A/N: I'm writing for Shake It Up! Why am I writing for Shake It Up!?My friend didn't believe me when I told her, so why would I tell you? I did pretty well for a day's worth of writing, I think.

I can't afford the lawsuit. SO, I don't own any of the characters. They belong to their respective owners. Arigato.

Cece and Rocky were freaking out; in the last Shake It Up Chicago meeting, Gary had chosen to…shake it up a notch.

"I've decided," Gary announced with his usual pomp and narcissism, "that we've been doing too much hip hop and street dancing."

"WHAT?" Outrages cries pelted him from every direction.

"Yeah," Gary agreed obliviously. "So, I've decided that we should change our styles. Do a little old-school. Just for the week, neh?"

More noises of outrage. Cece turned to Rocky with a funny gleam in her eye. "Guess what!" she smirked at her best friend.

"What?" Rocky guessed a little warily.

"I think ol' Gar is in L-O-V-E!" Cece held up a little heart made from her fingers.

"No way!" Rocky gasped.

"Yes way!" Cece continued. "Why else would he have us change dance styles so suddenly? I mean, forget that we have no idea how to—"

"TANGO?" the rest of the dancers yelled out in synced shock. Rocky and Cece looked at each other in alarm.

"Tango?" they repeated fearfully.

Rocky moaned. "What're we going to do?" She buried her face in her hands and sat down on the bench in the middle of the hallway at their school. Cece joined her and patted her back sympathetically.

"It's okay," she soothed pep-fully, "I'll come up with something." I hope, she neglected to add.

Rocky snorted pessimistically. "Yeah, sure," she said darkly. "We don't even know anyone who can waltz, let alone tango." They watched glumly as Gunther and Tinka sambaed past.

"I don't know," Cece remarked, "Gunther and Tinka seem to be doing okay—we should ask them!" She started to get up in order to pursue her latest target, and Rocky pulled her back down.

"What makes you think they'll help us?" she asked Cece. "Remember, Gary told everyone at Shake It Up Chicago that tango was a couples' thing—as in a guy and girl thing," she clarified at Cece's defiant face. "Look, I know that we did that Dance-a-thon together, but that was different. This time, it really is a couples' thing."

"Oh…" They fell into another dejected silence. Cece perked up.

"What about—" Rocky cut her off.

"No. That won't work either."

"Then what about Ty? He spends so much time flirting with girls and stuff; he's bound to learn something."

Rocky's face brightened at the mention of her big brother. "Yeah! I bet if we bribe him with that picture, he'll totally teach us!" The two girls high-fived just as the school bell rand, and they departed for class with smiles on their faces.

After school, they cornered Ty fooling around on the steps of their apartment building.

"Ty!" Rocky shouted.

"What?" Ty shouted back. Flynn and his overly-educated playmate, Henry, popped their heads out of Cece's apartment window.

"Keep it down! We're trying to tell a scary story!" Flynn yelled.

"Please," Henry added, still unused to his friend's abject rudeness. "Thank you." The two boys disappeared from the window. Ty jumped down from the steps that led up to the entrance so that he was level with Cece and Rocky.

"So what can I do for you two girls?" he asked suavely.

"Teach us how to tango," Rocky demanded.

"Or else…?" Ty wasn't taking them seriously.

"Or else that picture of you making out with a lamp gets all around the school," Rocky said with a straight face. Ty was paying attention now.

"Wha—huh—wai—How'd you get a picture of that?" he spluttered angrily.

"So you'll teach us?" Cece asked sweetly.

Ty grumbled. "Fine."

Ten minutes later, the three teenagers stood in Millennium Park. Ty put his portable boom box down in the grass.

"Ok, first things first…" Ty looked at the girls. "You need a partner." Cece grabbed Rocky. "No," Ty said slowly, "A partner."

"Ohhhhh!" Cece let go of Rocky and cast around the park. "Hey!" she shouted. "Hey you! In the red shirt!" The guy she was shouting at turned around and motioned towards himself. "Yeah! You!" He moved cautiously closer to the shouting redhead.

"What do you want?" he asked cautiously. He was a good-looking guy, with shaggy, dark-red hair and eyebrows that hiked upwards, giving him a permanently surprised look. Rocky suppressed a snort and a snide comment.

"You to be my tango partner," Cece said sweetly.

"And if I don't?" Still cautious.

"Then I'll have to destroy your reputation with this entire park in one fell swoop." Still sweet.

"You can't do that." Nervous.

"My mom's a police officer."

"…The name's Famous. Joseph Famous." He stuck out his hand. Cece took it and pulled him in.

"Let's tango," she rasped dramatically. Rocky and Ty face-palmed at their friend's antics.

"Cece…Cece, that's not how you tango. The guy leads," Ty pointed out. He guided their hands into the right positions. Then he looked at Rocky. She pulled a face.

"Ew, no! There's no way I'm dancing with you like that!" She looked around the park, looking for a guy who wasn't too disgusting. "HEY! HEY YOU!" she yelled at an older looking guy. She motioned frantically for him to come over. When he came within arms' reach, she grabbed him. "Be my tango partner," she begged. The guy shot a bewildered look at Joseph.

"Just do it, man!" Joseph hissed. "Her mom's a cop!" He jerked his head at Cece, narrowly missing a bopped forehead. Alarmed, the guy introduced himself.

"I'm Tayler."

"Rocky Blue, nice to meetcha!" Ty positioned them in the same way he did Joseph and Cece.

"Wait, what about you?" Rocky asked him curiously. "Unless…you dance alone?" she asked slyly.

"What? No! Be right back!" He jogged off into the crowd. A few minutes later, he came back, dragging a rather irate Deuce by the hand.

Cece raised an eyebrow. "Deuce isn't exactly a girl."

Ty smiled blithely. "He's Latino, afraid of mice and scary movies, and listens to Katy Perry—for the music." Deuce was shooting daggers into his back. "I'd say he can tango and can pass for a girl."

Cece exchanged a look with Rocky. "Eh," Rocky shrugged, "we're desperate. Hit it!" she shouted, turning back to her partner.

Ty kicked the boom box on, wrapped an arm around Deuce's waist securely, and with a "follow what I do, if you can," started moving. Deuce, as if the music had taken over his soul, moved in a way that shouldn't be possible for someone wearing skinny jeans, much less a guy.

Cece, Rocky, and their partners gaped at the pair.

"Ffu—is that even remotely possible?" Joseph blurted as Deuce's leg, in a moment of a very passionate trumpet blast became perpendicular to the ground.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Tayler screeched. "Tell me they're straight!"

Rocky covered her eyes. "I don't know. I don't know anymore! I don't know anything anymore!" she wailed as her big brother dipped Deuce so low, it was a surprise they didn't hit the floor. Grass. Dirt.

Splutter splutter. Flail flail. Censored profanities. Brain fart. Flat line.

"WAIT!" Cece shouted amid the mass confusion of the four teenagers. "Aren't we supposed to be following their steps?" She and Joseph exchanged a frightened look. Joseph tightened his arm around Cece's waist.

"What'm I supposed to do?" he asked, alarm bells ringing in his mind. They were starting to draw a crowd.

"Just get lost in the music," Cece commanded. She closed her eyes, put on a dazzling smile, and spun outward, jewelry flying.

So they did.

Rocky and Tayler looked at each other. He smiled daringly. "What she said," he said courteously. He took a step backwards, and Rocky stopped thinking.

They didn't stop dancing until the CD ran out. When they did, what just happened hit them like the thunderous applause that echoed around the park.

Six breaths exhaled in unison. "Whoa…" they all breathed, illuminated only by the streetlights and their rosy cheeks.

"That was amazing!" Rocky breathed out.

"You never told me you could dance like that!" Ty said to Deuce accusingly.

"I didn't know I could dance like that!" Deuce shot back, embarrassed. Cece disentangled herself from Joseph and bounded to Rocky.

"Let's do it again!" she enthused, waltzing Rocky away from her partner. "This'll be great for Shake It Up Chicago!"

Joseph and Tayler were huddled over a scrap of paper, scribbling furiously. Deuce was going around the crowd with a hat. The crowd, when they weren't applauding, dropped change into the hat. Tayler shoved the paper into Rocky's hand and walked away with Joseph.

Rocky opened the paper and flushed.

"What? What? What does it say?" Cece asked impatiently. She snatched the piece of paper away from her friend.

If you ever need a dance partner again, call me: (XXX)XXXXXXX (Tayler Mark Gailey) ;)

Hey Cinderella, if you promise not to turn me in for dancing with you, we can do it again: YYY-YYY-YYYY (Joseph Famous)

Cece cooed. "Awww…they're so cute! And now," she said, spinning in ice-skater-esque circles, "we have dancing partners!"

Ty put his arms around the two girls in a brief, one-armed hug. "Yep," he said, smiling cheekily. "And, might I add that you two have absolutely no need of me anymore?"

Rocky gaped at him. "What? Why?"

"You two are born dancers—you can dance to anything if it's got a beat—any style," he explained. "Remember that STOMP-type thing we did a couple weeks back?"

"Oh yeah," Cece recalled. "That was fun, before Flynn 'called the cops.'"

"He never actually did, did he?" mused Rocky. "He just wanted my sandwich. Monster."

"Ok," Deuce huffed, rubbing his hands together. "Let's get outta here. I just conned the crowd out of about fifty bucks' worth of change."

"You're gonna split that with us, right?" Rocky asked dangerously. Deuce let out a nervous laugh.

"As long as you don't mention any of this to anyone, yes."

"Deal," Cece butted in.

"And me!" Ty butted in with his boom box in hand. Deuce sighed, watching his fifty bucks swirl away.

Rocky sighed with him. "Now, we need the costumes," she said forlornly. Deuce perked up.

"Hey! I know someone who can help with that!"

Cece and Rocky exchanged another look.

"Fine," Cece conceded. "We're desperate, after all."

A/N: If you review, I will love you and smother you with kisses and cookies. And, there will be more oddity from me (friend's words—not mine).