Yup. I don't own Shake it Up.


Rocky followed Ty back to the apartment, and he lead her to his disheveled room.

"So...what do I do to get Cece to like me?" asked Rocky.

"To show a lady you're all that, you need the look," said Ty, showing off with a spin.

"The 'look?'"

"Yeah. You know, fresh new kicks and pants, you gotta like that and you know you wanna dance."

"Did you just quote MC Hammer?"

"...No."

"Look," Rocky sighed, "I don't think clothes are gonna make Cece want to be my girlfriend."

Ty froze with a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Wait, did you say girlfriend?"

"Yeah."

Ty rummaged through a pile of festering laundry and pulled out a small stack of papers. Ty dropped them in her arms. Upon looking closer Rocky realize they were her Teen Beat magazines she had coincidentally lost a while ago.

"Um...I thought you said you were going to 'give me a lesson in love?'"

"Hey, I may know how to impress a fine lady, but I'm stuck when it comes to commitment." He practically shoved her out the door and slammed it.

Rocky groaned in annoyance. The magazines didn't tell her what to do if she liked a girl. She threw them in her trash bin and flopped onto her pillow face-first. Slowly sleep overcame her as she drifted off to her forbidden fantasy land.

Rocky found herself in the gym locker room. She was wearing her uniform of a plain t-shirt and shorts. Usually the locker room was bustling with activity, smelling of sweat, deodorant, and cheap perfume. But now it was empty. The only sound was the trickling of one of the school's showers. She crept closer to the one shower that had feet showing from under the curtains. She could see a sleek, feminine silhouette behind the curtains, running her fingers through her hair, and then leaning over to turn off the water.

The rustling of the thin sheet was heard, and the silhouette revealed herself: Cece, soaking wet, with only a short towel preserving her modesty. Barely.

"Oh, hi, Rocks. I didn't know you'd be here." Cece tried to sound innocent, but her voice was dark and seductive, as well as every other part of her.

"I'm s-sorry Cece, I was just leaving and I-" Cece took Rocky's wrists and smiled. She guided Rocky's hands to her slim waist, nearly touching her bottom.

"Who said I wanted you to leave?" Cece fiddled with the hem of her towel, and it slowly slipped off, revealing...

"NO!"

It took Rocky a few seconds to come to her senses. Her bedroom light was still on, and she remembered not brushing her teeth yet. Yet again, her body was drenched in heat, much like Cece was in her dream.

"Stupid puberty..." Rocky mumbled, going to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.


Tuesday arrived sooner than Rocky anticipated. She hadn't had a dream about Cece since that Saturday night, but in her waking hours Rocky's mind wandered. Today Cece was wearing deathly short jean shorts and a small blue tank top, which didn't seem to be adhering to the school's dress code.

"Oh no," thought Rocky, "Be cool, Rocky, be cool. Don't let your teenage boy brain come out."

"S'up, Cece," Rocky said, in a deeper register of her voice, unintentionally startling herself.

"Hey Rocky, ready for dance rehearsal?" said the redhead sweetly, leaning over a little. This revealed to Rocky just how utterly low-cut the shirt was.

"Sweet Jesus. Has Cece gotten bigger since I last saw her or..."

"Rocky?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course."

Cece furrowed her brow. "There you go again."

"What?"

"You're acting like you did on Saturday. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

Rocky hid her nervousness. "Yes, Cece. Now stop worrying so we can get to the studio."

"Oh, right! Let's go!"


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