AUTHOR'S NOTE PLEASE READ: I am rather bored, so I decided to write this. Please read everything in bold before you move on to reading the actual story. Also, if you have time, I highly recommend the story "House of Cards" by Alexandria Kennedy, which is on Fictionpress
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Title: Behind the Lies
Summary: Cecelia Jones and Raquel Bleu grew up knowing and loving their parents. What they do not know is that their parents are not who they think. The two girls were both adopted when they were only two months old; they had never even met their real parents. Accidently stumbling upon this fact, the girls want nothing more than to learn the truth of their past.
Tossed into a strange world of monsters and gods, Cecelia and Raquel learn that who they are may be more dangerous than who they thought they were. Once they are attacked by a monster they did not know could exist, the two are rescued by a dark-haired boy who takes them to a mysterious camp at the top of a hill.
When given a quest to find a lost demigod, one the girls finds themselves caught in a blurred line of good and evil as they choose which side to fight for in a threatening war.
Nothing can go wrong, right?
Additional Notes: This has LGBT content, though it might be very minor and will come in much later chapters. If you are not comfortable with this, then do not continue any further; simply either click the back button, or that red "x" button at the top right corner of your computer screen.
Pairings: Percy/Annabeth, Nico/Rocky, CeCe/OC, Bianca/CeCe
Rating: T, but may later be changed to M
Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up! or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. The only thing from this fanfic that I own is the OC.
Warning: I do not usually write in the present tense, so there may be a few spots where I accidently switch between present and past.
Title of Chapter: Whispers of the Truth
Point of View- Cecelia
Sunlight streams into my room through the curtain and my eyes open groggily. It takes me a few minutes to get my eyes adjusted to the bright light. Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I slowly rise to my feet and start for the door. The house is quiet, and I am sure that my brother and mother are still asleep. I always hate waking up earlier than everyone else on a Saturday morning.
As I walk into the living room, I hear a crash from outside. Opening my window, I look up and see that Rocky has jumped out onto the fire-escape. She climbs down the ladder silently, contradicting the ruckus she has just caused moments ago. I smile at her sleepily when she makes her way through the open window and takes a seat on the couch in my living room.
"Hey, CeCe, what's up?" she asks in her usual upbeat voice; however, this time, her voice does not sound as optimistic and cheerful as it always is. There is a hint of something that I cannot explain. It sounded as if she is upset or worried about something. Ignoring it, I answer her question.
"Nothing really; why are you up so early?" I question, my voice hoarse with fatigue. She shrugs once and makes her way over to my kitchen, pulling out a box of cereal from the cabinet. It is now that I notice the color has been drained from her face, and that my hair is messier than hers. Both of us look as if we have just awaken, which is actually true. However, she looks as if she has seen a ghost.
"CeCe…" Her voice disappears into the air just as the other words she says reach my ears. Everything freezes, including the beating of my heart. My eyes widen in such a way that I feel as though they are about to pop out of the sockets. What she is saying does not make sense; I will myself not to believe any of it.
Nothing about her words is logical; what she says is impossible—so impossible that I cannot even consider it being true for one second. Her mouth is moving but I cannot hear the words coming out. She places a hand in front of my face and waves it back and forth, but I can hardly see the blurred image in front of my eyes. Tears are pooling in both of our eyes as she speaks more inaudible words.
I do not know how this happens, but I am sitting on the floor and she has her arms wrapped around my neck. We are both trying not to cry, because we will draw the attention of my family if we do. As the two of us battle ourselves to gain control of our emotions, a cell phone goes off in the distance. Still, though, I can hear nothing.
"You're…lying…" I manage to say. She lets go of me and sadly shakes her head. "They…lied to us? All these years?"
Rocky nods and we help each other to our feet. The world around me starts back into slow motion before returning to its normal speed. I can hear everything around me; the birds chirping, my heavy breathing, Rocky's foot tapping ever so lightly tapping nervously against the floor. Trying to wrap my head around everything that Rocky just told me, I sit on my couch and think hard.
"So what now? Do we tell them that we know they've been lying? Are we supposed to ask them why they never told us we were both…you know…adopted?" I ask. The word is like poison; I feel as though just saying it is enough to kill me. I cannot understand why my mother and father would keep something as big as this from me.
Once again, Rocky shrugs. Someone would think that we are just making too much of a big deal out of this. It is something that I cannot handle, though. Knowing that my mother is not really my mother has already begun to tear me apart; I just want to know the truth.
Rocky stands and flattens her pajama shirt against her stomach. "We should talk to them about it later. Do you want to go to the movies or something first?" she wonders. I can tell that she is trying to clear both of our minds, but it is working. I nod once before she climbs back out the window to her own apartment, leaving me to get ready.