Hey guys! This is another story that I am writing with pinksakura271.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shake It Up, and I don't really own this idea.
No one's PoV
Rocky and Cece were walking home from the Shake It Up! – Chicago, Saturday night special. Cece was purposely walking slightly behind her best friend.
"Rocky" she whined. "Slow down! You're walking really quickly."
"No Cece, you're walking slowly." Rocky huffed. "And the only reason you're complaining is because Tinka and I got the spotlight dance instead of you".
"How did you know?"
Rocky's PoV
I rolled my eyes. Cece is my best friend, but she can be very annoying sometimes.
We were walking past Crusty's, when I thought I heard a small meow. I stopped. Suddenly enough, apparently, for Cece to walk right into me.
"Really?" I asked her. She sighed and stamped her foot.
"Can we go? I want to get home. It's really cold."
"wait for a second." I told her. "I thought I heard something."
"Oh! I heard something too!" she cried. "It's called the 'warmth of my house, calling me home!" I ignored her, and walked down the alleyway were the sound had come from. Slowly, I moved at metal bin, and saw an adorable kitten sitting there. It was black, with hints of white on its back. I smiled at it. It meowed again. The sound was small and fragile. I slowly reached for it and picked it up, carrying it back to Cece. The corner of her lip rose in a disgusted sneer, when she saw the kitten.
"what is that?" she asked, pointing at the ball of fur in my arms. I sighed.
"It's a cat. What did you think is was?" I replied. "Now, let's get home."
"Wait! You're taking it with you? Rock don't take it! The fur is dirty and it could be sick. Uh!" Cece squealed. I sighed again.
"Cece, that's why we need to heal it. It can't be left here to suffer!" I exclaimed.
"But it's black! That's unlucky" she retorted.
"No. It's black and white. That's lucky." I said.
"look at the size of it! It could be pregnant!" she cried. I mentally face-palmed.
"Cece! It's a boy!" I yelled. She opened her mouth, then closed it again and walked away. I hurried after her, with the kitten held close to my chest.
When we got back to the apartment, Flynn was playing video games. He took one look at me, and yelled:
"MUM! ROCKY BROUGHT AN ANIMAL HERE!"
Georgia came into the sitting room and looked at the kitten fondly.
"Oh Rocky! It needs a bath and some food. Cece, can you get some milk? Flynn, go get some blankets." She cried. Cece walked out of the room, without getting any milk. Flynn ran off and came back with the blankets.
"Does it have a name?" he asked me. I nodded.
"Martin."
"Really?" Cece said. Georgia frowned at her. Cece shrugged, grabbed her dace bag and left again.
"Flynn, do you want to help bathe Martin before you go to bed?" she asked. I looked at my watch. It was almost ten thirty. Wow.
"Is that OK with you?" I looked up and realised that Flynn was talking to me.
"Oh yeah, sure. Come on Martin, Flynn" I stood up and Martin followed me to the bathroom. Flynn filled up the bath, while I got my towel out in preparation.
My parents were out on a business trip for the week, so I was staying with the Jones' while Ty was staying with Deuce.
"Rocky, do you want me to make a bed in the living room for you, so you can look after Martin?" Georgia said popping her head round the door. I nodded gratefully.
After washing Martin, we took him to the living room again. I saw that Georgia had set up a small basket of blankets for him. And the sofa-bed was set up for me.
"Mum!" Cece called as she came in again. Seeing the sofa-bed, her eyes widened.
"Really! You're abandoning me for the cat!" she said angrily. I stared at her and she glared back.
"Cece, it'll only be for a night" I replied finally. She scoffed and walked out. Is she not getting tired of walking in and out of the room?
"Here you go, Rocky" Flynn said, handing me a saucer of milk. I smiled thankfully and set it down for Martin.
"Thanks Flynn"
"Night Rocky"
Next day.
Georgia was working. Flynn was a scout meeting. Cece was watching TV. I was playing with Martin. It was quite peaceful…Especially because Cece wasn't talking to me. And I was fine with that. I think she scares Martin anyway.
Eventually I got up. Cece looked at me sharply.
"Where're you going?" she asked me suspiciously.
"To see if Deuce has anything I can buy for Martin" I relied. She growled. Martin scurried to my side, cowering behind my leg. I told you Cece scared him.
"Why?" Cece snarled at me. Wow! Now she's scaring me too.
"Look Cece just because you don't want to keep or take care of this guy, doesn't mean I don't," I snapped, finally losing my cool. To my surprise, Martin hissed at Cece with me instead of running away from me. It was if he sensed my anger towards Cece and was backing it up. Cece scowled.
"Whatever" she said with a dismissing tone.
Martin and I walked out of the door and outside. He was chasing a butterfly when I felt someone grab me, round the waist. I tried to scream, but the put their hand over my mouth. Then they dragged me into a side street. Finally, when we were out of sight, they let go of me. I slowly turned, afraid of what I would see.
"Frankie?"
That is it for this chapter! The next one will be up soon!
