A/N sorry the last chapter was so short. I was at my aunt and I wanted to put the story up before I left so I kinda had to rush it. This one will be longer promise.
To: Bella Thorne is amazing: honestly I haven't noticed. I don't really read SIU stories cause everyone pairs CeCe with Deuce, which I don't like. I like Rocky/CeCe and that's all I'll read honestly.
I noticed Banana hasn't reviewed…maybe I should go nudge her and let her know about this story xD
Chapter 2
Rocky POV
"CeCe's got a plan? Oh dear God, everyone hide!" Ian yelled as he ducked behind the couch.
"Hey! It's not that bad! It's actually pretty good. Compared to my other plans that is." CeCe defended herself.
She gathered me, Ian, and Ashley into the living room in our apartment. Wow, I'm still not used to saying that yet. Any who she absolutely refused to tell me any part of her plan.
"Does it involve anything sharp?" I asked.
She gave me a disappointing look. "No. Besides you'd want to stab her, then you'd go to jail and I can't let you do that."
I pouted. "But, but-" she silenced me with a kiss.
"So, what do we have to do with the plan? If I'd known we were involved I wouldn't have come." Ashley said.
"Oh c'mon! They aren't that bad!"
Ian's head popped up from behind the couch. "They're horrible."
"Okay okay. We know her plans are bad. So let her tell what it is so we can go ahead and get the pain over with." I said.
This time she pouted. "Thanks a lot." After a kiss she grinned. "Okay, well it's obvious we won't beat Candy and whoever's with her alone. So I was thinking Ian's band could play and maybe we do some dancing."
"Ya know that's not a bad plan actually." Ian said.
"Yeah, but it's only Ian and Ginger. There's no bassist or singer." Ashley said.
"Ian can sing." I said. "Yeah I know he doesn't like to, but he's good."
Ian frowned. "Still no bassist. Or keyboards for some songs."
"We can find some." CeCe said.
"Um. Like how?" Ian asked. I think he's been watching to much Scooby Doo.
"Hold auditions." CeCe grinned.
Over the next two days Ian and Ginger, who I haven't met yet, held auditions at Ginger's house. On the second day CeCe and I went to the park to check in. Well technically Ashley, CeCe and I went, because Ashley drove us.
A guy was walking away when we pulled up. I got out of the car and walked towards the garage. The duo were sitting in chairs, that didn't look comfortable, Ian with an grimace on his face and rubbing an ear.
Ginger had her legs crossed, foot purposely rubbing against his knee, though he seemed to not notice. She was blonde, but had red streaks through her hair and, I have to say, gorgeous blue eyes. She looked up at us, then nudged him and he looked at us.
"Hey Ceece. Rock."
I grinned and CeCe said. "Hey Ian. So this is Ginger?"
"What?" He asked.
Ginger rolled her eyes. "He can't hear very good right now. That last bassist wasn't so good. Yes I'm Ginger."
"Are those contacts?"
"CeCe!"
"What? They look to hot to be natural." CeCe looked at me and I sighed.
"Actually they're my real eyes." Ginger smiled a little. "I get that a lot actually."
Ian rubbed his ear. "What was that I couldn't hear anything but ringing."
She shook her head. "Nothing."
"So I guess it's not going so good?" I asked.
"Not really. There's people that are good, but they don't play our music." Ian said.
"Yeah. One guy was playing something from Mozart. Not that there's anything wrong with that." Ginger said.
He pulled a Pepsi bottle from under the chair and took a sip. She rolled her eyes at him.
"I hope you don't mind helping us." I told her.
She shook her head. "Hey, it'll give us publicity. Someone might give us a gig. Or a record deal."
"Yeah and all the birds will sit on the power lines and do a whole number from Wicked. Ian said, sarcasm dripping off his words.
CeCe laughed. Ginger gave him a playful shove. He stuck his tongue out at her.
She pinched his tongue. "Look don't worry. We'll find someone, and if not hey we'll just be a two-man band. You'll win. Promise."
A/N sorry, writer's blocks got my brain. It'll get better.
