Tinka

I stood with Gunther, Cece, and Deuce around Cece's locker, annoyed at the Cuban boy who was trying to sell me a defective lamp.

"But it has sparkles!" He persuaded, desperately I might add. He only had one lamp left, and just couldn't seem to sell it. Even I found it hideous.

We continued to go back and forth at each other, but he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually I just gave up, and bought the damn lamp. He pulled it from his jacket, and I swear that thing belongs to Hogwarts. I took the lamp, and promptly threw it into the trash can. I smiled in satisfaction when I heard it break.

"Oh meh gawd!" Cece shouted, jumping up and down while looking down at her phone.

"You have got to stop saying it like that, Ce," Deuce said, shaking his head. She ignored him, and repeated it,

"Oh meh gawd! Oh meh gawd! Look! Look!" She waved her phone in front of us, eventually making me grab her arm so we could look at the screen. It was twit from Ty Blue, one of the most known teenaged rappers in the world. He had said that he was moving to Chicago to come back to his roots, and would be going to John Hughes High. I didn't see what the big deal was until it clicked in my head.

"That's our school!" I yelled, jumping up and down in sync with Cece, her bright red locks bouncing. I hoped my bun was getting messed up.

"When is he coming? When? When?" I urged, clsoe to breaking down. The man of my dreams was coming to my city, to my school! I was this much closer to becoming Mrs. Tinka Blue. The name had a ring to it, like a colour of a gem.

"Oh meh gawd, in two days! He'll be here in two days!" Cece answered, rereading the twit slowly. Partly to check for details, partly because of her dyslexia.

It pained me to see her struggle, but she had only told me after we got paired together for a book report. It hurt her because she thought it made her stupid and pathetic. I had told her she was stronger than a lot of people, seeing as she made it to ninth grade without barely anyone knowing.

"Uh, Red," Deuce said slowly, looking at his own phone, probably at the twit as well, "He twitted that yesterday,"

Cece looked at him, a smile on her face. She nodded, the fact obviously not clicking just yet in her mind.

"So, that means, yesterday's two days would be one day sooner than today's two days," Gunther said, trying to help her understand. But the way he said it just confused the crap out of her, and me, and I already knew.

"He's coming here tomorrow," I said as bluntly as possible.

My statement was met with a scream, and I briefly wondered if she had ever auditioned for a horror movie. We got a few looks, but not as much as we used to. Most of the people at our school had gotten used to our odd behaviour.

"Ty, Ty Blue, is coming here? Tomorrow? And I haven't gone shopping yet? Tinka, pull out the gold, we're going shopping after school," She ordered, turning to face me.

"Do you think he'll guest star on Shake It Up! Chicago?" Gunther thought aloud, and I wondered that as well.

"Probably, I mean, Gary will literally get on his knees and beg him to," Cece said, flipping her hair.

We continued to talk about meeting our idol, when the bell for final class rang. I waved bye to Deuce and Cece, and walked with Gunther to art.

Class was a blur of paint and bad tracing, and when the dismissal bell finally went off I realized I had doodled my name and Ty in a large heart surrounded by smaller hearts. There was no way I was going to turn that in, so I told the teacher that I'd finish the project tonight.

She just gave me a look, and dismissed me. When I walked out of the classroom, I found Cece, Deuce, and Gunther waiting for me. Cece was giggling, and waving around her credit card. That only meant one thing;

Shopping.

Normally, when Cece and I dragged along the guys to go shopping, they complained. But today, they were searching the racks as well, wanting to impress Ty. Deuce was going to show him his cousin's new clothing line, and Gunther was hoping Ty could help him land a recording deal.

Cece and I, are the other hand, were looking for love. We have both had crush on him for as long as we could remember, but we never really let it beyong playful banter over who would be his wife. I stopped rifling through dresses when I realized that if we actually met him, that our mutual love could break us up.

I shook my head, going back to the dresses. If it got that far, we could simply ask Ty if he liked either one of us at all. Hopefully, that would resolve the issue.

When he would say my name, of course.

I giggled lightly, finally picking a pretty blue form fitting dress, and went to the dressing rooms. After shedding my clothes, and shimmying into the dress, I looked at myself in the built in mirror. It looked absolutely perfect, all I had to do was find some shoes and accessories.

I bought the dress, and went looking for Cece, and found her in a boho chic styled store. She was buying a white tube top dress with a black belt, and a pair of delicious black heels. She saw me, and grabbed her bag, and skipped over to me.

"Let's go see what those idiots are doing," The redhead said, and we linked arms, skipping our way to only store the two would go into that wouldn't involve us blackmailing them.

Deuce was already purchasing a new leather jacket, and band shirt. He saw us, and walked over showing us the shirt. I didn't recognize who the band was.

"Who's From Bad to Cursed?" I asked, pointing at his shirt. He laughed, so I guessed it was one of those underground bands that only a few people knew about; the shirt was locally made.

"It's this sweet single badn that no one has ever seen," He smiled widely, proud to show off his knowledge.

"Single band?" Cece asked, tilting her head.

"Well, after the first few songs became hits, FBTC came out and said that he was actually just one person, and just recorded him playing the instruments and looped them. Ever since, everyone's been wondering who he is," Deuce explained.

"Okay then," I trailed off, looking around for my brother. I spotted him near a shirt stand, trying to decide which to get.

"Hey, bro," I greeted, going over to him. He looked at me, then back at the shirts, pointing to two different ones. I understood, and pointed to the green one.

He nodded, and picked it. After he had paid for it and a new pair of shoes, we left to go to the food court, because Cece's stomach had demanded so.

While we were waiting for our pizza order, Cece showed me her shoes. The were two inch heels with a zebra print zipper in the front. They were totally cute. I asked her if I could borrow her blue sandals, and she said as long as I did her hair. I agreed, and we playfully shook hands to seal the deal.

Gunther and Deuce came over, carrying the pizzas and drinks respectively. Gunther set the trays down, and helped Deuce do the same with the drinks, fearing the Cuban would spill them.

As we ate, I could barely contain my excitement for tomorrow.

How am I gonna do my hair?