Chapter 1: Plot

Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up or any of the Characters, but I do own this laptop.

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first supernatural story for Shake It Up. I hope you guys love vampires, because I know I do. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys.

Hello, my name is Cecelia Jones. However, I do prefer to be called CeCe, and that's what everybody calls me. I'm from Colombia, Florida, born and raise there.

I love shopping, dancing and acting. Although, I'm don't do so good at school and I'm not very good at sports.

I do have a secret that I've been keeping from everybody ever since I was a little girl. I am dyslexic. Sometimes I get letters confuse and it makes it harder for me to read. It also affects my dancing sometimes. However, I still practice every day into I get it right.

Life hasn't been that easy for me ever since my parents and brother died in a car crash 5 years ago. So I basically became an orphan ever since.

I've been from foster family to foster family, and still haven't found my home. Now, this family from Chicago, Illinois volunteers to take me in. I hoping that they are nice people and maybe I could stay there permanently. After all, I am 16 year old and a girl gets tired of moving around all the damn time.

Saturday

"Are you Cecelia Jones?"

"Yes, but you can call me CeCe for short." I reply, shaking her hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you CeCe. I'm Marcie Blue and I'm your new foster mother." She explains.

I nod.

"Let's get you home." She says, taking my luggage.

"How was your plane ride?" Marcie asks.

"It was fine. The flight attendants were very nice to me." I reply.

Marcie giggles, "Oh sweetie, they're supposed to be nice to you. That's their job."

"Where do you live Mrs. Blue?"

"Please just call me Marcie or mom. Whatever is more convenient for you?" She says, giggling again.

Wow, this lady really does have a wierd laugh. I wonder what her husband and children sound like.

"Anyways, we live in a family house just 5 miles from here." she explains.

"Do I get my own room?" I ask.

"Well of course sweetie. We got the room all set up and ready for you. I hope you like it. My daughter Raquel decorated."

I snort, "What kind of name is Raquel?"

"Raquel is a straight "A" student. She volunteers with helping the needy and sick children. She wants to become a doctor just like her father and she very friendly. I'm sure you and Raquel with get along just fine." She giggles.

"Kill me." I mumble to myself.

"What did you say sweetie?"

"Nothing." I reply.

We arrive 10 minutes later to a beautiful brick house just off the parkway. I don't remember the last time I've been at a place like this. The whole neighborhood was beautiful. There were trees and flowers everywhere. Kids laughing and playing like it's nobody business. There were even elderly people sitting on their porch admiring each moment they have left of their lives.

Although, there was only one thing that troubled me a bit, it was that weird house across the street from the Blue's home. This house wasn't like any of the other house in the neighborhood. It was dark and gloomy with a steal black fence around it. It even had a gate to prevent anybody from trust passing. I thought it was extremely creepy because it didn't look like any of the other houses.

"Come on CeCe. Let's get you inside." Marcie says, helping me with my bags. "Curtis, Ty, Raquel, our guest is here!" she shouts.

"I'm coming mom!" Raquel yells, running downstairs. "Hi, I'm Raquel." She says, shaking my hand.

"I'm CeCe." I reply.

"That's weird. I thought they said that your name was Cecelia?" she asks.

"It is Cecelia. CeCe is for short."

"Oh! That explains it then." Raquel says, smiling.

"What up mom? You called me?" Ty asks.

"Yes I did Ty. This is CeCe." Marcie replies.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you CeCe." he says, kissing my hand.

I blush, "It's nice to me you too Ty."

"This must be our new daughter." Curtis says, walking inside the room. "I'm Mr. Blue, but you can call me Curtis or dad. It's up to you and don't be afraid to ask me anything."

"Okay." I chuckle.

"Raquel, will you please show Cecelia up to her room." Curtis says.

"Right away daddy." She replies. "Come on CeCe."

"This is your room." Raquel says, opening the door. "I decorated it up for you. So I hope you don't mind." Raquel says.

"It's great Rocky." I say.

She giggles, "My name is Raquel not Rocky."

"Well I think Rocky sounds better and that's what I'm going to call you."

"But my name is Raquel."

"Trust me, you'll get used to the name Rocky."

"Rocky." Ty says, walking inside the room. "I'm starting to like this girl."

"See! He agrees with me." I say.

"I guess it does sound kind of nice." Rocky says.

"I knew you would. Rocky, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." I say, putting my arm around her.

"You think so? I wouldn't mind that." She says.

"So how old are you CeCe?" Ty asks.

"I'm 16, but my birthday is in June." I reply.

"That's 3 months from now. I'm definitely throwing you a birthday party." Rocky says.

"That sounds like a plan. Since I haven't had one in over 5 years." I say.

"Oh, I'm sorry about what happen to your family. It was really sad and I give you my blessing." She says.

"Yeah, me too." Ty says.

"It's okay. I really don't like to talk about it. So, how old are you guys?"

"I'm 17 years old and I'm 11th grade like you." Rocky replies.

"I'm 18 going on 19 this summer." Ty replies.

"Really? Are you in college?" I ask.

"Yeah." He replies.

"What do you study?"

"I'm studying to become lawyer, even though I really want to become a rapper." Ty replies..

"I want to be a dancer, but my dad wants me to become a doctor. So I don't bother to tell him that I love dance. It's would be a waste of time." Rocky says

"Wait, you like to dance?" I ask.

"Oh yeah. Both Ty and I love dancing, and we're really good at it." Rocky replies.

"What a coincidence, because I love dancing too." I say.

"Awesome! Maybe you and I could practice sometimes." Rocky says, in excitement.

"I would love that." I reply, excitedly.

"Girls." Ty says, shaking his head.

"Can I ask you guys a question?" I ask.

"Yeah sure." Rocky replies.

"You can ask me anything you want beautiful." Ty replies.

"Who lives in that creepy ugly big house across the street?"

"Oh, the Hessenheffers live there. Apparently they're like from the old country or something." Rocky explains.

"Their last name sounds…"

"Foreign? Oh yeah it's foreign." Rocky says. "They have 5 kids and 3 of them go to school with me. I heard the father owns a extremely big butcher shop and the mother is a home designer. I don't even know how they can afford a big place like that."

"Well I heard that 3 of their kids are their adopted niece and nephews. I can't really tell because they all look alike." Ty says.

"How old are their kids?" I ask.

"Two of them our 17, the other two are 18 and one of them is 15." Rocky replies.

"Watch out for the 15 year old. He scares me." Ty says.

"Are they a least friendly people?"

"The parents seem friendly, but their kids are certainly not so friendly." Rocky replies.

"They're loners and weirdoes if you ask me." Ty says.

"Oh." I say.

"Kids! Come downstairs and eat!" Marcie yells.

"Coming!" We all shout.

(Sunday)

"I'm having so much fun here Rocky." I say, walking outside the house.

"Good! That means I'm doing a good job." Rocky grins.

"Who's that?" I ask, looking across the street.

"Oh, that's Gunther Hessenheffer."

"He's hot." I say, looking over at him again.

"Don't look at him! I heard that one time he stabbed someone for peeking at him."

I snort, "That's nonsense Rocky. He would be in prison right now if he stabbed somebody, duh."

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"I'm going over there to talk to him." I reply, and walked across the street.

"CeCe! Get back here." Rocky whispers.

"Hi, I'm CeCe Jones." I say, flipping my hair. "What's your name?"

Gunther slowly glances up at me with a serious expression on his face. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Well you're my new neighbor and I was only trying to be friendly."

"Darling, does it look I'm your average friendly neighbor you can just walk up to and the next thing you know where friends?" he asks.

"Yes Exactly." I reply, with a smile. "So are we friends?

"No! You should listen to your friend over there. She might be right."

"Wait, what are you talking about and how did you even hear our conversation?"

"That is private information, and next time you'll think twice before you coming over here to talk to me." He replies.

"Gunther! Are you out there?!" Tinka shouts.

"Yes! I'll be there in a minute sister twin!" he shouts back. "You have a nice day CeCe." he says, winking at me.

"Oh yeah! Well you have a nice day too asshole!" I shout.

"How did it go?" Rocky asks.

"He was a total asshole."

"Yeah I know. A lot of girls at school try to talk to him before, but he shuts them all down." She explains.

"How can a jerk like him come in such a cute package?"

"CeCe." she says, holding my shoulder. "A lot of jerks come in cute packages. Sorry to break it to you."

"I can see that now Rocky. Wait, did you just say that he goes to our school?"

"Yes, he and his sister Tinka attendants our school."

"Uh-huh." I say, thinking.

"Okay, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about what I'm going to wear tomorrow with those brand new shoes your mom bought me."

"Nice try CeCe. You are thinking about something else. I can feel it."

I roll my eyes, "Okay, so maybe I want to show this asshole what he's missing out on."

Rocky laughs, "Your joking with me right? You're seriously still thinking about getting his attention even though he was a jerk to you?"

"Rocky, there is good in everybody, and I see it in Gunther. He wasn't exactly mean to me. He was more forward with his word and polite."

Rocky eyes widen, "What does that even mean?"

"It means, somewhere in there he has a good heart. He even wink at me Rocky."

"That's the worst load of crap I ever heard in my life." She says, shaking her head.

"Whatever. You say green and I say orange. At the end of the day, I will be the one with the new boyfriend."

"You want to bet on it?" she asks.

"Sure, what you got?"

"If you don't get Gunther to go out with you by the end of school year. You have to do my chores for the whole summer."

I nod, "You drive a hard bargain Rocky. But I'm in."

"I'm glad you agree. Shake hands." She says.

"Shake hands." I say, shaking her hand.

I look one last time across the street into the Hessenheffers house. There stood Gunther in the window staring at me. It was like we were connected in a way I could only understand. I wave to him one last time and he closed the blinds. Something was seriously up with the Hessenheffers.

A/N: How was that for a first chapter? Please leave me a review and tell me what you think. Later.