Hey y'all. Sorry for the wait...and all the typos in the last chapter. When I reread it, it looked horrible. I changed the title from "Admit It Up" to "Our Love It Up" because the first title didn't really fit with a multi-chapter fic. Also, I realized that at the end of Chapter 2, I said I had 2 things to tell y'all, but I only told you one. The second thing I wanted to say was that in case you didn't know, "Swag It Out" is a real song made by Zendaya. Check it out. It's pretty cool.

Disclaimer - Y'all should know I own nothing, except this chapter. This one isn't based on a Shake It Up! episode. Enjoy!

(Rocky's POV)

A week after my accident, CeCe, Ty, and the rest of us came back home. Ty had gotten his stuff and went straight to his room while Officer Jones helped me bring my bags up to my apartment, CeCe following. We all walked in and said hello to my parents before going to my room, Officer Jones putting my bags on the floor by my desk and smiled at CeCe and I.

"I'll be out in a minute, Mom." CeCe said. Officer Jones smiled.

"Ok. I need to talk to Rocky's parents anyway." She said, walking out and closing my door behind her. I sat on my bed, leaning my crutches against the wall. CeCe sat next to me.

"I'm sorry you got hurt, Rocky. So much for Summer of Fun." CeCe said, smiling softly. I rolled my eyes.

"CeCe, I got to go on vacation with you and there's still four weeks of summer vacation left that I still get to spend with you." I said, kissing her softly. She kissed me back instinctively. "Everyday is always fun when you're around." I whispered against her lips. CeCe smiled.

"CeCe, come on! We need to go home now!" Mom called from the living room. CeCe groaned softly. I kissed her again.

"I'll text you later." We both said, laughing. CeCe stood and made her way to the door, limping slightly since she had a sprained ankle after all. She waved before leaving. I laid back on my bed so that my back was against my headboard and my foot was propped up on a pillow, yawning softly before reaching over and grabbing my journal and pen, writing in it.

November 17, 2012

Ok, I know I'm behind on my journal entries, but in my defense, I left my journal at home. Obviously, I'm home now. CeCe just left and I already miss her. I wish Mom and Dad would left me spend the night at CeCe's tonight, but due to a Truth or Dare incident resulting in me having foot surgery to repair a tendon, they won't let me stay the night at Ce's until my foot is better...which won't be for another 5 weeks. Needless to say I won't be climbing in any windows for a while... Mom and Dad always seem to be finding an excuse not to let me stay with CeCe longer than necessary lately. I mean, I get that they aren't thrilled with me dating CeCe, let alone any girl, but they could at least support my decision like Officer Jones...Right? Gotta go. Mom and Dad just walked in...

I closed my journal and set it on my lap, looking up at my parents as they stood in the doorway. They didn't look too happy, my father especially.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked cautiously.

"Raquel, we need to have a serious talk." Dad said, crossing his arms. Uh, oh.

"What about?" I asked, confused. Mom sighed.

"Sweetie, it's about CeCe." She said. My heart just about stopped.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong with her?" I asked, worried. Mom and Dad said nothing for several moments. I didn't like where this was going. "Please answer me. Is something wrong with CeCe?" I asked again. Mom sighed and was about to answer before Dad cut her off.

"Raquel, you need to stop seeing CeCe." Dad said bluntly. Mom sighed and my heart stopped.

"Wh-what? What do you mean 'stop seeing CeCe?' I don't understand." I said.

"I mean, stop seeing her." Dad answered. "You're not allowed to date her. You're not allowed to hang out with her. You're not allowed to dance on Shake It Up, Chicago! anymore..." My jaw dropped. I didn't know what to say.

"Whoa, honey. Don't you think that's going a little overboard?" Mom asked. Thank you, Mom!

"No, I do not. Whenever she hangs out with CeCe, Raquel always ends up getting hurt." Dad said. "That girl needs some serious help and I don't want Raquel around her."

"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed. "Shouldn't I have a say in this? You don't completely control my life. And you have no right talking about CeCe that way."

"Watch your tone, Raquel." Dad warned.

"No! I will not watch my tone. CeCe is my best friend and girlfriend..." Dad cringed at the word 'girlfriend.' "...I understand that you don't like it, Dad. I really do, but I would think that you, as my father, you would actually support me for once." I said, raising my voice. Dad glared at me.

"I have done nothing but support you." He said. I scoffed.

"Raquel, dancing is a waste of time. You're going to study to be a doctor. Raquel, it is sinful to date another girl." I said, repeating things Dad has said to me. "You're practically trying to control my life!" Mom slowly backed away. I could understand why she wanted no part of this argument. At least she supports Team ReCe (thank Deuce for the couple name. CeCe always giggles because our couple name sounds like a peanut butter and chocolate snack).

"I only want what's best for you, Raquel!" Dad said, raising his voice now.

"Then let me make my own decisions! If I make a mistake, then I make a mistake and I learn from it." I said. "Je suis ce que Je suis." I spoke in French.

"Excuse me?" Dad demanded.

"I am what I am." I translated. "I am going to be a professional dancer with CeCe. I am bisexual along with CeCe. Most importantly, I am in love with CeCe and I'm not going to break her heart and my own because you don't like it." Dad looked surprised at my little rant while Mom gave me a proud smile. After what seemed like an eternity, Dad finally spoke.

"That girl is becoming a bad influence in you. You're grounded and you're done with CeCe. I expect you to tell her that tonight." He said, storming out. Mom gave me a sad smile. I knew what that smile said: There's nothing I can do. And with that, Mom followed Dad, closing my door softly. I blinked back tears as pulled my phone out of my pocket when I felt it vibrate. CeCe had texted me.

'Hey! Done unpacking. Are you ok? I heard shouting from your apartment. -CC'

I blinked back tears as I laid my phone down, not replying. I couldn't do it. I couldn't break it off with CeCe. I got another text 7 minutes later, again from CeCe.

'Hey Rocks, are you there? Is something wrong? Talk to me. -CC'

Again, I didn't reply. I kept thinking about what my father said. I was done with CeCe. If he really wanted the best for me, he would let me make my own decisions like a normal 15 year old girl. My phone vibrated 7 minutes after the second text, still from CeCe.

'Rocky, you're starting to scare me now. What's going on? Why aren't you texting back? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Talk to me, please! -CC'

I felt bad now that I had CeCe scared. I hit the 'reply' button and typed away at my screen.

'Hey, sorry I didn't reply. I just got into an argument with my Dad and I'm pretty upset. I didn't mean to worry you. -Rockstar'

I got a reply almost instantly after I hit 'send.'

'What about? -CC'

I blinked back more tears as I replied.

'Us. -Rockstar'

I wiped my eyes, refusing to cry.

'What?! What did he say? -CC'

'I'll tell you in the morning, ok? I really don't wanna talk about it right now. Plus, my pain meds are kicking in and I feel really sleepy. -Rockstar'

I replied, which was true. My pain meds started to kick in and I yawned.

'Oh, ok. Text me when you wake up. I love you. -CC'

'I love you too, Ceece. More than words can describe. I don't ever wanna leave you. -Rockstar'

And with that, I burst into tears. I set my phone down and scooted down on the bed so my head was on the pillow, falling asleep.

(CeCe's POV)

I read the last text Rocky sent carefully. What could've happened that she would say that she never wants to leave me, not that she would, but still. It just doesn't make sense to me. I sighed, setting my phone down my head as I pulled my blanket over me, falling asleep.

So, here's chapter 3. Sorry for the wait and sorry if it's shorter than the previous ones. I'm kinda out of it because my friend, who was like a brother to my BFF (I refer to her as Twin) and I, was killed. His house caught on fire and he died from smoke inhalation saving his twin baby brothers. His family survived, but they lost everything, including Zach. I will try not to let that slow me down from updating, but I'm not promising anything. I'm pretty shaken up, but I will be ok.