Hey y'all! Ok, I know I disappeared off the face of the planet, but I had this idea forever now and wanted to post it.

WARNING: ReCe - Don't like, don't read. Also, I own nothing.

(CeCe's POV)

The bell rang and my BFF, Rocky Blue, was waiting outside my math classroom with a grin as I walked out with my workbook that had my test.

"So...How'd ya do?" Rocky asked excitedly. I faked a smile.

"Well, uh, funny story. There was a guy next to me who fell asleep taking the test..." I started.

"Yeah..." My smile disappeared.

"He did better than I did." I said, showing Rocky my test.

"Ohh, a D..." Rocky took my book. "So that's what those look like..." I snatched my book back.

"Rocky, this isn't funny. This means I need at least...a B or I'm off Shake It Up, Chicago."

'Get your grade up, or you're off the show.'

Even the thought of my mother's words made me cringe. I walked with Rocky to my locker. Rocky looked around and spotted our friend, Deuce, and called him over.

"What can I do for ya, ladies?" Deuce asked

"CeCe needs a math tutor." Rocky said.

"Don't bother. I'm hopeless." I said, closing my locker. Rocky gave me a look and crossed her arms before looking back at Deuce.

"Ok, let me consult my files..." Deuce said, pulling out a thick stack of business cards, naming them of as he read through the cards. Rocky snickered when he read off the Horse Whisperer card and tossed it aside.

"Ah, math tutor. Henry Dillan."

"Boring name." I said, leaning against my locker and looking away from Deuce. Rocky raised an eyebrow at me.

"He's a genius." Deuce continued.

"Whatever." I said, still not looking at him. Rocky crossed her arms.

"College guy." Deuce finished. That sparked my interest.

"Well, I do need a tutor." I said, taking the card. Rocky smacked her forehead and sighed, knowing what I meant.

"Let's just go call this guy." Rocky muttered, rolling her eyes. I raised an eyebrow as I followed her out. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a little bitter...

(Rocky's POV)

I led the way to CeCe's apartment quietly. I didn't know what came over me at school. I mean, CeCe was just being CeCe. I guess I'm just a little jealous that CeCe didn't ask me to tutor her. I'm her BFF...Ok, maybe I have a little crush on CeCe, but come on. Who doesn't? I guess I really can't say anything about not tutoring CeCe because getting her one was my idea.

"Rocky, are you ok? You're awfully quiet." CeCe said, breaking the silence between us.

"Yeah, I'm fine Ce." I smiled at her. CeCe slowly nodded, stepping in front of me and unlocking her apartment door, leading the way in. We both went to the couch and dropped our bookbags on the floor, sitting down. CeCe pulled out the business card Deuce gave her, looking at it.

"I don't know, Rocks. Can't you try to tutor me?" I took the card and pulled out my phone. CeCe raised an eyebrow.

"CeCe, Deuce said this guy's a genius. You'll thank me when you ace your next test." I said. CeCe's face lit up.

"Thanks for the faith and confidence." She said. I smiled back.

"Anytime." I said, smiling again as she hugged me. I hugged her back. I admit, the hug lasted longer than really necessary, but I didn't care. When our hug ended, I dialed this Henry Dillan guy's number, putting the phone up to my ear.

(CeCe's POV)

I was standing in front of the mirror a few hours later, getting ready for Henry to come over. I smiled, laughing,

"Now my pits are kissable." I laughed again, speaking after I had just sprayed breath spray on my underarms. Rocky rolled her eyes.

"CeCe, this guy is coming to tutor you. Not date you." She said, slightly annoyed. I walked over to the coffee table and picked up my water bottle.

"I know. I just hope he's willing to wait 5 years because now would be totally inappropriate." I said. Rocky shook her head as I heard a knock on the door. I skipped over to the door.

"Please be a little cute. Please be a little cute!" I said as I opened the door, staying behind it so Henry couldn't see me. Rocky snickered and covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

"Well...He's little." Rocky snickered again. Confused, I walked from behind the door to look at Henry, seeing a scrawny little blonde boy in a sweater vest standing at the door. The worst part: he looked like he was Flynn's age!

"Oh, no." I muttered, rubbing the back of my head.

"Hello. I am Henry Dillan." The little boy said, letting himself in, setting his stuff down on the coffee table. "Which of you is CeCe Jones?" I raised my hand. Henry nodded, looking at Rocky.

"And you are..."

"Oh, I'm Rocky. I'm CeCe's best fri—"

"Good. Please leave. We have a lot of work to do." Henry cut her off. Rocky gave him a shocked look. The look on her face said it all: Rude! I smiled softly at her and she smiled back, waving as she left through the door.

And so it begins...

(CeCe's POV)

After the show, Rocky and I made a beeline for my apartment. We were late getting out and were late meeting Henry for my tutor session. I quickly unlocked the door and stormed in.

"Hey, sorry I'm—"

"Die! Die! Die!" Henry and Flynn exclaimed. They were both playing a video game and Henry's hair was spiked like Flynn's. Now that I look, Henry was wearing Flynn's clothes. Rocky looked at me and saw the horrified look on my face. Setting my bag on the table, I walked over to the boys.

"What is going on here?!" I demanded. Neither boy looked at me and kept their eyes glued on the screen.

"Be with you in a sec, Red. Gotta get some zombie guts outta my monster truck." Henry said, taking a sip out of a juice box, crushed it against his head when it was empty and tossed to the floor behind him. I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.

"Flynn, you broke my tutor." I said, walking over to Rocky. "Rocky, he broke my tutor." I repeated, pointing to Flynn. Rocky crossed her arms.

"He's not broken..." Rocky said reassuringly.

"Yo, Rocks, see if ya can fry us up a little bacon." Henry said, eyes still glued to the TV screen.

"Oh, he's broken." Rocky said, glaring at the boys.

"Yeah. Broken every record in Brain Eaters 3. Boom!" Flynn grinned, fist pounding with Henry. I looked at Rocky with a worried expression.

"But, I need him. I've been doing so good, my teacher thought I was cheating!" I said excitedly before regaining my serious expression. "I have that test on Monday, and I can't pass it without him." Flynn looked up and smirked at us.

"We shared hair gel. He's mine now." He laughed. I looked from Flynn to Rocky again.

"Great. Just great. I'm going to fail and be off the show." I said with panicked sarcasm, turning and walking away.

"Whoa, whoa, wait! Wait!" Rocky said, grabbing my wrist and stopping me. "I can help you." Henry paused the game and scoffed at Rocky.

"Yeah. Good luck with that." He said. Rocky chuckled.

"I may not be a freaky boy genius, but I am in Honor's Math. I can teach her." Rocky scoffed back.

"I doubt you know how to teach Dyslexics." Henry said. My eyes widened slightly and paled. Rocky glanced at me before looking at Henry, crossing her arms.

"Wh-who's Dyslexic?" Rocky asked.

"CeCe." Henry answered bluntly. My heart stopped.

"How did you know that?" I asked shakily.

"Because my brother is Dyslexic and I tutor him. That's how I know to teach you." Henry said. Rocky looked at me with a shocked expression, but I could see that she was hurt that she was just now finding out about this. I looked at Flynn and Henry and they were looking at me two, everyone in silence. I was near tears and scared out of my mind.

"Stop staring at me..." I said, glancing at Rocky one more time before running to the door.

"CeCe, wait!" I heard Rocky call from behind me, but I didn't stop. I kept running until I was outside, sitting on the porch.

(Rocky's POV)

I ran as fast as I could to keep up with CeCe. For a girl who hates taking gym class, she can run fast. I ran outside and saw CeCe sitting on the steps.

"What is going on? Why didn't you tell me you had Dyslexia?" I demanded.

"I was too embarrassed." CeCe said softly, not looking at me.

"I'm your best friend. I know every embarrassing thing about you. And there's a lot." I said. CeCe glanced at me and rolled her eyes. That's when I realized she was crying. I stepped closer to her so that I was standing beside her.

"I know that you sometimes sleep with your baby blanket. I-I know you still can't get on some of the Big Kid rides at the park. CeCe, this isn't something that you need to be embarrassed about." I said.

"How do you know?" CeCe snapped, sniffling. "I see letters and sometimes it just looks like Alphabet Soup! I wake up every day terrified that I might have to read something out loud." She said, looking at me. I sat down next to her.

"I didn't know that." I said softly.

"Because I didn't want you to know." CeCe said. "I didn't want anyone to know." I shook my head, confused.

"Why does it matter?" I asked. CeCe looked at me again.

"Because people can be mean. Especially if they find out you have some kind of weird disorder."

"It's not a weird disorder! Millions of people have it." I defended.

"Yeah, but Rocky, sometimes it affects my dancing. Left and right just gets jumbled up in my head and I can't do anything about it!" CeCe's eyes started welling with tears. "And then I think: Who am I kidding? I'm never going to be a good as any of the other dancers." CeCe burst into tears, laying her head on my lap. I was shocked at what she said, but I rubbed her back softly, letting her cry for a moment.

"CeCe, stop. Stop." I said, making her sit up. When she looked at me, I brushed her fire red hair out of her face. "You know what that Dyslexia says about you? That you're twice as tough as I thought you were." CeCe smiled softly, wiping her eyes.

"Really?" She asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. Ya know, everyone has some kind of baggage that they hafta carry around their whole life. And yours is Dyslexia." I smiled at her, rubbing her knee softly. CeCe tilted her head slightly to the side.

"What's yours?" she asked.

"My enormous feet." I pulled a face. CeCe rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but that's not so bad." she said. I lifted my foot so that it was resting on my knee.

"I'm wearing my brother's shoes." I said.

"At least you get picked first in kickball." CeCe said innocently, giving me an innocent look to match her tone. I thought for a moment and smiled, nodding in agreement before rubbing her knee again.

"Look, there is nothing in this world that you can't tell me. You can trust me with any secret." I said.

"I know." CeCe smiled and hugged me. "You can trust me too." I rubbed her shoulder softly. It's now or never.

"Good, 'cause here's a secret..." I looked at CeCe and kissed her softly. I pulled away after a moment and saw CeCe's surprised expression. Then she she surprised me by smiling.

"I love you too, Rockstar." CeCe said, kissing me this time. I smiled against her lips and kissed her back, pulling back when I saw Deuce in his boxers and tank top.

"Deuce, where are your clothes?" I asked. Deuce didn't look at us and just kept walking.

"Mind you're own business. You're just lucky we thumb wrestled and I won back my underwear..." He said. CeCe and I both pulled a face before kissing again after he left.

So, what'd y'all think? First time writting any kinda slash, so please be kind. 'Till then. : )