Remember Me
Hey! New story, yay! (That rhymes). A Thousand Years/ I can't fake My Love is not over! With all of the holiday bustle I forgot to update. My gift to you this holiday is a new story! So this is like an intense drama unlike most of my stories where it is subtle. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up but I do own this unoriginal plot
Ty's POV
"Don't go into the basement!" Cece Jones warned.
A scream echoed from the television.
"Yep, she went in the basement," I confirmed.
Cece groaned. "I am so fed up with these stupid horror movies. What is wrong with the stupid people? They hear a noise from the basement and they just go down there! Like- get out of the house! Call the cops, do something!"
"So true," I agreed. We laughed together.
We watched in amusement as the idiot girl who went in the basement got her limbs chopped off.
"I've seen enough," I declared, feeling nauseous.
"Oh, c'mon, Ty! This is the best part!" Cece giggled.
"I'm gonna puke," I stated.
"Alright, we'll turn it off before you wet yourself. Anyway I was getting fed up with these stupid people anyway," Cece said, although I knew she was lying to spare my feelings.
"Thanks."
Beep beep!
"And that would be my mom," Cece sighed.
"So soon?" I complained.
"You know my mom," Cece stated. I did indeed.
"Bye, babe," I said, standing up.
She half-smiled. "Bye." Our lips met quickly. Then she pulled away almost as quickly as it happened.
"Sunday?" I offered.
"We'll see," she winked.
"Where are you off to now?" I wondered.
"Picking up Flynn," Cece replied.
"Okay. Well, see you," I said.
"Bye." And with that, she left.
Cece Jones is my girlfriend. She is my love and only love. We have been going out for a year and a half. I am 18 and she is 17. She is my little sister's, Rocky, best friend. She lives on the floor downstairs from us, living in an apartment.
Oh, sorry, I didn't properly introduce myself. I am Ty Blu, future rapper.
The kiss still lingered on my lips. I plopped down on the couch and turned on my favorite show, ESPN. After five minutes, the home phone rang.
The number ID was Chicago Police Department.
Police department? What did I do this time? I pressed the answer button.
"Hello?" I spoke.
"Is this Ty Blu?" a gruff voice spoke on the other end.
"There is no other," I confirmed, proudly.
"Do you know Cecelia Jones?" the voice asked.
My heart dropped. What happened? It couldn't possibly be that…. No, stop worrying so much.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well… Cecelia Jones just got into a car accident."