A.N.: O.K. well, here's chapter three. And thank you for all the reviews. The other two new antagonists will be introduced here, and I'll finally get around to that firefly thing. This chapter starts at the beginning of I Do It Up. There is a little less Runther in this chapter, but, thankfully there will be heavy Cogan. The song Logan will sing on stage is I do by drew seeley. I know it was supposed to be used in the opening ceremony of the wedding, but I decided to have Logan use it to show his new and true feelings for Cece, and that he truly does love her. I also have a scene just for Jeremy and Georgia from Dharma and Greg season 1 episode 4, watch the episode then read the scene and you'll know. And Oliver isn't a pedo. Look at any story with a psychopath, they try to charm everyone they come across so as to appear friendly. And that was just the first appearance of Oliver, you'll see more of him in the future. He has a well hidden tragedy that made him what he is, and a very fucked up look on life, romance and sex. Remember, he's a sociopathic psychopath.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Shake it Up, D and G, Arrow, or any song I use. Just the story and my O.C's. But I don't own the actors, who I imagine playing them.
Warning: I'll give you the warning when we get there.
Chapter three.
"Maybe this is a sign," Georgia panicked over the cancelling minister. "Maybe, maybe I'm rushing into this. Maybe we should just cancel the whole wedding!" she screamed, flailing her arms about.
"STOP!" Marcie Blue, Rocky's mom, yelled. "I can perform the ceremony. I got ordained over the internet," she smiled, as Georgia sighed in relief.
"Sounds better than getting married at the drive-through chapel at Vegas, again," Cece finished dryly.
Georgia turned from her daughter, and back towards Marcie.
"O.K, O.K. Let's go talk about the ceremony, while I show you my dress, and, ah, Cece?" she turned back to her daughter. "Don't forget to practice your speech."
"No problem mom," she called out after her mother. "Gonna kill with that speech. It's gonna be the best speech ever!"
"You haven't written it yet, have you?" Rocky asked dryly, as she looked up from texting Gunther as she had been for the past two days. When they weren't texting, or calling each other, in person they were absolutely inseparable. Cece was very thankful for finally having her Gunther back, she had always suspected Rocky had a thing for the tall blonde, and the fact that she spent so much time texting Gunther, that Cece didn't have time to discuss how Logan kissed her the other day.
"Not a word," she answered. Rocky gave her a tired glare, so she chose to defend herself.
"Look, I'm worried I'm gonna mess it up. I mean I still remember first grade show and tell. My mouth was so dry, it felt like it was full of crackers."
"Cece, that's because for show and tell, you were showing how many crackers you could fit in your mouth," Rocky reasoned with her friend.
"Oh yeah," she nodded slowly.
"Come on, I'll help you write it," Rocky said as she moved towards the laptop, laying on the table.
For the next twenty minutes Rocky threw suggestion after suggestion at Cece, only to be shot down again and again.
"Read back what I got so far," Cece ordered.
"Good evening I'm Cece," she began, only to be quickly interrupted by said girl.
"Wow, that is good stuff," she commented. "Go on," she urged her friend after a moment of thought.
Rocky paused for a moment, reading over the screen.
"Yeah, that's all you got," she deadpanned, as she turned back to her friend. "Oh you also have, 'insert funny joke here. Wait for laughter.'," she read aloud. "Yeah, I have a feeling we're gonna be waiting a while," she added as an afterthought.
The kitchen door clicked open, and the girls turned to see Flynn and, much to Cece's disappointment and fear, Logan. She really wasn't ready to talk with him yet, or at all for that matter.
She ignored him in the hope that he would just disappear, despite the longing stare she hadn't noticed. She chose to focus solely on her brother.
"Hey Flynn," she greeted her little brother, "nice haircut," she commented.
Flynn scowled at his older sister.
"Don't mock me, Cece," he cried in indignation. "It is a total disaster."
"Hey, come on little dude, it looks the same as it always does," Logan said, both in an attempt to sooth his future step-brother, and to get more of Cece's attention.
"Beg to differ," Flynn poked Logan's nicely toned chest. "Instead of shooting up this way," he swept his hand up to the left, "it's shooting up that way," he complained as he swept his hand up to the right.
"Relax Flynn," Rocky soothed her spiky haired little friend, "no one can even tell."
"Please, my hair has never looked worse. Including that trip to Jamaica, where you convinced me to get corn roots," he glared at Cece. "Which was also, not a good man," he finished with a Jamaican accent. "Now I'm gonna have to wash, re-gel, and pray," he said, as he crossed both hands over his heart, and walked out of the room.
"And I am gonna go ask your mom if I can bring a plus one to the wedding," Rocky said as she pushed herself up from the chair, in hopes of asking Georgia if she could bring Gunther to the wedding, only for Cece to jump in her way.
"NO!" she screamed, if Rocky left, then Cece would be all alone with Logan, and she knew he wanted to talk about the kiss.
"What? Why?" Rocky frowned. Did she not want Gunther at the wedding that badly?
"Well-it's just-I…" Cece stuttered. She really didn't know what to say that would make Rocky stay. So, she might as well face the music. "Nothing. It's nothing," she sighed.
"Alright," Rocky frowned as she walked past Cece. Cece had been pretty quiet these past two days since she showed Logan how to dance. She wondered if something happened between them. But she'd have to investigate later. Right now she needed permission for a plus one.
Cece swallowed hard, and slowly turned around to find Logan leaning against the fridge, staring at her.
"So," he said slowly, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between the two. "How've you been?" he asked.
"Good," she lied with as much skill as she could muster. "You?"
"Not good," he responded with honesty. "The past two days have been hell. It is quite literally impossible for me to eat and sleep."
She couldn't take this. If he was really that disgusted with the kiss, he didn't need to come here and discuss every horrid detail. She hadn't even gone back there since she ran out in tears. If she did, and Logan went looking for her, and if no one knew where she had gone, he'd know where to look.
Logan continued, not even noticing Cece's lower lip beginning to quiver.
"I can't even close my eyes without remembering that kiss," he sighed.
It was true of course. Everything he did, or at least tried to do to distract himself, failed to help distance himself from the memory of her soft, strawberry tasting lips pressing against his.
"Stop. O.K? Just stop," she pleaded softly, tears sliding down her porcelain cheeks as she begged him to stop. That kiss had started feelings in her she sure as hell didn't want there. And for him to come here and show her the kiss was so horrible as to complain about it right in front of her, hurt.
Logan began to panic at the sight of her tears. He hated seeing her cry.
"Cece I really hope you didn't get the wrong idea from what I just said," Logan panicked. He reached a hand out towards her shoulder as a sign of comfort, but Cece flinched backwards as she began to blubber lightly.
"Thanks again," Rocky called back. Georgia had just given her permission to bring Gunther to the wedding, and as soon as Rocky turned back towards the kitchen, she was shocked to find a shaking Cece backing herself up against the counter, pushing herself as far away from a panicking Logan.
"What's going on here?" she asked as she stepped into the kitchen, looking from the panicking, doe-eyed Logan, to a crying Cece. Too shocked for words, she wrapped her arms both soothingly, and protectively around the short shaking red head, who buried her face into the nape of Rocky's neck, blocking out all sound. Looking back towards Logan, with a jaguar sharp glare, she whisper growled.
"I don't know what happened here, but I'm pretty sure you're the cause of this. So you better leave now, or I swear to God, I will fucking castrate you," she growled. "Understand?"
"Just please tell her that whatever she thought I meant by what I said, isn't true," he begged. "And that the kiss was amazing."
And with that he left. Leaving both Rocky shocked that Logan and Cece kissed, and a silently sobbing Cece.
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"They kissed?" a shocked Gunther asked Rocky as they walked through the park.
After Logan had left a shocked Rocky with a crying Cece, she had managed to calm the crying red head down just enough to get a straight story out of the girl, before she escorted Cece back to her room to take a nap. She fell asleep as soon as her fiery red hair hit the pillow. Rocky then bid her mother Marcie, and Cece's mom Georgia goodbye as she rushed to discuss the news with her ever handsome boyfriend.
Meeting at the park, Rocky threw herself into her blonde lover's arms, and connected their lips in a fiery kiss, before they took off on a nice walk, in the late Spring breeze, as she told Gunther about Cece and Logan.
"Yeah," she answered Gunther. "Apparently, when she took him out to teach him to dance, and don't ask where, because I have no idea, but apparently, while they danced, he dipped her and then they kissed. Then when he came over, she seemed to think he was complaining about the kiss, saying that he couldn't eat or sleep because of it."
Gunther nodded. He could see where Cece would get that impression. What with their relationship being nothing but fights and insults, Cece, more than likely, believed Logan truly hated her, and therefore hated the kiss.
"But, before he left, he told me to tell her that everything she thought he meant by what he said wasn't true, and that the kiss was amazing," she finished.
"I believe that part is to be expected," he said simply. At Rocky's confused and curious stare, he elaborated. "Think about it. What were the two like around each other when they first met. You said, that he said, and I quote little Blue, that she had cat-like ninja reflexes after she caught his coin. He then went on to call her funny. He constantly teases her, they eat the same cereal, he even went to her first to ask her to help him dance, instead of you. Do you see what I'm getting at here?" he asked his beautiful, dark-haired girlfriend, who was currently in deep thought.
"Are you telling me he likes her?" she asked.
"Yes. Hell, the biggest clue was when he said he couldn't eat or sleep," he replied.
"How was that the biggest clue?" she frowned, as her boyfriend sighed sadly.
"Because that's how I was back in the old country being so far away from you," he said.
"Aww," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.
Pulling back smiling, he intertwined their fingers as they continued to walk through the park.
"Oh, by the way," Rocky gasped as she turned to her boyfriend, "Cece's mom said you could be my plus-one to the wedding."
"Yes!" Gunther shouted as he pulled her in for another kiss. But, once he pulled away, disgust overcame his features.
"What is it?" she asked, fearing the worst.
"Earlier this morning, when I went to wake up Tinka, I found her naked in bed with her plus-one," he answered, his skin turning pale at the memory.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, her eyes going wide as she pulled him into a hug, sliding her hand through his hair soothingly as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Who was the plus-one?" she asked.
Pulling back, Gunther looked her straight in the eyes, and watched sadly as realization overcame her eyes.
"Ty," she whispered, with her cheeks turning a sickly green at the image of Ty in bed. Naked. With Tinka.
She fell forward, her head laying against Gunther's chest as they cried tears of horror and anguish.
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Finally, the wedding day arrived, and it was havoc in the Jones household.
Cece was entirely sure her mom had gone bipolar. One minute she'd be screaming 'YES! I'M GETTING MARRIED!'. Then she'd go all terrified. Doing flexes and push ups. It was almost impossible for Marcie to help her put what she needed away for the day and the stay at the hotel.
Flynn was still complaining about his hair shooting up the wrong way, while Rocky almost went insane attempting to convince him otherwise.
Cece for once, oddly enough, was the only level headed one in the apartment. She managed to help Marcie calm Georgia down enough to pack her bags. Then convinced Flynn to go to either Gunther or Tinka for help on his hair. As much as it pained her to say it, the two were brilliant when it came to hair. Then managed to calm Rocky down with a soft cola, before packing her own bags for the weekend at the hotel.
By the time they got to the hotel, Marcie had become, in Georgia's words, the queen of pain. She forced Georgia into her dress with merciless force, and believed she had stuck the pins right into her skull to keep the tiara secure. The tiara was a gift from her ex-husband, Cece and Flynn's father, J.J, who arrived as a surprise, and he managed to be one of the few things that kept her sane beneath Marcie's reign of terror. By distracting Marcie, he managed to sneak Georgia out into the hallway, so she could have a few moments of peace and alone time.
Rounding the corner of the hallway, just outside the coat closet, with relief, she ran into Jeremy. She didn't even care about the bad luck it might bring. She hadn't seen him since the whole couch incident with Oliver a few days ago.
(A.N.: This is the Dharma and Greg thing from season 1 episode 4.)
"Yipee," She squeaked in a high-pitched voice of relief. "Hi stranger," she smiled, as they pecked each other on the lips. "How's it going?"
"Couldn't be better," he smiled.
"I know, me too, I'm having such a wonderful time, can we go home now?" she asked smiling a crazed smile.
"GEORGIA!" Marcie Blue screamed from down the hallway around the corner. Georgia gasped in horror.
"Quick, in here," she pushed him towards, and into the coat closet, "it's the queen of pain."
"That's funny. I thought I was the only one who called her that," Jeremy laughed.
Shutting the door, she leaned into Jeremy for comfort.
"Jeremy, this is unbelievable. 'Kay? Now I know why people elope," she sighed.
"Maybe we should've eloped," Jeremy joked.
"Then we'd probably be just a bunch over-dressed idiots then," she said as she fiddled with his Bow tie.
"It's almost over," Jeremy smiled.
"It hasn't even started yet," she cried as she pressed both hands against his lips, then slid them down along his chest. "Why can't we just leave?" she moaned.
"Because then we'd never be able to face these people again," he soothed.
"Aww, ya promise?" she smiled. Jeremy laughed.
"I gotta go back. It'll get better, I swear," he promised his wife to-be.
"GEORGIA!" Marcie Blue screamed again from somewhere in the building. Georgia gasped in fright again and began to open the door, as they bent their heads around and low.
"If she finds us in here, there's no telling what she'll stick in my head," she shook in fear. "Make a break for it. This meeting never happened."
"Vaya con dios," he whispered like a suave, sophisticated secret agent, with an arched brow in her ear, as he surveyed the hallway.
"Chile con queso," she whispered back passionately, and they kissed one last time before they snook off in their separate directions.
However, back inside the coat closet, behind the wrack of coats, a familiar male voice whispered through the darkness.
"They're gone. Now where were we?" he asked his female counterpart.
An accented voice spoke through the darkness.
"I don't know where you were, but I know I have to get back before someone notices my absence," said the girl, as she stepped through the wrack of coats. It was none other than Tinka Hessenheffer.
"Dang it," muttered Ty Blue, as he too stepped out from behind the coats. "Can't we just be non-existent to everyone else for just two more minutes?" he pleaded quietly with his blonde lover, who smiled.
"Oh, darling," she cooed, "you know I wish I could. But Gunther caught us in bed two days ago. And, if he notices my absence, he'll come looking for us, and the result will not be pretty."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ty sighed, bowing his head. Tinka smiled at her love, and leaned in to give him one last peck on the cheek.
"Do not worry darling," she soothed. "The Ceremony begins in fifteen minutes. So we'll see each other then. O.K?"
"Yeah, O.K," he said, before they shared one last kiss, and went their separate ways.
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'Where is she?' Logan thought as he walked through the hotel's maze like hallways.
For the better part of twenty minutes, he had been wandering the building. At first he tried looking for his father, who had mysteriously disappeared, only to receive news from Flynn of Jeremy's return after about ten minutes. So he had decided to go in search of Cece. In hopes that he could at least get her to give him a minute of her time so he could explain himself.
Neither day, nor night had the kiss not been on his mind, and those heartbroken tears in her eyes, from their conversation a few days before, where he tried to explain how much he loved the kiss, seemed to torture him closely to the point of insanity. He really needed to talk to her. To explain himself to her. He had the chance yesterday, but he was instead met with a very angry Rocky, and a glaring Gunther. Though he tried pleading his case to them both, they gave him two reasons as to why.
(Flashback)
"Just PLEASE let me talk to her!" Logan pleaded to Rocky, who stood before him. Holding a Jaguar like glare. "I really need to talk to her. Please, just give me one min-"
Rocky cut him off before he could finish.
"No. Cece was in tears the other day. All because of you constantly messing with her heart," she glared.
"I told you. She misheard what I said. I was trying to tell her I liked the kiss, but you interrupted before I could get there," Logan sighed.
"Don't you DARE blame any of this on my Rocky!" Gunther growled lowly from right behind Rocky, so as not to disturb the thought to be napping Cece in the other room. She had woken up when she heard Rocky scream at Logan to leave.
"Sweetie, I got this," Rocky assured her boyfriend.
Gunther nodded, and took half a step back, just half a step, so as to be ready if things got out of hand.
"Look. You two clearly like each other, but, Cece is under the impression that you still don't like her. I know Cece better than you do, so I'm telling you, you need to stay away for a while," Rocky instructed.
Stay away for a while? No. He definitely wouldn't be able to handle that. He needed to tell her he loved her. Yes, he loved her. He loved her ever since she caught his coin at the wishing well, with those cat-like ninja reflexes.
"If I could just have two seconds," Logan said, his voice growing louder.
"No," Rocky deadpanned. "And please be quiet. She's taking a nap."
But Logan knew that was a lie, as did Rocky and Gunther. He really needed to talk to her.
"CECE!" he yelled, shocking the brunette and blonde before him.
"CECE! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! CAN WE PLEASE JUST TALK!? CEC-"
Gunther clamped his hand over Logan's mouth and backed him up against the wall in the hallway. His blue eyes a fiery glare as he stared into Logan's brown eyes.
"Will you please be quiet?" Gunther growled, as he removed his hand from Logan's face. But the much taller boy kept his arm pressed firmly against Logan's chest. "Look, right now Cece does not, I repeat not want to see you. So if you start screaming for her to come out here, or force her to talk to you, it will only make things worse. So just go."
Removing his arm from Logan's chest, he gave the boy a harsh push down the hallway. Logan turned back to the still glaring Rocky, and glowering Gunther.
"Just…" he sighed, and turned down the hallway and out of the building.
(Flashback over)
'Where is she?' he thought once again as he turned another corner. And there, down the end of the hallway, Rocky turned the corner, followed closely by an angelic looking Cece. Of course the two were busy with talking to each other, which gave Logan enough time to open the coat closet, and slide in. inside he pressed his ear against the door, and heard the two stop just outside.
"Cece, you need to talk to him," he heard Rocky plead with the ever gourgeous red head. "The poor boy is driving him-self crazy. If you just gave him at least a minute-"
"No!" Cece interrupted her closest friend savagely. "First he hates me, then he kisses me in the most sacred place to me on the entire planet, then he has the nerve to come to my house, flaunt his disgust at the kiss, and complain about how much it has affected his life, then come over two days later he comes over again trying to toy with me again. So no. I will not give that scumbag a single second of my time."
A tear slowly found its way down his cheek. She hated him. He wiped it away roughly.
'No,' he thought furiously. He downright refused to believe such a thing. He knew she loved him. Rocky herself had told him. The only way she would have known was if Cece herself had told Rocky. So, that meant he still had at least one chance left. And he knows exactly how to use it. But, he'd need some help.
"Oh, little Blue, you look beautiful in Blue," Gunther sighed in awe at his girlfriend's marvellous beauty. Rocky blushed.
"Thanks handsome. You're lookin' handsome yourself," she replied before they captured each other's lips.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it," Cece commented dryly. "You both think you both look incredibly gorgeous, and are entirely in love."
And with that, she walked over to her hyperventilating mother, who was doing multiple push-ups, and squats in her wedding dress, as the now calm queen of pain, Marcie Blue, attempted to calm the bride down.
Rocky and Gunther frowned sadly as their red haired friend walked away, her shoulders slumped sadly. The two jumped suddenly when a voice came from behind.
"Rocky? Gunther?" Logan asked tentatevly. "I was wondering if you guys could help me with something."
"First, you have to answer one of our questions," Rocky replied. She and Gunther had suspected he would come up to them sometime today. And, more than likely, it would involve Cece.
"Alright," Logan frowned. "What do ya need?" he asked.
"Earlier, when my mom sent me to check on Jeremy, I noticed a firefly tattoo on the back of his left hand," she frowned. She had never considered him to the type of guy to mark himself with a tattoo.
"Yeah," Logan frowned. His dad always had that tattoo. As did the rest of his team, including Oliver. "So?"
"I also noticed one on Oliver's hand, and the rest of his squad. Why do they have 'em?" she asked.
"They've all known each other since they were in their twenties when they first joined the squad. The tabloids named them 'the fireflies' after their fiftieth rescue. The liked the headline so much, they went and got tattoos. My aunt Gloria got one when she joined too," Logan explained.
(A.N.: Gloria is played by Eva Longoria. I know she doesn't look like the fire-fighter type, but I needed someone beautiful for the character. She is also the first secondary antagonist. You'll learn more about her later.)
"Alright then. What do you need?" Gunther asked politely.
Logan beckoned for them to follow him around the corner. Once out of sight, he lowered his voice so they wouldn't attract attention.
"I have a plan to win over Cece," he said, licking his dry lips.
"What is it?" Rocky asked. She hoped he wasn't going to downright shout 'I LOVE YOU!' in front of everyone at dinner to Cece.
"After dinner, sometime after the dancing starts, I want you guys to give this," he held out a small, silver, memory key, and placed into Gunther's open palm, "to the D.J. Rocky? See if you can get Flynn to record it and centre it on my face in the chorus."
"Chorus?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna sing," he answered. "Now, here's what else I need you guys to help me with."
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On a regular basis, it would take a lot to surprise Tinka Hessenheffer. And considering how her life had gone so far, she found herself not being surprised to see Deuce Martinez walk right into the wedding chapel dressed as a magician.
"You know Deuce," she greeted him with a popped hip, "many a time, on many a day I would question your choice of style. Much like that time you came into school wearing sandals with socks. Cece and Rocky actually tried to kill you that day. But today, I must compliment you. You do look good. But," she reached into her purse, and pulled out her purple betwinkler, as Deuce's eyes widened in fear at the weapon, "do you mind if I add a little something?"
"Yeah I kinda do and this isn't mine it's my older cousin's!" he answered quickly. Tinka frowned sadly, then in confusion as she noticed the absence of his girlfriend Dina.
"Where is Dina?" she asked. Deuce and Dina were usually attached at the hip, much like Gunther and herself.
"She had to go visit her aunt in Vegas. Apparently she tried to eat a car battery while a car was running," he answered simply, almost as if it were an everyday thing for him, and that surprised her.
Her eyes wide, and her mouth in a terrified smile she slowly backed away from the smiling, magician suit clad Deuce, and moved on to Flynn. Turning the short boy around, she gasped in horror.
"Your hair! What maniac was allowed to do that to you?" she cried in horror.
"Wha-you can tell the difference?" he stuttered in relief.
"Yes. Instead of shooting up this way," she swept her hand up to the left, "it is shooting up that way," she swept her hand up to the right. "It's a catastrophe!"
"Finally!" he exclaimed in relief. "I knew I wasn't crazy."
Tinka tapped her chin in thought.
"I can't make it perfect," she bit her lip. "But, I can make it presentable."
Moving down to his level, Flynn rolled his eyes upward, and watched her fingers work in a magnificent blur.
"Done," she smiled. She reached into her purse, and pulled out her compact, allowing the smallest Jones to see his reflection. His eyes widened in marvellous awe, and he threw his small arms around Tinka's waist, hugging her tight. Tinka smiled down at the boy, and hugged him back.
Letting go of each other, the two jumped in fright as Gunther whispered their names, and beckoned them to follow him.
It was three hours since the bride and groom said 'I do', and at least an hour since dinner had passed, and the entire party was dancing, save for about twenty, who stayed in their seats at different tables, talking and laughing, and Tinka Hessenheffer had found herself becoming afraid of Jeremy's friend, Lyle Wilder.
(A.N.: Charlie Sheen's character in the film 'The fireman', 1997. He was the original main antagonist before Oliver.)
A man with slicked back, black hair, and haunted, blue-green eyes. He looked as if he had been through hell, (A.N.: You'll actually end up feeling sorry for him when I reveal his backstory.) but looked as if he would put others through hell without remorse.
Tinka had ended up bumping into him on his way back from the bar, and accidently spilled his drink over the front of his shirt. He didn't say a word, but his glare made him look as if he were about to rip her throat out.
"You mad me spill my drink," he said in a low, terrifying voice. He didn't growl, but his voice scared her to death. Thankfully, Logan jumped in before things got out of hand. Though he himself held fear in his eyes.
"Sorry, Uncle Lyle," Logan said nervously. "You're not the only one whose had a drink or two."
"I see," he said in the same voice, though his eyes softened at the sight and sound of Logan. He cared for the boy deeply after all, and knew he could scare people easily, but hated scaring his nephew. He turned and walked back towards Oliver and Gloria.
"Who was that?" Tinka asked in a small, almost inaudible voice over the blaring music.
"That was my Uncle Lyle. Lyle Wilder. I know he can be scary, believe me I know," he said as he escorted her over to her table, "but the guy has gone through a lot of shit in his life, and did not come out of it all without scars."
As they approached the table, Logan looked upon his current comrades. Gunther, Flynn, Ty, Tinka and Deuce stood awaiting his confirmation to start what they called, Operation: Cogan. (A.N.: See what I did there?) And with a nod of his head, the team spread out.
Rocky already had Cece distracted on the dance floor. Flynn had positioned himself atop the table opposite the stage, his I-phone in hand. Gunther handed the D.J the silver memory key, Tinka joined Cece and Rocky on the dance floor, both were there in case Cece tried to make a break for it, while Gunther finished bribing the D.J and moved to join Deuce and Ty at the stage. The three young men nodded to Logan, and he moved onto the stage, grabbing the mike, seconds after the band finished, and Gunther, Ty and Deuce followed him onto the stage, grabbing the entire rooms attention, Logan specifically gaining the attention of Cece, and, unbeknownst to him, three dangerous guests who watched him like a hawk.
"Hello everybody," Logan spoke into the mike, "I'm Logan Hunter, son of the groom," he gestured to his smiling father Jeremy, "and I am up her to sing a song dedicated to the bride and groom."
But both he and Cece knew it was meant for her.
The crowd clapped and cheered in delight, but only Cece remained still, almost invisible to the rest of the crowd.
(I Do by Drew Seeley.)
A soft beat began to flow through the speakers, and Gunther, Ty and Deuce began to slowly move to the beat. As did the crowd, while Flynn filmed the scene, focusing between Cece's back, and Logan's face, just as Logan requested, a failsafe of sorts if it all went south.
Logan pressed his lips against the mike and connected his eyes with Cece's. His voice and eyes honest with every word.
I see the world for you and me,
I hear a perfect harmony,
Where you are is where I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be…
Cece tried her absolute best to break her eyes away from Logan's, and block out his voice. He was trying to deceive her and she knew it. Even worse was he had sucked in her best friends.
Forever, could never be enough,
Together, is all I need for us,
When the rain is pouring down,
And there's no one else around,
I'll be your shelter now,
Flynn wasn't entirely sure why Logan felt he needed a failsafe. Last time he heard this song with Cece, she ended up with a crush on Drew Seeley, and would not shut up about the man for a month.
And I'll be the one,
You can run to,
I'll be the one,
Who's meant to love you now…
And always till our days are through,
He was lying, and Cece knew it. Or at least that's what she believed. There was no way he could mean these words after his actions from the moment they met, and for the last entire week.
You know I do,
You know I do,
Time to say the words,
Never been so sure,
Wanna spend my life with you,
Hmm hmm hmm yeah…
Tinka and Rocky felt Cece begin to shake beside them, and knew they needed to be careful so as not to let her run.
There's a match for every heart,
There's a light for every dark,
With you I found my counterpart,
My counterpart,
Cece definitely couldn't believe he had sunk this low. Standing on stage and secretly declare his false love for her in front of everyone, was just sick.
Forever, could never be enough,
Together, is all I need for us,
When the rain is pouring down,
And there is no one else around,
I'll be your shelter now,
Ohh,
The crowd, sans Cece, and three others clapped, danced and cheered along as Logan sang, and Gunther, Ty and Deuce danced.
And I'll be the one,
You can run to,
I'll be the one,
Who's meant to love you now…
And always till our days are through,
Logan placed his hand over his heart, and focused on his love for the gorgeous red head, Cece Jones.
You know I do,
You know I do,
Time to say the words,
Never been so sure,
Wanna spend my life with you [x2]
Tears slowly prickled at the edge of Cece's eyes. He truly was the most cruel bastard in the whole world.
Forever, could never be enough,
Together, is all I need for us,
When the rain is pouring down,
And there's no one else around,
I'll be your shelter now,
No one but Oliver and Logan's friends knew he was looking directly at Cece Jones as he sang. He hoped there was nothing going on between the two, because, if there was, he was going to have to rip the two away from each other.
And I'll be the one,
You can run to,
I'll be the one,
Who's meant to love you now…
And always till our days are through,
Logan noticed the tears falling down Cece's cheeks, and how her shoulders had begun to buckle, and he knew she got the wrong impression once again. Thank God Flynn was making the failsafe.
You know I do,
You know I do,
Time to say the words,
Never been so sure,
Wanna spend my life with you [x2]
(You know I do)
And when the song ended, multiple things happened. The crowd burst into applause and loud cheers, thoughts like pieces of a puzzle clicked in Jeremy's mind, and Cece ran full speed out of the room, with Logan trailing after her.
Flynn knew she'd be on her laptop sooner or later, and sent the video to her facebook page.
COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN COGAN
The elevator doors pinged open, and a shaking, tearful Cece Jones stepped through the doors, pressed the button for the eighteenth floor, Jeremy's parents were super rich so when they paid for the wedding, they got the greatest hotel in Chicago, and the doors pinged closed just as Logan managed to come within a foot of the elevators, crying out her name.
"Cece!" he yelled, ignoring the stares of those around him.
He cursed as the lift number began to move up. He needed to get up there fast. He jumped forward, and hit the up button. He would've taken the stairs, but he wasn't a very good distance runner. (A.N.: Neither is Leo Howard.)
The elevator to his left pinged open, and he desperately threw himself in, and hit the button for the eighteenth floor. He was very thankful for two things. The first was the fact that he was thankful his grandparents were super rich, so as to afford the hotel and pay for the wedding. He loved the view from his room. The second, was that he and Cece were on the same floor. But opposite ends of the hallway.
As soon as the doors slid open with a ping, he threw himself out into the eighteenth floor hallway, and looked to his left to see Cece unlocking her door.
"CECE!" he cried out, and the red head turned around. Her chocolate eyes widened at the sight of Logan running as fast as his legs could go. She ran into her room, and locked the door at lightning speed, just as he reached her door, completely out of breath. He knocked on the door desperately pleading with the beauty beyond.
"Cece? Cece please open the door. I need to talk to you," he begged her. All he heard on the other side were soft sobs. "Cece?" he called again. "Cece, please open the door. Please," he begged. His voice broke on the last word as hot tears made their way down his cheeks. "Please."
"Go Logan. Please just go," begged a broken Cece from beyond the door, and his tears fell harder.
Slowly, he pushed himself away from the door, his fingers sliding down along the wooden shield. He turned, and walked down the hall slowly, until he reached the room he shared with Gunther. Everyone was sharing a room with someone of course. Himself with Gunther, Deuce with Flynn, Cece with Rocky, and Tinka somehow managed to get a room for herself and Ty. He doubted the latter would be doing much sleeping during their stay.
Cece had changed from her Blue party dress into soft, loose, grey sweatpants and a soft pink v-neck t-shirt, as she sat cross legged on her bed. Though it was midnight, she could still hear the party blaring with drunken life below, despite the fact that she was eighteen floors up. Rocky sat in her bed texting Gunther, and, apparently, when he decided to hit the hay for the night, he heard Logan sniffle a few times before he faded off to sleep about a half hour before. Cece felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. Why you may ask. It was more than likely the video she received from Flynn on her facebook page. It was a video of Logan singing earlier.
At first she was furious that her own brother and friends were in cahoots with Logan, trying to tear her down to a blubbering, miserable mess. But then she saw it. The naked honesty and love in Logan's eyes throughout the entire song.
She had never broken eye contact with him earlier as he sang, but with her brain and heart fighting for dominance over her emotions, all she could think of was all the bad things that had happened between her and Logan, and that blocked the look he held with her gaze.
When the video finished, she found herself delving deeper into her memories. Every word, look, movement, how he smiled at her when they first met, how he complimented her and ended up calling her 'Red', and, no matter how sarcastic and rude she was at work, he just kept on being nice, until she really fucked it all up. She noticed she had a habit of doing that a lot.
Then, she noticed other things. Like, how they liked the same cereal, or how close they both got to each other physically when they fought, both with small hidden smiles. So she watched the video several more times, just to be sure of her conclusion. And then she knew it.
He really and truly loved her. And she just broke his heart.
So, therefore, there was one thing, and one thing only left to do. Hopping up from her position on the astoundingly soft mattress, she turned to Rocky.
"Rocky, tell Gunther to stand by his room door," she ordered. The brunette frowned at the red head.
"Why?" she asked in confusion.
"Just do it. Trust me you'll thank me tomorrow," she promised.
Turning back to her locker, she picked up her room key and shoved it into her right pocket, the left through the door leaving behind a very confused Rocky Blue.
She slowly and nervously made her way down the hallway. She knew once she stepped through Logan's hotel room door, she wouldn't be leaving until after sunrise. Though what she was about to do was highly illegal, it was something kids her age, fifteen years old, to be exact, did. But she didn't want to do it for social standing at school. No. She was doing this because she loved Logan, and she knew he loved her. And she wanted him to have her both physically and emotionally, just as she wanted him.
Just before she reached out to tap lightly on the cream coloured door, Gunther had opened it swiftly and quietly. He frowned down at Cece, and began to whisper.
"What do you need?" he whispered.
"I need you to leave right now," she deadpanned.
"Why?" he asked, his frown deepening.
"Because I need to talk to Logan. And, if you leave now, you'll get to spend the whole night with Rocky. Alone," she said, and his frown disappeared. "In her bed. No interuptions."
His cheeks flushed a violent shade of red, and he nodded, before he took off down the hallway. Cece shook her head smiling at the tall blonde as he moved as quietly as he could.
Walking into the room, she locked the door, and took a long look around. The only light on in the room was Gunther's bedside lamp, that gave her full view of a slumbering Logan.
She walked over to the left side of his queen sized bed, and stared. Though his closed eyes were red-rimmed from crying, he looked wonderfully peaceful. She smiled, leaned over, and gave a single light tap to his nose. It wrinkled up as she pulled her finger away and watched as he scratched the place she touched, sneezed, then snuggled deeper into his pillow. She gave a light laugh at the odd resemblance he held to a kitten at that moment.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted his covers, and slid in next to him. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around her, and she pressed her head against his chest, deeply inhaling his chocolate and vanilla scent. She sighed at the delicious smell.
"Cece?" Logan whispered, and she looked up. He was awake. "What are you doing in my bed?" he asked uncertainly. He wasn't entirely sure wether or not he was still asleep. He tended to dream about her like this very often lately. But this right here, the feel of her in his arms, she felt way too real for it to be a dream. And he was a very bad lucid dreamer.
"I needed to talk to you," she answered simply. Almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"In my bed?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Cece blushed despite the fact that it was her idea to hop into bed with him in the first place. But it needed to be done, and, if all went to plan, by the time they wake up, they would be one in many ways.
"Yeah," she whispered, never taking her eyes from his familiar, now eye levelled lips. The memory of those delicious, chocolaty lips capturing her strawberry tasting lips. It brought shivers down her spine, and heat to that certain area between her legs.
"I wanted to say…" she trailed off, inhaling a deep breath of honesty for what she was about to say. She needed to say it. "I'm sorry."
A small tear fell from her eye.
"Why?" Logan frowned in confusion. "You have nothing to be sorry about."
"What are you talking about? Of course I do," she cried out in a shocked whisper. "I ignored you when you were trying to tell me the truth, I used Rocky and Gunther as guard dogs against you. Not to mention earlier when you chased me," she closed her eyes, holding back the hot tears that threatened to escape at the pain she had caused the man she loved.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad," he sighed. It was true. He may have cried during and after the ordeal, but, he knew that his failsafe would help him somehow. He made a mental note to repay everyone that helped his plan.
"Gunther texted Rocky saying you cried yourself to sleep," Cece whispered, her eyes wide as she searched his own.
"Yeah, but, that was just all the stress from this past week," he sighed. "You may have been a contributing factor, but a very small one at the same time."
In truth, she was in fact the most contributing factor, but he couldn't let her know that. She was in a very fragile state as of late.
The other factor, was the fact that he now had a new mother. It was pretty hard considering how close he was to his own mother before she died. And it wasn't that he didn't like the idea of having Georgia as his mother, he loved it. It was just going to take time to accept that he had a mom again.
"I don't understand. What does that mean?" she frowned, shaking her head lightly in confusion.
Logan smiled.
"It means that I accept your apology," he said before he crashed his lips against her own.
Keeping his left arm wrapped around her upper back, he moved atop her, pressing her body deeper into the mattress as their tongues battled for dominance. She moved her hands from his toned, black v-neck clad chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck, heaving a soft moan of pleasure. She wrapped her left leg around his hip, the palm of her foot pressing against the back of his grey sweatpants clad right thigh. His right hand moved down and cupped her left foot slowly, before applying pressure, gaining him another moan from the beautiful red head beneath him, and slowly began to move it up and along her ankle, then her calf, and finally, he moved it up and down her thigh. Cece moaned again and gripped a hand full of his soft brown hair in her right hand as he brought his lips down to her incredibly beautiful, pale neck, sucking and nipping the skin between his teeth.
And in a short, almost inaudible voice, Cece whispered,
"I love you Logan."
Pulling his lips from her neck, Logan gaped down at the panting angel.
"You love me?" he asked in shock and awe.
Cece looked him straight in the eyes, and pulled up every ounce of courage and honesty she held, and nodded her head.
"Really?" he asked again. "Since when?"
Cece turned her head sharply to the side, her hair falling over her face as she muttered a few incoherent words.
"What?" Logan frowned, he couldn't understand a single word she had just said.
"Ever since you called me Red," she answered quietly, her cheeks tinting a flattering shade of red.
"So basically, you've been in love with me since the moment we first met," it wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure…" she trailed off. "I think I realized I did after we kissed, but I thought you hated me, so I just went straight to denial. But, when I watched the video of you singing tonight, I just knew I was wrong, and so I let myself fall entirely. So yes, Logan Hunter. I love you."
Tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes, but he ignored them as she continued.
"Do you really love me?" she asked, staring up at him through nicely curled thick lashes.
He nodded and she smiled.
"Since when?" she asked.
"Since you caught my wish mid throw with your cat-like ninja reflexes," they both smiled at the memory of him flailing his arms around in karate like movements. "I remember looking at you when you smiled after you caught my change, and I thought, 'My GOD, that is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,'" he sighed.
Cece truly couldn't believe her ears. This was what he had thought of her when they first met. It was truly just so amazing.
"So yes, Cece Jones, I do love you," he smiled a watery loving smile, and she just couldn't help it any more. She just let those burning hot, loving tears fall, as she pulled him down into another fiery, passionate kiss.
That one kiss soon transformed into a full-fledged make-out session, that ended after five minutes, with Cece gripping the end of his black v-neck, pulling it up over his head, and letting it fall to the ground.
"Holy mother of God," Cece whispered in wide-eyed awe, as she stared at his chest and stomach. He basically a Greek God, what with nicely built, perfectly sculpted chest, and an eight pack, and, for a moment, she idly wondered if she had died and gone to heaven.
"You like what you see?" asked a grinning Logan. Looking up, Cece just gaped in fascination at her double freckled lover, her cheeks flushing a deep, rosy red.
"How in the hell are you so fit?" she asked in wonder.
"Well, you have dancing, I have Karate and Martial arts," he shrugged simply as if it were obvious, while Cece's eyes widened once again in shock. She was pretty sure she had never known him to be a physical fighter. If he were, he could have easily taken down Gunther and Rocky two days ago, and marched his way past them and straight into her room. She would've asked him right then and there, but she had a mission to complete.
Her wide, lust filled eyes bore into his own, and she pulled him back down, but not before sliding her hand down his front, and enjoying bot the feel of his toned upper body, and the shivering moan he gave as she trailed her finger nails back up against his russet skin. With a growl, he dove down in retaliation at her smirk, and began to lick and nip at the skin of her neck, successfully gaining a groan from the red head below him.
Cece pushed him away lightly, reached down, grabbing the end of her pink V-neck, only for Logan to grasp her hands. Looking up, she caught sight of his milky chocolate irises boring into her eyes with concern.
"Are you sure you want to take it off?" he asked her gently.
Nodding her head, she whispered, "Yes."
And so she pulled the pink V-neck over her head, and let it fall to the ground, resting on Logan's black V-neck.
(Warning: Love scene here. Avert your eyes children. Avert your eyes.)
Logan blushed as he stared at her bare chest. He wondered why she wasn't wearing a bra.
"What?" Cece teased, leaning forward, and Logan had to admit she knew how to work B-cups. "You like what you see?"
Logan lunged forward, pressing the palms of his hands against her stomach, and pushing her back down against the mattress. Pushing his hands upwards, moving them over her chest, and back down again, pinching her hard nipples lightly, and Logan found himself grateful once again to receive the angel's moan as she dug her nails deep into the sheets.
"Mmmmmm…" she moaned, wondering for a moment why they hadn't done this sooner.
Reaching to her chest, Cece grasped Logan's hands gently and moved them away. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she slid her hands along his wrists, up his nicely toned arms, across his perfectly formed chest, meeting both at his sternum, she then slowly began to trail the tips of her nails down his chest, down through his russet eight-pack, and wrapped her hands slowly around his sweatpants waist-line, the tips of her fingers tracing the waistline of his dark boxers.
Logan gasped, wrapped his rough hands firmly around her petite fingers, and gave her a look of concern, honesty, curiosity, and uncertainty.
"Cece, are you sure about this?" he asked. This was after all going to be both of their first times, and they had only just started their relationship, not to mention it was illegal for two fifteen year olds to have sex. But, there was something about Cece at that moment. Her eyes held such assurance, and love for him, that there seemed to be absolutely no room for fear.
Cece brought herself to kneel right in front of Logan, never once breaking eye contact, her entire front upper body pressed against his, and, for the first time that night, the two felt and incredible heat fill the room, and Logan placed his right hand against the small of Cece's back, his left cupped the back of her soft, sweet smelling red hair, he gently lowered her back down onto the unbelievably soft bed, removed her hands from his waistline, and pushed both his sweatpants and boxers slowly down his legs, until finally they lay on the ground at the end of the bed, and smiled as Cece looked down, her eyes going wide as she marvelled at the sight of his erect, russet manhood.
Leaning down, he gently undid the grey string of her sweatpants, grasped the waistline, and slowly pulled it down passed her toes to reveal magnificently beautiful pale legs, and her blue string panties. Sliding a finger under the strings, on either side of her waist, and pulled them down her soft, gorgeous legs, until it too rested between the V-necks and sweatpants.
The two simply stayed where they were, drinking in each other's beautiful naked form.
Puling the covers up until they reached his mid-back, he lowered himself down, Cece wrapped her arms around his neck, as he propped himself up on his elbows, his hands either side of her head, he simply smiled. Marvelling at the beauty bellow him, he brought his lips down to caress hers in a sweet kiss.
"Are you sure you're sure about this?" he whispered against her lips as he lay between her legs.
Softly gripping the back of his head, she pulled him back and stared into his cautious brown eyes, before slowly wrapping her legs around his waist, she slowly nodded her head, and together they whispered,
"I love you."
Before he positioned himself at the entrance to her glistening womanhood, and pushed himself in.
Cece cried out in pain as her cherry broke, tears streaming down her cheeks, she wrapped her legs tighter around Logan's waist.
Ceasing his movement, stared sadly at the beauty bellow him, as tears streaked down her beautiful, porcelain cheeks. Cupping her heart shaped face, he used his thumbs to gently wiped her tears away. Opening her eyes wide at the contact, she looked up to find a lovingly smiling Logan staring back down at her, concern etched into his features.
"We can stop if you want," he spoke gently. He really didn't want to see her hurt, and he knew all about a girl's first time, and it was a very painful experience. He didn't her to do this if it was going to hurt her.
"No," she panted. They had come this far, and sure as hell wasn't going to let them stop now. "Keep going."
Swallowing hard, and taking a deep breath, he pulled out until the beginning of his head, then pushed back in, closing his eyes tight as Cece whimpered softly in pain.
He continued thrusting, slow and steady, her whimpers of pain turning into moans of pleasure as his thrusts became faster, deeper, and stronger. But this wasn't simply sex for them. No. This was something special, loving, and beautiful. That night, they became one. One heart. One soul.
"Oh GOD YES!" Cece cried out as Logan pushed himself deeper into her than before. "Yes. Oh God LOGAN YES!"
"OH GOD CECE!" Logan cried out as Cece dug her nails into his back and began to pull them down, tearing his skin with long scratch marks, making it look as if a tiger had slashed his bare back, before he slid his hands up along her arms, and wrapped his hands around hers, in a way of connecting their souls.
"OH GOD!" they cried out in unison as they came for the first time together.
Rolling over, Logan lay flat on his back, panting and sweaty and smiling, much like Cece who had grabbed a fistful of the sheet, and pulled them up to her neck as she smiled broadly up towards the ceiling, her skin glistening with sweat.
Logan rolled his head to the left, and chuckled at the dazed smile that had adorned Cece's beautiful face.
At the sound of Logan's chuckle, Cece rolled her head to the right, and stared lovingly into her lover's eyes. She rolled over and lay her head on Logan's, as always, perfectly toned chest, and closed her eyes, listening to his glorious heartbeat. Logan moved his head down, and pressed his lips to the top of her head.
And just before they fell into a blissful rest, they whispered into the dead of night,
"I love you."
That night they dreamt. They dreamt of the beautiful, red haired dancer, in Logan's case, catching the wish of the beanie wearing fighter, in Cece's case, with her cat-like ninja reflexes.
But, what the two didn't know, was that that exact moment in time, when young Cece Jones caught the wish of Logan Hunter, they had set forth a dangerous set of events that could lose them their loved ones forever, to the darkest, and most dangerous trio of fiery nightmares.
A.N.: Okay I am so sorry for the late update. I had writer's block at multiple points, which is why this chapter isn't that well written. I also have this horrible habit of reading over what I've written eighteen GOD DAMN times a day. And my girlfriend Samantha is unfortunately on a week long period. If you're reading this Samantha, you're the one who calls it a week long period so just relax.
The sequel to Don't cry Red will be up in a few days, it'll probably be called dancing in the rain of love. It's corny but true. I also have another one-shot coming out soon. Taken from the end of the episode Slumber it up, where Cece gets locked in the freezer. Remember, it was night time, and she had to walk outside, in the dark, all the way back to her apartment. There might also be a Cogan oneshot with an abusive Gunther. Logan will end up kicking his ass.
Here are the three main antagonists and who plays them. I've decided to not have Oliver bald.
Oliver Grey = Charles Mesure. He played Ben in Desperate Housewives.
Gloria Delgado = Eva Longoria. I've already explained why above.
Lyle Wilder = Charlie Sheen in The Fireman 1997.
There will be a few things before chapter seven, where the game begins, that will show them becoming aware of the danger they have put themselves in. Logan will have sexual nightmares involving Cece and Oliver, who he doesn't know is Oliver at the time, and don't keep calling Oliver a pedo. He has absolutely no sexual interest in Cece at all. Just as the bad guy in Logan's nightmares.
Cece will have sexual nightmares involving Logan and Gloria, who she doesn't know is Gloria at the time.
In the next chapter, Logan and Cece are alone while their parents are on their honeymoon, they will have a secret date, the nightmares will happen, and the new house will be introduced. Which is where they'll be staying while Georgia and Jeremy are away, and Flynn is at Henry's.
Review, and see you next chapter.