Special Note: OK, I'm tweaking the ages of CeCe, Rocky, Ty, and Deuce just a little bit. Because, in reality, CeCe is 13/14 and Ty is 17/18, which would be . . . weird. RAWR.

OK, so the ages:

Rocky = 14
CeCe = 14
Ty = 16
Deuce = 15

CeCe runs out of the grocery store, almost tackling Deuce as he stalked over to his mom's car. "Deuce, WAIT!"

"WHAT?" He yells, turning towards the small fourteen-year-old.

"Why are you so mad?" she asks.

"Why?" Deuce takes a deep breath. "Because you didn't tell me,"

"Because you would've told Rocky!" CeCe declares. "And that's kinda what we wanted to avoid,"

"Okay, maybe I will!" Deuce turns to go.

"Deuce, wait!" CeCe grabs his arm, pulling him to a stop.

"WHAT?"

"Please, please, don't tell Rocky," CeCe pleads.

"And why shouldn't I?"

"Because you're my friend,"

"Really?" Deuce's expression is almost sincere. But then it turns angry. "'Cause I beg to differ," And then he stalks away, leaving CeCe staring after him in shock.

THIS MEANS BREAK - THIS MEANS BREAK - THIS MEANS BREAK

"OK, so I was talking about Deuce today . . . " Rocky begins, staring at CeCe.

"He told you, didn't he?" CeCe asks.

"Told me what?"

He didn't tell her? CeCe thinks. Then, Deuce walks into the room. He looks at Rocky. "Hey, baby," he says, kissing her on the forehead.

"Hi, Deucey, I was just talking about you,"

Deuce looks over at CeCe. "Oh, really?"

"Yes," CeCe whispers.

"Hmm. Have you been talking about Ty?" Deuce asks.

CeCe freezes, but Rocky merely laughs. "No, why?"

Deuce looks over at CeCe. "Just wondering,"

"ROCKY!" CeCe cries. "DEUCE! GET OUT!"

Both look at CeCe oddly. Then Rocky frowns. "What?"

"I have to tell you something, and I don't want Deuce to know,"

"Hmph," Deuce mumbles. "I already know,"

"Um, OK." Rocky nods over to Deuce, who shrugs and walks out. Then she looks over to her best friend. "What do you want to tell me?"

CeCe shrugs. "Well, you've been dating Deuce, who is Ty's best friend, and you're my best friend, and . . . well, I'm just babbling now, but . . . sometimes I lie in bed and pretend I'm a carrot,"

Rocky laughs. "Seriously?"

"Uh . . . " CeCe shakes her head. "No, not really. Um . . . Uh . . . " she pauses, then says in one big rush: "Ty and I have been dating for the past two months."

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