Here's my third SIU fanfic. Enjoy!

I DON'T OWN SHAKE IT UP OR ITS CHARACTERS, IT BELONGS TO DISNEY CHANNEL!


(At Crusty's)

It was 4:30PM and Ty Blue was patiently waiting for his best friend Deuce Martinez to serve him his pepperoni pizza he had ordered. For the past five minutes he had been playing Angry Birds on his phone. Eventually Deuce emerged from the kitchen carrying a delicious pepperoni pizza on a metal spatula.

"Here you go Ty, fresh from the oven." Deuce announced carefully placing the pizza on Ty's plate.

"Thanks man." said Ty, gazing at his pizza in hunger. He picked up a slice and sank his teeth into it. "Mm mmm, just how I like it!"

"Well, a lot of people have been saying that I'm an expert at making pizza!" Deuce said proudly, fixing his collar.

"Really?" Ty asked in wonder, after swallowing his first bite of pizza. "I've never heard anyone say that."

Deuce shot him a glare. "Well they have, and you should know it too!"

"OK..." Ty said, his voice trailing off.

"Hey Deuce!" A voice was heard for the distance.

Deuce turned around to see a much taller boy with short ginger hair wearing a navy blue jacket and black jeans with white sneakers walking towards him. "Hey what's up Ned!"

"You got any of those Mega game systems left?" Ned asked.

Deuce discreetly looked around before something. "Yep!" The Cuban boy walked over to his jacket which was hanging up nearby. He unhooked it and unfolded it to reveal a small box with "Mega Game System X2" written on it. "Here man, that'll be $5.00!"

Ned reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a $5 note and handed it to Deuce who slipped it into his own jacket pocket. He then handed the box to Ned. "Thanks a lot Deuce!" Ned said. "See ya!" He waved to the Cuban boy before dashing out of the restaurant.

Deuce gave a proud smirk. "Another happy customer..." He scanned his jacket pockets to find that they were both empty. "Aww man I'm all out of products!"

Ty, who had just finished swallowing his last bite of pizza, got out of his seat and walked over to his best friend. "You're out of stuff to sell huh?"

"Yep!" Deuce replied, with a worrying tone in his voice.

"So how are you gonna get some more stuff?" Ty asked curiously.

"Actually...I can't really tell you that..." Deuce said, his voice traling off.

"And why not?" Ty questioned, folding his arms with suspicion. "Oh wait, cuz ya steal stuff!"

Deuce hesistated at this. "T-t-that is...uh...I...well...OK maybe sometimes!"

"Knew it." Ty confirmed.

"Well where else am I supposed to get products to sell?" Deuce asked, sounding exsasperated.

"You could sell your own stuff, like for example, old gadgets, clothes, all that stuff!" Ty explained.

"Yeeeahh...I could...except I don't have ANYTHING I want to sell!" Deuce revealed.

"Hmm...well then you're toast!" Ty declared, with a shrug.

"Hey no I'm not...I'll-"

"Hello baybees!"

Ty and Deuce whipped their heads around to see their "frenemy" Gunther Hessenheffer walking towards them. As usual he was wearing his sparkly clothes that included a betwinkle red shirt with a black waist coat covered in sequins. "Hey Gunther." They both greeted.

"So what are you two boys up to?" The blonde Hessenheffer asked.

"Not much." Was Ty's reply. He looked over at Deuce, who seemed to be deep in thought. The Cuban boy's eyes were looking devious and he was smiling and nodding.

"Uh, Deuce?" Ty said, waving his hand in his best's friend's face.

No reply.

Gunther cocked his head to one side in confusion.

"Helloooooo, Earth to Deuce, do ya copy!?" Ty half-bellowed.

Deuce finally snapped back to reality. "Huh? Did you say something Ty?"

"Dude, you were away with the fairies!" Ty explained.

"Haha, away with the fairies, good one Ty!" Gunther said, laughing out loud.

Ty shot Gunther a "what's so funny" look that made the sequined blonde abruptly stop.

"Say Ty can I talk to you in private, in here?" Deuce asked his best friend, pointing to the kitchen.

"Sure." Ty replied and the two boys headed for the kitchen, leaving Gunther alone.

"What is it man?" Ty asked.

"I know where we can get more stock for me to sell!" Deuce declared proudly.

"I'm sorry, "we"?" Ty questioned, wondering why he was suddenly included.

"I meant how about YOU go get the stock I need and I can sell it all to the customers!" Deuce explained to Ty, sounding eager.

"Whoa whoa back it up a sec dude, I am not doing any of your dirty work for ya, you can take care that yourself! Ain't no way I'm gonna take the rap and be locked up!" Ty almost yelled, careful not to let any customers overhear their near-heated conversation.

"Oh come on man, I'll cut you in for half, what do you say?" Deuce offered.

Ty thought hard. "Nope. No deal!"

Deuce threw his hands up. "Oh come on!"

"Sorry man, you're on your own." Ty said, preceding to walk out.

"Oh well that's too bad man, cuz I know how much you wanted...a car!" Deuce said, trying to sound sad.

Ty turned around slowly listen. "Say what now?"

Deuce looked directly at Ty, his lips pouted. "A...car!"

Ty blinked a couple of times before screwing them up. "OK OK fine, I'll do it!"

"Yes! I knew you'd come through!" Deuce said, jumping for joy like a five-year-old.

"Dude, you ever jump up and down like a little kid again, I'll pretend I don't know you!" Ty warned the Cuban boy.

Deuce stopped jumping. "Hurtful!"

"So, where do we start?" Ty asked.

Deuce quickly turned to see that Gunther had left and then turned back to Ty. "I know just the place!" He pointed to the exit. "Let's go!"

Ty nodded in agreement and the two boys walked up the stairs to the exit.


Chapter 2 will be posted as soon as it's written! Also, if you're a Suite Life On Deck fan, you'll spot a familliar quote! Read carefully and you'll spot it!