A/N:My second fic, which I'm hoping will be better than the first. I have nooo idea were this came from I was laying in bed and I was listening to all I wanted by paramore and BOOM idea popped up in my head.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Shake it up!, but if I did...
CeCe's POV:
She's CeCe Jones isn't she?
She has a mother and a brother that love her (even though they fight sometimes) Ty, Deuce, and hey! She's a dancer on Shake It Up Chicago! She's the ocean, the flaming read head with a personality to match.
And, most importantly she has her best friend Rocky, Rocky Blue the girl she's known for what seems like forever…
So why, WHY does she feel so empty. WHY! Why is she laying in her bed crying, staring at the razor she's been thinking about using to cut her problems away.
She thought, she knows why. that's just it best friend she doesn't want Rocky to be her friend, oh no she wants Rocky as more. that's all she wants is
Rocky Blue
Rocky Blue
that's why she doesn't care if she's the ocean or if she's on shake it up! She wants Rocky, but Rocky doesn't want her. No Rocky would be disgusted, she'd never talk to her again. So she tries so hard so very, VERY hard to get over it. She wants to be the ocean and wash the feelings away
But no, she's way to far gone.
These feelings are to out of control. Why, Deuce that's why. Deuce has her, Deuce gets to kiss her (and boy did her heart drop with this next one) Deuce is the one Rocky loves, LOVES. The tears fall harder as she thinks about it
No, she thinks she shouldn't even think this way Rocky's her friend , FRIEND , "amigo" as Deuce had once said. She shouldn't notice all these things about her friend like the way she dances, her hair, her many facial expressions, and her eyes,
oh lord those eyes those cute brown eyes that make her melt-NO she thinks. She knows she shouldn't go there she definitely doesn't need to go there.
She lays her head on her pillow sleep finally over taking her.
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She wakes up and rolls over to face the clock 8:00 AM she reads "late for school again" she says to herself she pulls herself out of bed and looks in the mirror her hair is a tangled red disaster, and she has no make up. She wipes her eyes still stained with tears
"CeCe Rocky's waiting for you!" Her mom yells loud enough that it booms through the house
CeCe yells a quick "ok" and looks at the razor again.
She flinches a little as she runs it slowly along her small wrist, blood staining as one fresh new cut forms. She wipes the blood and smiles hoping it'll help her through the day, but she knows it will she's the ocean right, right she'll make it.
She walks out of her room after putting on some bracelets to cover her wrist.
"Hey Ceece I came to say hi before I go with Deuce, he's waiting outside for me, I wanted to tell you first to see if your okay."
Rocky says smiling as she say HIS name.
"Oh. that's cool, you go have fun Rocks." I say false happiness in my voice.
"Thanks, I knew you'd be okay, I mean you are the ocean right?" Rocky said as she embraced me. That, that's just it she's the ocean and rocky is her sand, and that hug should be enough, so she'll make it. She'll go to school with a smile and a positive attitude even though she's breaking.
she gives a thought about going back in her room and cutting the hell out of her arm but decides against it. she has to be strong, she has to be the ocean for when Rocky needs her thats just how it is. Thats who she is.
She's CeCe Jones isn't she?
The reckless ocean flowing without a care.
A/N: there it is that's what was going through my head…. Depressing, isn't it?
Well at least I hope it was better than my first fic but I'm still experimenting
that's all for now
Peace
Love
Parawhore and stuff :D