Update. This is't Jade. I'm just her friend. I'd just like to inform (to anyone whom this may concern) that you shouldn't be angry with her. She was having a really tough time and I guess I'm just so ignorant and stupid that I didn't realize how much she'd changed. I don't want to make this any more painful than this has to be, so I'm just going to say it. Jadelyn is no longer with us.

I'm reposting her stories so this can be a nice way to remember her. Because writing always seemed to make her really happy (what would I know anyway)...

-Mia

Hey, y'all. I'm Jadelyn and this is my first official story on fanfiction… it's for the CRocks challenge…and it is called … (wait for it…wait for it!) (drumroll, please) NIGHTSHADE ! ….. and if you read the summary, you know what it's about! So read on, awesome people!

Disclaimer: If I own Shake it Up, you can stuff me in an ostrich and call me Gulasto!

The sky was turning that reddish gold color it always does when the sun sets. Like in one of those chick flicks where the heroine and her hero rode off into the perfect sunset. But this isn't a chick flick. And it was far from perfect. In this case the hero… he looked so helpless and vulnerable and broken. Lying in a pool of blood where it happened. And the heroine (me)…I was in denial about what happens next. Since it was pretty apparent that there won't be a perfect, happy, cheesy, chick-flick ending.

I couldn't breathe.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

And not for a good reason.

I watched from behind the yellow crime scene tape as a few paramedics were rolling his seemingly lifeless body away. To whatever waited behind the closed doors of the ambulance.

I have to see him once.

Because I would regret it forever if he doesn't…live…

Before I even realize what I'm doing I'm suddenly ducking under the tape and sprinting towards him.

People, most likely police officers come up behind me and start pulling me back.

I squirm and pull away only to be held back again.

Everything seems like it's going in slow motion. The loud wailing of the sirens is drowning out all the other back-round noise.

Suddenly I hear a voice screeching, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I HAVE TO SEE HIM! PLEASE!..." It trails off into uncontrollable sobbing.

It takes me a moment to realize that the voice I heard was none other than my own.

The officers holding me away from the scene just glance at me with a look of pity and continue to drag me away.

As soon as they let me go, the ambulance has started driving away.

I collapse on the ground, one thought continuously running through my brain…

It's all my fault…

I don't know how long I've stayed like that, collapsed on the front steps of my building, bawling my eyes out, but by the time I finally stop, the crowd has gone away…all the paramedics were gone. The taped off area was now ridden with forensic scientists, detectives, and blood spatter analysts. All looking for evidence against whoever had done this horrible thing. I tried to clear my head of any thoughts since they all seems to be directed towards what I had seen. Unsuccessfully, I should add. So I just sat and stared into the recently darkened sky.

"Cece, you have to come in now…"

My mother said softly as she placed her hand on my shoulder…

I just nodded, still studying the spot where he had been hours ago. The police were packing up to leave. They already got rid of the blood stain. The street looked peaceful. Almost as if nothing had happened. Like it was just another ordinary day in Chicago.

"Hon, I don't know why you're so upset. You barely knew him. I understand that he protected the city, and it's sad that it had to end that way, but I don't get it."

I shove her hand off of my shoulder and run to the elevator as fast as I possibly can. New tears falling from my eyes. I know she doesn't understand. She doesn't know that it's him. That it wasn't just another guy off the street. But it still hurt to hear her say that.

When the doors to my floor opened, my mom was already waiting for me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

I broke down and started crying again. She pulled me in and hugged me, patting my back and occasionally saying things like 'it'll be okay'. We walked back to the apartment in silence.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Cece?"

"I think you should know what happened…"'

"Earlier today?"

"No…well, yes, but from the beginning…"

"The beginning?" She looks at me with raised eyebrows as she plopped onto the couch. I know that face. It's her 'now it isn't a choice you HAVE to tell me' face .

I nod. I don't re

"Well… here it is… the whole story… from the beginning…"

She looks at me expectantly. I know she can tell that I'm trying to avoid telling her everything.

"It's a long story…"

"Then you should start talking…"

"Well it was a dark stormy night when it happened…"

A/N- That's the end of the prologue! Sorry it's so short… I wanted it to be longer, but I didn't want it to seem forced. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me whether you liked it or not! Either way, it's a reaction to my story! PLEASE TELL ME IF THE CHARACTERS ARE OFF LATER IN THE STORY! This is my first time EVER writing for Shake it Up! I want to make it as good as I possibly can. Also, the next chapter will most likely be up later today or tomorrow depending on whether I have soccer practice or not today…