Gettin' Over You

Hey, so new story I am making a whole bunch of them. This is a Dece and Cy story so I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up or YouTube.

Cece's POV

"Hah, that's funny, click on that one!" Deuce said, pointing at the next video on the screen.

"C'mon, Deuce, why don't we do something fun?" I groaned. I was tried of watching videos of people getting hurt on YouTube. Of course, we can't do what I want to do, because then Deuce would break up with me.

Don't get me wrong, I love Deuce. And he loves me. And I know that. It's not like he would hurt me, that's all wrong. It's just; he is bossy and is never satisfied. It frustrates me, but it was worth it.

"Ce, I know you want to do something else, but one more," he begged, looking at me sincerely.

"Fine," I mumbled, clicking on the video he was pointing to.

Deuce's phone began to buzz. He looked at it, and so did I. The caller ID was Sandra.

"Who's that?" I wondered.

"My mom," Deuce said quickly.

"Your mom is named Izabel," I recalled, scowling at him.

"Mom? I meant cousin," Deuce said, rushed.

"Oh," I said, even though this behavior was odd.

"Got to go," Deuce said.

"See you," I said halfheartedly.

Deuce snatched up his stuff and left without a peep.

Sometimes, Deuce frustrated me so much. I got really agitated by him, so I grabbed my iPod and stomped out the door.

A few moments later, I reached a small, obscured park in the middle of a bustling city. It was odd, but as odd as it was, it was peaceful. I plopped down by a tree. On the tree was carved: Ty + Cece. I smiled to myself.

I put in my iPod and closed my eyes. I listened to Super Bass by Nicki Minaj before deciding that the song was too played out. I turned on Where Them Girls At and began to doze off.

"Cece!" a voice yelled. I continued to sleep.

"CECE!" the same voice yelled, shaking me rapidly. I woke up and screamed, only to realize that it was Ty.

"Ty!" I scoffed. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, for a second I thought you were dead," Ty joked, and I smacked him on the shoulder.

Ty plopped down next to me. He sighed and looked at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," I insisted.

"You only come here when you feel upset," Ty pointed out.

Why did he have to know me so well? "It's Deuce," I admitted.

"What did he do this time?" Ty moaned.

"Nothing, nothing at all! But that is the problem! He doesn't do anything," I vented.

"Sounds like Deuce," Ty mumbled.

"And every time I try to do something, he like gets all mad. I don't know what to do, Ty!" I cried, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Tell him," Ty advised.

"No, it's not that easy!" I snapped.

"Then what do you do?" Ty wondered, calmly.

"I- I don't know!" I cried.

Pain was clear in Ty's eyes. I hated when he was sad. It was odd, because I didn't mind when Deuce was sad.

"I'm here for you," Ty said, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm here."