This is my first shot at writing, so hopefully it doesn't suck too much. I got the inspiration after watching the first episode of Shake It Up! on Disney, and I just had to put it into words, it was driving me crazy. But the chemistry the two share was palpable- even through a computer. But I guess I'm a sucka for Disney femmslash, they've got the best pairings.

But yea, I don't own the rights to Shake It Up!, but i sure as hell wish I did.

I can't believe I just did that, got up in front of a crowd like this and danced that well. I will admit I wouldn't have had the courage to do this if it wasn't for my best friend, and secret crush, Cece Jones. We have been best friends our whole lives, living in the tough streets of Downtown Chicago. They always say that opposites attract and I guess that's how you could characterize our friendship, I'm the good girl, good grades, honors classes, all that. She's the risk taker, she's not dumb, she just doesn't have an appeal for school and is always just looking for a good time. I guess that's why I've started to fall in love with her, she fills the part of my life that I've lacked, adventure and risk taking. In fact she's the reason I'm auditioning for Shake It Up Chicago.

"I'm sorry but, I'm afraid you're…" Gary Wilde, the host of Shake It Up started. As soon as I heard that I started to choke up, I knew this wasn't a good idea. Why does Cece have to push me into situations that I won't succeed, "IN!" wait what? I'm in?

"Seriously? I'm in? I'm gonna be on the show every week?" I babbled on like an idiot. Gotta calm down and collect myself and salvage any of the pride I have left, especially since Cece literally had to throw me onto the stage. "Thanks Gar." I say coolly as I walk off the stage.

As I'm walking off the stage towards the girl I secretly love, I get lost staring into the beautiful deep brown eyes and watching her jump up and down as part one of our plan to become professional dancers has taken shape, me getting on the show. "You hear that? I called him Gar." I laugh out to try to calm myself down.

From behind me, I hear Gary call out Cece as our next dancer.

I suddenly feel like I, of all people, have to say something to help her confidence. "Just remember, don't get nervous, it's not as scary as it looks." Wow! How cliché is that?

"Nervous? I've been waiting for this my whole life." She says confidently. God I wish I were like that, then I'd be able to take the one risk I've wanted to take for the last year, to tell Cece I love her. The problem is, she's as straight as a ruler and I'm afraid that if I tell her, she'll be repulsed by me and not want to be friends with me, and that fear alone is enough to outweigh the positive result of her having the same feelings in return. As I watch her swing her hips as she walks up on stage, I fight the urge to just run up and give her a kiss good luck.

"Ahh. Young. Funky. Great look. You're perfect." Gary states the obvious about her, just part of what I love about her. He forgot about beautiful, fun, kind, and adventurous. "Now if you can just dance without falling on your butt, you're in."

As the lights went out, the spotlight on, and the music started, I saw what I feared the most, Cece freeze. She was just standing there like a fence post. Everyone around me started to laugh, quietly thank god, but they were laughing at her none-the-less, and part of me got really pissed at all of them for it.

"Cece, haha, ya gotta dance," I say as I walk up onto the stage towards her to try and get her moving.

"Can't… dance… might… fall on butt," she says, trying to turn and hide from the spotlight, but not doing a really good job of it.

"But Gary said you were perfect."

"Yea… no pressure there."

"Just remember, picture someone naked."

"I am picturing someone naked, BUT ITS ME!" If only, but then again, that's only something I'd want us to do in a private setting, not in front of this many people.

"Tik-tok, is she going to dance or not?" Gary harassed.

That's when I knew what I had to do, even if it makes us both look stupid, I just hope she forgives me for it. "Oh she's going to dance."

I walk behind Cece and take her wrists in my hand. The next few minutes are most excrutiating minutes of my life, as I'm putting my own spot on the show at risk to try and help Cece get going. I start puppet dancing her, starting with some weak '70s disco move, then a couple spins, and from then on it was stuff that I don't even remember what I was trying to do, I was too distracted by the fact that I was holding the most beautiful girl in my arms, trying to support her in the only way I knew how at the moment.

"Sorry kid," Gary said as he walked up. He snapped his fingers and the music stopped and the lights turned on, and it was over, being on this show, would not be fun, not with Cece here to be on it with me.

"Bu-bu-but Gary! She's got the look!" I say as out of desperation, taking a few steps towards him, leaving Cece alone, with everyone looking at her, silently laughing at her, and I immediately regretted it. She looked about the crowd around the stage, then just stared at me, I didn't know if she was sad or angry at or exactly why, so I say under my breath so only she would understand, "Did I help?"

"No…" she immediately looked down and took off.

"Cece wait!" I say as I run after her. After I saw her run outside to the bench outside the studio, I decided to go get our stuff so we could go right home and she wouldn't have to go back and face everyone in the studio.

I walked back outside carrying both our bags and stop before I get to the bench, just to give her some room. "You alright?"

She looks at me and instantly my heart breaks because shes crying and all I want to do is share the pain so she doesn't have to go through this by herself, if only I didn't make the show either, maybe this wouldn't be so hard. "No Rocky, I'm not alright. I froze up there. That was the most embarrassing day off my life. I walk around thinking 'I'm so cool', but in real life… I'm a loser."

That statement right there started to get my blood boiling, no way is the woman I love a loser. "That is ridiculous! I can't remember one time that you ever acted like a loser."

"Really? Remember when we were at camp and I wanted to race those canoes?"

I knew she would bring this up, she always does, "They were really unstable."

"NOOOO, I'm really unstable," she says as she points up to herself. I reach out and brush some of her delicately soft hazel hair off her face, hoping to convey comfort to her. "I tipped over the canoe, cut my lip, and my top came off."

"Cece, you were ten, nobody even knew you were a girl." I did though, and that's one of my private favorite memories of our friendship.

She stared at me wide eyed and said "I KNEEEEW!" God I love how she elongates words like that when she's trying to make a point.

"Sorry."

"I'm a loser."

"Stop it! The girl I love is not a loser-" I say before I realize what I'm saying.

"Wh-what did you just say?" she asks staring at me. I'm so embarrassed and afraid that I can't even look her in the eyes. I start crying because I think I just brought on the end of our friendship.

"Rocky, look at me." She says as she grabs my chin and tilts my head up towards her. I let her, but I try to look anywhere but her eyes. The next thing that happened surprised me the most, the most delicate set of lips found contact with my own. It was pure bliss, the only thing I wanted the rest of my life, Cece, was returning the feelings I've hidden from her for too long. But as soon as it started, she pulled away, and I felt cold, even in the unusually warm Chicago September weather. Then the question popped into my head.

"How long have you-" she didn't let me finish, she put her lips back to mine and we kissed more passionately for what seemed like hours but was really just long enough for us to have to break apart for air, after committing ourselves to each other. And at this time, I took the chance to finish my earlier thought, "-how long have you felt this way about me?"

"Since the year I tried to race the canoes at camp actually. I had started to develop stronger feelings for you before we went to camp, and when you were the only one who didn't laugh after my canoe accident, I settled that it was love. But it was too afraid that if I had told you, you wouldn't feel the same and wouldn't want to be friends anymore…"

"I felt the same way, that you'd be repulsed and not want to see me anymore…" I say, bringing back my fears of being rejected and suddenly started to close up again. Cece saw this and took it upon herself to make sure that doesn't happen by leaned in for another kiss. This one didn't last as long, but it's just what I needed. "I love you, Cece."

"I love you too, Rocky."

With that, we went back to Cece's apartment and spent the first of many nights sleeping in each other's arms.

So that's it, the endings feels kinda rushed, I know, but like I said, first shot at writing. I'm thinking about writing it in Cece's POV and then maybe, MAYBE, continuing it as a full story, just gotta develop some ideas for the story. Please review, but go easy on the flames, I'm a rookie.

Peace,

Bees