A/N: Hola amigos! This is my first real stab at a ReCe fanfic-or a Shake it Up fanfic, or a fanfic in general, really. I love this pairing so much that I guessed it would make sense to start off on a high note, yeah? Anyways, this is indeed Femslash so you're going to have to be alright with that to continue reading. Also, the rating is likely going to change to an M sometime soon, so keep that in mind. And, for future reference, CeCe and Rocky are sixteen years old in this fic. That's all there really is to say, so do your best to stick with me and we'll see what happens.

"CeCe!" Pause. No answer. Sigh. It was the usual routine.

"CeCe, it's almost on," the woman repeated, monotone as she put her hands on her hips.

A door slam later and said red head dashed past her mother, scrambling for the TV remote. "Did I miss any of it?" She asked hastily, grasping the controller. Mrs. Jones shrugged lazily, walking to the kitchen and shuffling through the papers on the counter there for a moment. "It's a minute past," she noted, and CeCe groaned, turning on the set and thanking all that was good in the universe that the station was right.

Throwing herself on the couch, she glued her eyes to the screen hungrily.

"Helloooooooooooooooooo Chicago! You're watching the show that has it all-new music, new moves and the dances you'll be doing at home tomorrow! This-" as always, there was an ever dramatic pause as Gary Wilde's form crouched. Somewhere in the kitchen, Mrs. Jones smiled to herself.

"Is Shake it Up Chicago!" CeCe finished along with him, jumping off and doing a freestyle dance of her own. The music started, and CeCe fell onto the couch with rapt attention, watching the screen intently. She noticed a few faces that she hadn't seen before; there must have been some sort of audition for the show that she had missed.

And then, as per usual, a few of the background dancers filed off the stage, making room for the main number. CeCe bit her lower lip, her eyes following the dancers, trying a few of the arm motions in the air as she went along.

She was so focused on the main dancing, she almost didn't notice a lone figure off to the side of the stage.

Her eyes slid past the figure at first, drinking in the whole crowd, returning not a moment later. Her eyes were wide now, and she dropped her mouth; the girl she saw was no more then a few inches taller then CeCe herself. Her tamed brunette hair cut off near her shoulders, and the modest shirt she wore exposed only the slightest show of her shoulder. Also visible was her collarbone, sloped as though it didn't know when to stop. Her black boots were the most noticeable clothing item of all that she wore. She seemed to have an affinity for pastels. The girl looked out of place, as though she needed to be on the runway instead of a city's dance studio.

Then again, her dancing was spectacular. There was no doubt about that. Even as she nonchalantly moved her shoulders, swaying to the music, it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. Her eyes were averted downwards as she did her best to avoid the camera's gaze. CeCe pouted. She wanted nothing more then to see those eyes-

And then she was looking up and CeCe swore that her heart stopped.

Just a single brush against the camera and CeCe found herself stumbling off the couch and onto the floor, wanting another look at those eyes. She had never seen such a deep brown as she saw in them, a warmth that she didn't exactly know how to describe.

Even through the TV, CeCe knew that she had just seen the most beautiful brown eyes in the history of, well, the life of CeCe Jones.

Suddenly, she realized that the music was still on, and the girl she had seen had disappeared into the crowd gathering now on the main stage. "No," she moaned, looking for the brunette to appear on the screen again.

"Hey, you okay in there?" Mrs. Jones' worried voice came from the kitchen.

CeCe didn't bother to respond, instead trying to find the girl in the sea of heads. After a small but futile search, she changed her battle plan, looking around the legs now to see if the figure would appear through the crowd.

And there she was again, having found her way to the front. Her bashful smile was much smaller then the placid ones found on all other dancers, and yet CeCe found it to be the most radiant and amazing of all. She gazed longingly at the screen, furrowing her eyebrows at the graceful, almost-too-perfect dance movements of the girl, how easy it came to her and yet how shy she seemed to be when it came to sharing them.

All this and she didn't even know her name.

Another groan here, enough for Flynn to yell from his room, "Mo-ooooooooooooooooo-m! Get her to shut up pleasssssssssse!"

"CeCe-"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Good dancing?" There was an amused tone in her mother's voice.

"What?" CeCe snapped out of what seemed to be a trance, the TV almost immediately switching to a commercial as she looked away. "Oh-yeah. Totally awesome moves. You should have seen him." Here CeCe furrowed her eyebrows again.

Him?

What?

Mrs. Jones raised her eyebrows, obviously amused. "You seemed to like more then just his dancing!"

"H-huh? No, you see, he was an amazing dancer is all!"

"He was obviously amazing at something, let me tell you-"

"MOM!"

"Geez, fine. Try to be like TV moms, this is what I get. I'll back off. You just seemed quite interested in him is all." CeCe's furrowed brow lifted at the words. Her eyes lingered on the ground for a moment before returning to the TV; a commercial for a local thrift store flashed onto the screen.

It was strange. In a way, her mother was wrong...but at the same time, she couldn't have possibly been more right.

.

.

The small dress that the brunette wore accented her in all the right places, wrapping tightly around her body and yet leaving room for her to dance. And she danced, more then CeCe had ever seen; she moved as though she was swimming, graceful and slow, and yet fast and with the beat. Her hips swayed in sync as she turned to face CeCe, face blank until their eyes met-and there was that smile. A small smile, the sort of small smile that caused CeCe to smile in return involuntarily. The sort of CeCe smile that no one had seen in a long time...

"Jones, you alright in there?"

CeCe nearly jumped out of her own skin at the voice, hitting her shoulder on the metal locker behind her as she closed her eyes, doing her best to breathe deeply-in, out; in, out. "H-huh?" She asked, blinking a couple of times and turning her attention to the male in front of her, also known as Deuce, her best friend.

"Jumpy much? I have pills for that," he added in a lower voice, which CeCe scoffed at.

"Shut it, Deuce. Just thinking."

"Since when did CeCe Jones think?" CeCe looked to the left of Deuce, who's shoulder was now occupied by Ty's elbow. "Care to explain?" He asked, a bemused smile on his lips.

"I really hate you sometimes," CeCe said bluntly. "Wait...I think all of the time! What are you talking about? Are you-are you trying to say something about me?"

"No, of course not. Just spill."

"Spill what?"

"Why you're so jumpy all of a sudden!"

"W-what? I was-I was thinking about...the project. For science." The red head paused, throwing in a few wild gesticulations as she spoke nervously. "It's just so important in our society-we must stick together, and if we don't stick together for one project, for Science-"

"The Science project was due last week," Deuce deadpanned. "And by the way? Terrible liar."

CeCe smiled nervously, holding that smile only for a moment before putting on the best poker face that she had.

"You are interrogating a minor without permission," she pressed, standing up tall and doing her best to reach above Deuce's height. Ty smirked, towering above her before patting her playfully on the head and returning to his normal height.

"Funny, but seriously now. Y'know if you don't tell us we'll bug you 'bout it forever."

There was a pause as CeCe stood up straight, doing her best to freak the two out with what she liked to call her 'evil stare'. The two stood their ground. "Ah, I got nothing," she declared, falling back onto the lockers and crossing her arms over her shirt, blocking out a small print of the English flag. "There's this person," she said simply. She made sure not to elaborate; there was no need to specify gender. Not now. Both Deuce and Ty looked at each other knowingly. "No, wait, stop it with the looks, they're so confusing," CeCe whined.

Deuce took a deep breath. "Weeeellllll, how many dates have you and him been on?" CeCe's eyes widened.

"Dates?" She blurted loudly, attracting a bit of attention from passerby. "Uh, I mean, none." Both Deuce and Ty snorted at this.

"Wait, lemme get this straight-you're just obsessed with him is all?"

"Go away," CeCe said grumpily, pouting and beginning to walk away with her arms crossed. Ty grabbed her bag from behind, pulling her back with a small yelp of protest from CeCe.

"Okay, okay, we've all been there-"

"Not me dude, that's sick."

"I'll make sure I tell Dina that, next time I see her."

"Point taken. Continue." CeCe didn't understand the exchange between the two, but she shrugged it off, focusing on Ty for now.

"What's his name then?" Ty asked, raising an eyebrow. CeCe shied away, biting on her lower lip.

"I dunno," she said quickly, slurring the two words together. Another look between Deuce and Ty.

"Creepy," Deuce whispered. "At least I know Dina's name-"

"And her address, and her daddy's license plate number..."

"Dude!" Deuce looked up at Ty accusingly, causing the older male to put up his hands defensively.

"I don't care what you guys think!" CeCe huffed, ignoring the interaction between the two of them. "If I'm so creepy then leave me alone. It's not that big of a deal anyways, just saw them once and I've thought about them once or twice. No biggie."

"Where did you see 'em?"

"Shake it Up Chicago," she mumbled, not entirely sure why she felt the need to tell the two. "T-they were a dancer. Background dancer, but still." Ty's face lit up.

"Easy as pie," he said, opening his arms out wide. "Just visit set and talk to him. Shouldn't be too hard. You'd be able to pick out his face in a crowd, right?"

"I'm pretty sure anyone could."

"Great! It's settled. The next show is Saturday, meet us out front a few minutes before the show starts." It seemed to be enough for him, as he patted CeCe's shoulder and began walking in the opposite direction, Deuce following him like a puppy.

"Ty, wait!" The male in question stopped, turning his head around to face her. CeCe moved her arms around helplessly. "How do you plan on getting in? I don't think they're letting just anyone through." Ty winked.

"Leave it to me," he said, turning and walking away with a bounce in his step.

CeCe groaned, sliding her back against the locker and sitting on the ground. Just great. What had she gotten herself into this time?