

"Alright.." Began Tinka.

"Well, come one Gunther lets go." Rocky left too.

What really made me laugh was the fact that Gunther had that ridiculous accent back on. I would love to hear Tinka's real accent..

As Gunther walked out the door, he winked at me, I flashed him a mischeivious smile then turned around. So that was how we were going to play this. We weren't going to tell anyone. It would be our little secret.

Okay! So, theres Chapter 1. It's a bit long, but the future chapters will probabaly be a bit shorter …

If yo want to know hat Gunthers real voice sounds like in the story, just go to Youtube, and type in 'Kenton Duty Interview' You'll hear it then.

Guys, you need to review because I adore feedback, thanks!

I changed Gunthers accent because after you're in a country for a certain while, your accent sort of adapts to the enviroment around you...right?

Ciao.

-Dollz.