Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't written anything in a while, I've been busy. I wrote a SIU story in the past, but I deleted it because I felt it didn't really go anywhere. The same with my PinkieDash fanfic.

Oh, and just to let you guys know, this fanfic is and will stay T rated. The content describing Cece later in the chapter is probably as explicit as it will get. They're 14, for crying out loud!

Also I do not own Shake It Up or its characters.

Without further ado, here's Pinkie-Ponyluv232's newest story, Disco It Up!

"I-I really like you...Rocky...like, in a more-than-friends way..."

Rocky's eyes widened. Her heart raced, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"Cece..."

"Do you..." Cece's chocolate brown orbs met Rocky's.

"Do you like me too?"

"Yes, of course I do. More than anybody else...and I promise, I'll never leave you."

The two girls took each other into their arms. Their hearts beat as one, and their lips were almost meeting...

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

"Aaaaagh!" Rocky Blue screamed, as she landed with a hard thud out of bed. She groaned in pain and groped around her side table to turn off the alarm clock. She looked at the time. It was 7:00, Saturday, the day she and Cece were going to meet with the other dancers of Shake it Up, Chicago! at the studio. The meeting was at 8, but she wanted to have plenty of time to get ready before then.

Rocky lazily trudged over to the kitchen for a glass of water. She felt unusually warm all over, despite the fact that the AC was on at full blast.

This wasn't the first time she'd had weird dreams involving her best friend, but "weird" usually meant the two skipping through fields with a rainbow polar bear or eating a lamp made of chocolate. Rocky couldn't think of any adjectives that could describe this dream. And Raquel Oprah Blue knew lots of adjectives. How else could she be acing English?

"I do not like Cece like that. Sure, Cece is really nice and she is pretty, but we friends. Friends don't have romantic dreams about each other and imagine each other kissing." Rocky said to herself. She got her bizarre ("There's the right word! Bizarre.") dream out of her mind and focused on eating breakfast, and what would the next week would have in store on Shake It Up, Chicago!

Suddenly, Rocky heard a series of rapid taps on he window. She looked through her window to see Cece climb through it.

"Hey, Rocks!" said the redhead cheerfully.

Cece wore a small purple "Shake It Up, Chicago!" t-shirt and a pair of white panties with a pink heart right over her crotch. "How subtle," Rocky would have thought, had she not been distracted by how the t-shirt and underwear hugged Cece's pubescent girl parts.

"Cece!" yelled Rocky, blushing, "You can't just go out half-naked!"

"Relax Rocky, nobody saw. Plus, it's way to hot outside to be wearing pants."

Cece strode over to the fridge to fetch some milk.

"God, Rocky, stop being so weird. You like guys, remember? Not Cece. Guys."

Rocky's inner thoughts stopped abruptly when she turned her head towards the fridge.

"Where the heck is the milk?" Cece said to herself.

Cece's underwear-clad butt was sticking out as she rummaged through the fridge, wagging from side to side a bit involuntarily. Rocky quickly snapped her head away. Her face must have been doing an impression of a chile pepper at that moment, because it was burning.

"You know what?" asked Rocky, her voice cracking on the word "know", "Why don't we get takeout?"

Cece and Rocky walked to a local Starbucks for breakfast pastries and iced coffee. They got their orders and sat at a small table outside. Cece still wore her pajama t-shirt (with a bra, thankfully) and she wore a pair of jean shorts. Rocky wore jean shorts as well, with a green over-the-shoulder tee and a beanie. After taking a sip of her coffee, Cece spoke up.

"Rocky, what's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're acting weird, like you're hiding something from me..."

Rocky said nothing. Cece rested a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Rocky, you know you can tell me anything. I'm your best friend, and always will be."

I'm your best friend, and always will be. Rocky's heart sank a little when she heard that. But Cece was right. They were best friends. It wasn't worth it to ruin that friendship over something like a little crush. Rocky nodded.

"It's ok, Cece. I just...had a bad dream this morning. I was just more distant because I was getting over it, that's all."

"Oh, Rocks, it's ok," Cece said sympathetically as she hugged her friend, "You don't have to be embarassed. No matter what secrets you have, I won't ever hate you."

"Well, unless I killed somebody," Rocky laughed.

"Yeah, that would be bad!" giggled Cece. She checked her phone. "Oh, we should probably catch a cab now. It's 7:45."

Rocky agreed and the two girls walked to the edge of the street to hail a cab.

"Yeah," though Rocky, "We're BFFs. And I'm perfectly happy with that."