Cece smiled as she watched the room full of people, dancing and laughing. This was her surprise party, and it was a hit! But the thing that got her was that this time; it was an actual surprise to her.
"Okay, but next year when-" Cece began, pointing at Rocky.
"No!" Rocky exclaimed, holding a hand up to silence her best friend. "I told you; I'm not throwing you any more parties."
Cece crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, sure."
Meanwhile, Gunther was standing by talking to another girl from school. But his ears caught the two best friends' conversation, so why not listen in?
Rocky sighed. "Look, it's no fun planning a surprise party for someone who can't be surprised!"
Gunther raised his eyebrows as Cece scoffed. "What? I've learned to go with the flow!"
"No you haven't." Rocky chuckled. "You do the exact opposite, actually."
"I resent that." Cece said stubbornly, her nose in the air. Then she smiled. "Ooh, a vocab word!" She stuck her hand out, bending her fingers. "Come on, one quarter baby!"
Rocky rolled her eyes but pulled out the coin nonetheless, giving it to her. "Face it, Cece. You're always going to want to know what happens next. You're just a one-step-ahead kind of girl!" Cece placed her hands on her hips as Rocky said, "It's not necessarily a bad thing."
Cece just looked at her for a moment, before giving in. "Yeah, I guess you're right. And you know what? I'm proud of it! That way, I'm always prepared for anything."
Rocky patted her on the back as she said, "As long as you're happy." She then left a smiling Cece, a weird look on her face. Fortunately Cece didn't see it.
Gunther, in the meantime, just stood staring at the redhead. The wheels in his head were churning, slowly forming a plan. "So Cece really can't be surprised, huh?" He thought, a devious smirk on his face. "We'll just have to change that."
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"Alright, goodbye everyone!" Cece said politely, waving to them at the door. She waited until everyone left until closing the door, turning around to see Gunther and Flynn standing there.
"What's foreign boy still doing here?" Flynn asked, pointing to Gunther.
"I was just about to ask the same thing, Flynn." Cece said with her arms crossed, looking at Gunther.
He glanced at her before saying, "I, uh…wanted to talk to your sister. About something." Cece's eyebrows went higher, if that was possible, as Flynn just shrugged.
"Eh, I don't get you teenagers." The small boy said before walking to his room. "Don't disturb me!" They heard him yell before the door shut.
Cece rolled her eyes at Flynn's behavior, before turning to Gunther again. "So, why are you here?"
He sighed as he sat down on the couch, his arms draped along the back of it. "Cece, what do you find interesting in a guy?"
"Excuse me?" She said, looking at him weirdly.
He merely shrugged. "It's a simple question. Just give me a simple answer." She continued to just look at him, making him chuckle. "Come on, it's not difficult."
"I know that." She said finally. "It's just…strange you'd ask me that."
"What, I can't ask you questions?" He asked, a smile hinted on his lips.
She shook her head. "Not ones like that!"
He continued to laugh, making her grow frustrated. "Give me a reason why not."
She huffed, uncrossing her arms. "Fine. I'll answer your question…but only if you answer one of mine."
He shrugged again. "Sounds fair. But since I asked first…"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah." She then grew silent, lost in thought. "Hmm, well I guess…"
"Yes?" He asked, looking up at her.
She stared up at the ceiling. "He'd have to be taller than me. And cute, definitely cute. But he can't be afraid to show off his personality. He has to comfortable in his own skin, you know what I mean?" He nodded, but his eyes never left her.
"He'd also have to be funny, outgoing, easy to get along with but ready to tell me when I'm wrong. Sometimes the fight is fun, if that makes any sense."
"He'd have to know what he wants. He can't be afraid to stand up for me, but more importantly, for himself. Sweet, caring and smart are always necessities, but originality is good too. My man needs to stand out above all the rest." She then tore her eyes away from the ceiling and shrugged. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" He chuckled, looking up at her. "You just listed off enough to make a book!" He ignored the fact that the majority of hers described himself.
She crossed her arms, slightly glaring at him. "Okay, fine. Tell me about your dream girl."
He held his hands up in defense. "Alright." He then stood up, making his way over to her as he listed off. "She needs to be feisty and in control."
"Ooh, kinky." She teased, making him roll his eyes.
"Hey, I didn't interrupt you." He reminded.
She sighed but nodded. "You're right, go on."
He smiled at her and said, "Well, she has to be just as glamorous as me. You know, to keep up with my insanely stylish fashion sense." She couldn't help but chuckle at his cockiness, which only made his smile grow.
"But like you said, she has to be able to put up a fight. If a girl just agrees with everything I say, she's boring. My girl has to have character, uniqueness, bravery." Cece nodded in understanding, but his eyes were on her with an unreadable emotion in them.
"She has to stick up for her friends, be extremely cute, a rebel type who loves to have fun and cause trouble, be a good dancer-" He enumerated, walking toward her while doing so, when she cut him off.
"For a second there you had me going, but then I realized it couldn't be me because according to you I'm the worst dancer on Shake It Up! Chicago." Cece chuckled jokingly, punching his shoulder.
"Well maybe I was just lying before." He stated, his eyebrows raised.
Her face lost the playful humor as she turned to him, her eyes slightly wider than usual. "W-what?"
He smirked and glanced at the floor before meeting her gaze again. "Come on, Cece. You and I both know this has been brewing for some time now." He said, motioning between them. "It was inevitable."
She was too shocked for words as he came closer, so close that their breaths mingled. "Why fight it?" He whispered, his words tickling her lips. And before she knew it…he was kissing her.
It lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, their eyes locked the whole time. But when he was far away enough, and her eyes were bigger than the moon, he smirked and pointed at her. "Ah-ha!"
Shock turned to confusion. "What?" She asked, looking at him curiously.
He smirked. "Looks like Cece Unsurprisable Jones can be surprised after all!"
Confusion then turned to anger as she glared up at him. "What?" She said through gritted teeth.
He clapped his hands together as he laughed, shaking his head. "I just wanted to prove that you were incorrect about never being surprised, that's all.
She looked to the floor, her eyes flashing red. "So…you formed this little plan just to prove me wrong?" When he nodded, she began hitting his arm. "Why. Would. You. Do. That?" She demanded in between slaps.
"Ow!" He exclaimed, holding his now throbbing arm. When she stopped and just looked at him, awaiting an answer, he explained, "Well, for one you were totally rude today at the memorial service! And you didn't invite me to your party only until after I found out, you claiming my invitation got lost in the mail." He said the last part sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes and slapped him again. "How was I supposed to know that it was an actual funeral? Not many people go to those on their birthday, Gunther!" She exclaimed. "But let me guess; you do things differently in your country, is that it?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you insulting my heritage?"
She shrugged. "I don't know; are you insulting my confidence?"
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
She groaned and said, "My confidence! About never being surprised!" He rolled his eyes for the millionth time that night.
"I'm not insulting, I'm merely proving it wrong." He smirked, crossing his arms.
She did somewhat of a growl. "I cannot believe you pulled this stunt all because of a little rudeness and a forgotten invitation!" She said while pacing. "It's not like we're friends or anything, did you expect one?"
He just looked at her. "We're frien-" She raised her eyebrows. "emies." He finished. "Well, I thought you might've had a change of heart or something."
She exhaled in frustration. "Why do you even care? I haven't invited you before and you never said anything, and vice versa!" He looked to the side, where she gasped. "Unless…"
His head shot up again. "What? No! No way, Jones!" He exclaimed.
But she just chuckled in triumph. "Why didn't I see it before? I mean, there were plenty of other ways to prove me wrong, but you went with the kissing approach! Admit it, Hessenheffer, you like me!"
He scoffed. "Please, if anyone likes anyone it's you with me!" She gasped again in defense. "Why did you get so mad when you found out I was just acting, huh?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but then realized she had nothing. He crossed his arms again and smirked. "I knew it."
She huffed. "You knew nothing, alright? There's no way I'd ever like you!"
He thought for a moment. "Well, same here!"
They walked toward each other as Cece said, "You are officially uninvited to my party!"
He gave her a look. "The party is already over, genius."
She glared at him. "Not next year's." She said cleverly, making him gape at her.
"Who said I even wanted to go?" He asked, now almost nose to nose with her.
"Well you wanted to go to this one, so I just assumed-"
"Well, you were wrong. Again!" He retorted.
She groaned in annoyance. "Ugh, just admit you like me and then leave!"
"I'll admit it when you admit your feelings for me first!" He said, looking down at her.
She continued to glare up at him when Flynn appeared, looking rather ticked off. "Do you guys know a way to be quiet?" He yelled.
"I know the perfect way!" Gunther exclaimed.
"So do I!" Cece said with just as much power.
And the next minute, they were kissing again. Flynn just stared at them, before sighing. "Finally, some peace and quiet." He began to go back to his room, but glanced over his shoulder at the couple.
"And I still don't get teenagers."
Okay, that was a lot to write! Haha
So, should I continue this? I'm not sure about it, but after seeing "Surprise It Up!" tonight I knew I had to write SOMETHING! So, yes or no?
Read&review because it makes me HAPPY! XD