Chapter 1: Dance Moms?
You know what I realized? People take small things for granted. They don't realize how important some things really are. Say, for instance, a glass of water. People take that for granted. Some might say, 'Oh, no. My glass is empty. I'll just refill it, no big deal.' They're wrong. Getting water is a huge process. Then again, everything in life is. It may be easy for somebody to access water in their homes, but to actually get it to their homes is a way harder task.
Telling the truth is hard, too. I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I'm going to tell her I like her. Cecelia Jones is the most beautiful girl alive. I love her with all my heart, yet I feel odd. I'm a girl, she's a girl. It's pretty much everything against the ways of life. Men were put on the planet to be with women, right? Cece is no man. I've liked boys before, but never like how I love Cece.
I sit on my bed with a two feelings—confidence, and absolute terror. Come on, Rocky. You've held this in for years. You have to tell her sooner or later, the confident side of me thinks. Don't tell her. She'll think you're a freak. She's straight as an arrow. She'll never like you, the mortified side of me screams. I wish both of them would shut up. I'm about to make up my mind when my phone buzzes.
Cece: hey, rocks :) wanna hang out?
I gulp. Is this the right time to tell her? I think I'll probably explode if I hide this any longer. I sigh in defeat; pick up my phone, and reply.
Me: sure, be there in a sec, c. hey, when I get there, I gotta tell u something…
Cece: Sec…C…sounds like sexy lolz! But…sure, I'll c u in a bit ;)
I look at myself in the mirror. I realize I don't have any make up on. I reach for my make up bag when Cece's voice rings through my head.
Rocky, don't wear make up. You're so much prettier without it.
Again, I listen to Cece and decide against putting on make up. I check my phone for the time, and I realize it's pretty late, almost 9 PM. I wonder why Cece would want me at her house at 9 PM, and on a school night, too (not like she cared)?
I enter Cece's apartment through the window, as usual.
"Hey, hey, hey!" I say cheerfully.
"Hey, Rocky!" she says beaming. She checks her phone, and her eyes widen. "Oh my gosh, Rocky! Get your butt over here!"
"What is it?" I look at the TV and see the words Previously on Dance Moms… "Oh," I say foolishly. It's 9 PM on Tuesday. The new episode of Dance Moms is on. It's Cece's favorite show, next to Shake it Up! Chicago. I stare at the screen. According to the TV, in the last episode, the ALDC Competition Team welcomed a new member…Peyton. She was cute, fourteen, which is how old Cece and I are, and she was tall, like me. That was the problem. She was way too tall for this group. The newest mom, Jill, agrees and thinks she is stealing Kendall's spotlight. It's all scripted. The drama between these mothers is infuriating.
"Cece," I whisper, knowing she'll be into this show as much as I'm into her, "why do you even like this show? The dances are amazing, and they're all cute, but the show is downright stupid. These mothers need therapy, I swear…"
"Shut up, Rocky!" she hisses. I guess I' m a little hurt, but then again, she is really into this stuff. "Eeeeeee!" she cheers. Abby just revealed the dancer on top of the pyramid. It's not Peyton, it's…Brooke. She tried out for cheerleading but she came back to dance. "I knew Brooke would come back, I just knew it!"
I sit through the entire hour of this show, and I know understand why Cece likes it. It's very entertaining, and the dancers are really good for their age. However, Maddie seems to be getting the most attention, and Abby is pretty much neglecting the other dancers. And don't even get me started with the crazy mothers.
But then, we see the end, and on the screen appears Next on Dance Moms… Abby is on the phone with somebody, and all Cece and I hear is the word "explosion". Then Holly is trying to comfort Nia, and Jill tells Kendall she can't dance because the judges didn't approve of the costumes. Finally, they show a part of Maddie's solo, where she does an aerial, but falls and hurts her leg. It ends with Melissa carrying Maddie to a doctor.
"No!" Cece yells. "Maddie gets hurt!"
"That's horrible," I gasp. "Text me when it's on next week, okay?" I get up, as if to leave, when something stops me. First, I remember I still haven't told Cece that I had a crush on her. Second, Cece grabs my arm and squeals.
"You can't leave, Rocks," she says, and for some reason she looks on the verge of tears.
"Cece, I live in the same building as you," I remind her.
Now she starts crying and grabs my shoulders. "You have to promise me that you'll never do a stunt as dangerous as Maddie," she says through tears.
"Hah," I laugh. "Yeah, I'm not that flexible, so don't expect it."
"I'm serious, Rocky. I don't ever want to see you hurt like that. Promise me," she says.
"I promise," I whisper.
"Okay, good. Hey, wanna sleep over?" she asks, returning to her bubbly self.
"On a school night?" I ask, wondering if she knows I've had perfect attendance since forever, and I'm not about to jeopardize that.
"Yeah, why not? I'll wake up extraearly so we can both get ready."
"Fine," I say. On the outside, I look annoyed. But on the inside, I'm screaming with happiness. "It's pretty late, shouldn't we go to sleep?"
"I guess," she agrees. "Wait. You said you wanted to tell me something."
My eyes widen. "I-It can wait until tomorrow," I say. We climb into her bed. "Night, Cece."
"Night, Rocky. Love you."
Wait, what did she just say?
~The Next Day~
Sleeping over Cece's wasn't such a bad idea after all. She did wake up really early, around 5 AM. That gave me enough time to get dressed in the comfort of my own home, and get to Cece's in time for breakfast.
When we get to school, I still don't tell Cece what I wanted to say. The bell rings, and we head to first period.
It isn't until the end of the day, or seventh period, when I realize my diary is missing. All kinds of thoughts go through my mind, but the biggest one is WHY DID I BRING IT TO SCHOOL? Now I'm worried that whoever has it is going to know that I, Raquel Alexandra Blue, like Cecelia Amanda Jones. I look around frantically, but it's nowhere in sight.
I'm about to give up when the announcement bell rings through the hallways. I hear Gunther and Tinka's voices. Great, I think.
"Hello baybees," Gunther says. "I have a little surprise for you!"
"Ju vill be most excited!" Tinka says in the same tone.
"Ve vill be reading the diary of our very own Rocky Blue!" Gunther cheers.
"They have my diary!" I cry, on the verge of tears.
"Oh, how I love Cece Jones. She is beautiful. Her hair reminds me of fire, bright, but dangerous, yet beautiful all in one! I really wish I could tell her I loved her, but it hurts. It's amazing when she dances on Shake it Up! Chicago. I wish I were as good as her! Aw, how sveet!" Tinka mocks.
I can only imagine the look on Cece's face as she hears this. I don't care what the other kids will say, and then it happens. Cece looks at me from across the hall.
"Rocky…" she calls.
I run out of the school. I don't plan on coming back, perfect attendance or not.
A/N: Hey guys! I'm new to this whole thing, but…well, here's the first chapter. Should I make more? Was it good? Was it bad? Please let me know with a review! By the way, I don't own Shake it Up or Dance Moms. Please let me know what you think! :) C yinz later!
