Though she wasn't particularly fond of letting CeCe and Rocky sit aside(as they would miss the rest of the tour and would most likely get lost on set), Brooklyn allowed them to sit out until CeCe "felt better". However the girls decided, based on her attitude, that she only did so to get them out of her hair.
"You know, if she wants to be so obvious about hating her job, I don't get why she just won't leave. It's not like anyone's gonna miss her." CeCe muttered under her breath. Rocky had something else on her mind that she just couldn't shake.
"CeCe, again, I'm really, really sorry," CeCe knew that Rocky was sincere and had been since the first apology, which was probably ten apologies ago. She had forgiven her every time, but she felt so horrible that she couldn't even begin to describe.
"Rocky, I already told you, it's okay," The two shared a hug. Rocky knew that CeCe meant it every time that she had said it, but she just couldn't bring herself to forgive... herself. What if they'd found out? It would've been all but her own fault.
But they didn't find out, Rocky constantly reminded herself to avoid feeling any more awful about the situation and quickly tossed the thought. The two stayed in each other's arms for a few seconds before three males voices, which they undoubtedly recognized, ruined the moment.
"Whoa! This place is freaking awesome!" Deuce swooned. And here CeCe thought that only girls did that.
"Well, there's pretty much no difference between Deuce and a girl," Ty had once said. No one really disagreed.
"Ty, Flynn, Deuce, what are you doing here?" CeCe demanded, parting from Rocky.
"Yeah, I thought only dancers were allowed on set,"
"That's where you thought wrong, Rocky." Flynn spun around on his heel to point to Ty, who was flashing three purple passes marked in large letters "SHAKE IT UP, LOS ANGELES! OFFICIAL BACKSTAGE PASS".
"We got backstage passes!" Ty lowered the passes, casting his eyes to Deuce.
"Oh, really? I thought these big letters said free burritos!"
"Why are you always so mean to me? Can't you just leave me be?" CeCe and Rocky simply rolled their eyes.
"Hey CeCe, what's that on your shirt?" Flynn asked through the bickering, pointing to a bright, outstanding red sequin latched onto CeCe's blouse. Rocky picked it off, examining it.
"It's either Gunther or Tinka. They're pretty much the only ones who wear outfits that rainbows puked on so much that it rubs off when you just pass by them."
"Speaking of Gunther and Tinka... I hate them so much!" CeCe outbursted randomly, continuing on with her vent. "It seems like all they know how to do is be major jerks. Gunther is just... Gunther and Tinka's a total bitch. Ty, remind me again why you ever went out with her!" The idea just seemed ludicrous! Even she'd be a better match for him than Tinka.
"Hey, you went out with Gunther!"
"That's because SHE made me!" CeCe pointed at Rocky, but Ty kept talking as if she hadn't said anything.
"One, fifty bucks. Fifty bucks. And two, it wasn't that bad."
"Yeah, so 'not that bad' that you even asked her out again. And even she turned you down! Not a big surprise there." Flynn poked in.
"...Do you ever keep quiet? Wait a minute... How do you know about that?"
"Hey, I know my stuff!"
"Wait, wait, wait..." Rocky gasped. "You like Tinka!" she squealed in unison with CeCe.
"Hell no I don't! And how can you accuse me of liking someone when you're all lovey dovey over Deuce?"
"What?"
"I don't love Deuce! How stupid can you get, Ty? He's... Deuce!" Rocky covered it up with a laugh.
"Thanks! That makes me feel a LOT better!"
CeCe just stood there, trying so hard to suppress her laughter but failing so miserably.
"What are you laughing at? We all know that you're gaga over Gunther! It's so obvious by the way you pretend to hate him!"
"What? Deuce, you know that's not true!"
"Then why was HE the one to break up with YOU?" Deuce jumped back, pulling his jacket over his shoulders victoriously. The group argument was interrupted by Brooklyn, who was returning from the tour with the group not far behind her.
"What is this about Lady Gaga being all over me?" Gunther piped in upon hearing bits of the conversation. CeCe crinkled her nose.
"Lady Gaga all over you? Psh, good luck with that!" While CeCe was busy returning the mockery to the Hessenheffers in exchange for theirs from earlier, Ty was distracted by something else. A brow raised with interest, he glided over to where Brooklyn was standing.
"And this is how you get an LA babe, little dude," He leaned over to tell Flynn.
"This I gotta see." Once Ty had reached the blonde headed woman, he threw an array of cheesy pickup lines at the poor girl, the first being,
"Hey there, do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"
"Would you like extra CHEESE with that?" Ty shooed Flynn. Brooklyn was dressed a bit sophistically for Ty's usual taste, but he didn't really seem to care. He continued to throw what he knew. Meanwhile, CeCe and Rocky were still scuffling with the Hessenheffers.
"You know, it's unfair to just attack us like that," Tinka objected.
"Well you do it all the time!" CeCe complained, fed up with their antics.
"Yes, but we always play unfair!"
"Dude, it's not working." Flynn groaned after five minutes of having to deal with the agony that Ty kept tossing around.
"Actually," Said Brooklyn, who had remained fairly quiet throughout the five minutes, "it kinda was. Can I see you again... Tomorrow, Ty?" she smirked, rather flirtatiously.
"Wow... That actually worked! I mean, yeah it worked. Anyway, sure, I'll set a reminder on my phone." Ty brought out the device. His face fell. "I think there's something wrong with my phone..."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah... Your number's not on it," he answered with a puppy dog pout, holding out his phone.
"You know what? I'm sick of you two! I can't believe you two already ruined our trip to Los Angeles! This was supposed to be fun! But of course, you two just have to go and destroy everything good that happens in our lives, since nothing good ever happens in yours. Come on Rocky, let's go." CeCe stormed off, Rocky trailing behind.
"CeCe, wait!" Gunther began to follow but was stopped by his sister.
"Gunther... What are you doing? That's supposed to be a good thing!" Gunther straightened his posture.
"Let's go, Tinkabell," Gunther rushed in the other direction. What happened? What made him want to go after her? He hates CeCe Jones.
...Right?
Just so we're clear, this chapter does NOT define the couples here. :3 though there may be a bit of each pairing here and there, with some more ;D What does that mean? I have no idea. It's three am and I'm delirious. GOODNIGHT. or good mo'ning if in Australia :DDD