Disclaimer: Shake It Up! is very much, definantly not mine. But I'll buy it as soon as I kidnap Obama and get a magical unicorn named Jessicali Sweetumcakes.

CeCe didn't like herself. She's too... Flanky. A little girl even told her she has the figure of the number one. She also thinks her dancing looked like a shoestring flopping in the wind, and her dyslexia. Sometimes it made her feel like she was just plain stupid, like when she had to ask Rocky for help on a simple English essay. Rocky sweetly obliged to it, but CeCe still felt like Dumbo for even asking her.

She's staring at herself in the mirror and all she sees is CeCe. Not a diva, not Crystal McHotness, just CeCe.

Maybe she isn't as hot as thinks she is. She doesn't even know what Rocky sees in her. Rocky's described her as the most beautiful, elegant, sweetest (not to mention hottest) girl she's ever met, but CeCe just sees a redhead. Just a plain ol' redhead.

"CeCe, I got the betwinkler from Gunther!" Rocky walked into the Jones' residence holding her and CeCe's bikinis and the betwinkler, and called out for the redhead. She walzted into CeCe's room and saw her staring at her reflection. She saw how CeCe was looking at the reflection, and her eyebrows were fixed into shameful look.

Rocky watched CeCe shook her head and made her way to the pink, blue, and turquoise frilly sheets, proceeding to flop on them. CeCe felt the bed sink and was greeted by a waterfall of chocolate over her eyes, feeling a pair of grape-misted lips pressing against her own, and they twisted to gently murmur,"What's wrong?"

She shook her head again. Rocky didn't quit. "I'm not gonna stop until you tell me what's bothering you." She flipped on the sheet and kicked off her sparkling pink shoes, and pulled at CeCe's arms until the redhead's body was positioned and aligned on top of hers.

"Am I too skinny?" The way CeCe's lips slid against hers as she spoke made her see stars, and Rocky pushed a tendril of red curls away from the Vanilla skin, but it just fell back in front of CeCe's eyes as soon as it was tucked behind her ear. Rocky shook her head. "CeCe, your body is amazing, don't take some little pageant girl's opinion." It was creepy how Rocky could figure out what CeCe thoughts were at sometimes.

"Seriously Rocky, don't just say that."

Rocky grinned, that one little front tooth sticking out from the others. "I rather you be skinny than a big ol' balloon."

"I can't read." Rocky nearly laughed at that girl's words, how wrong she was about it. Rocky narrowed her eyes. "CeCe, no one can even tell you have dyslexia. Sometimes I even forget."

"Amber knows. She told me yesterday that I have alphabet-soup vision." Rocky rolled her eyes at the mention of Amber. But then she giggled as she remembered CeCe's 'Confrontation' with her before they left her house.

"CeCe, I understand that you love me and all, but did you really have to break Amber's fingers?"

CeCe scoffed. "Well, DUH Rocky! No one, and I mean NO ONE, touches your awesome cute butt except for me. Yes, I had to break her fingers, and I hope her tears were super-extra salty. And her nail polish was SO last week anyway. Those things needed to be hidden." Rocky laughed that high-pitch laugh and she struggled to catch her breath.

"You should've apologized CeCe."

"Yeah, I'm gonna apologize to a girl who stalks you, tried to grab your butt, and watched us have-"

The bed vibrated and CeCe heard a little tune, Rocky reaching for her cell. She unsuccessfully blew a strand of hair out of her view, but CeCe pushed it back for her. She smiled at her, and finally answered her phone. "Hey Hey Hey!"

"Hey Rocky, you ready to meet up yet?"

"Oh yeah, me and CeCe are just waiting for Ty and my mom to get back then we can hit the waves!" Rocky smacked CeCe's hand away as CeCe attempted to push up the other girl's shirt.

"Well, I'm here waiting with Flynn and CeCe's mom, and I think I just over fed his Hamster, because he's not moving or pooping everywhere anymore."

"Deuce, you have managed to lose or kill every one of Flynn's pets." Rocky didn't mind CeCe's fifth attempt, and she let her shirt be bundled up to her chest, and she bit down on her lip as CeCe traced mindless patterns on her stomach.

"I don't mean to! I just can't help it! Gosh..." She heard a sniffle.

"Are you... Are you crying?"

"No... I'll call you when it's time to leave, okay?"

"Kay, bye." The call was ended and CeCe raised an eyebrow. "I'm starting to think Deuce is an animal-serial killer..."

Rocky shrugged and pressed her lips against CeCe's, her thumbs brushing over CeCe's cheeks. CeCe shivered and she tried really hard not to kiss back, but her lips failed her. As always.

When CeCe and Rocky make out, It's like Lindsay Lohan and her problems; Once you've started, it's difficult to stop.

"Rocky, we have to get dressed." Rocky kisses down her neck and mumbles back,"So? We have like thirty minutes." CeCe gently pushed on Rocky's shoulders and stared into her brown eyes. Rocky pouted.

"No, we have until Ty or your mom walks in. Okay, I promise that I'll rub," CeCe huskily breathed out, her hand slipping beneath Rocky's sky blue sweatpants, her fingers pushing the lacy undies aside, and gliding over Rocky. The brunette nearly closed her eyes and she whimpered. CeCe whispered,"Lots and lots of sun tan lotion on you... All over you." CeCe's hot breath mingled in Rocky's ear as her hands were lightly scraping on CeCe's skin, little marks starting to exist.

CeCe kept on rubbing and twisting her fingers over Rocky's sweet spot, smiling as Rocky began literally falling apart beneath her. "And I'll make sure I get every inch of your body, soaking wet."

"Oh gosh, CeCe." Rocky's face was burning red as CeCe's fingers slid over her, and she panted. CeCe lay another kiss against her lips and torturously pulled her fingers out of the girl's clothing, and laughed at the red faced girl.

"You're so easy, Rocky."

Rocky glared at her and embarrassingly tied her sweatpants back up and mumbled.

"Shut up... Blonde."

"So, any of you ladies got a man in the house? I'll be glad to take over if not." Flynn sat at the Tiki bar with a bunch of women, obviously older than him, giggling at his pick-ups and were just all over him. What shocked CeCe everytime is that all these women are hotter than her. Seriosuly, at least let them look Lindsay Lohan when she was still a redhead, and still pretty.

CeCe also wondered why she was thinking about Lindsay Lohan so much today. Maybe it's her birthday.

What CeCe liked about this beach was that it was sunset and she and Rocky could sneak off whenever and wherever they wanted when nightime falls. AND just to CeCe delight, her and Rocky's mom booked little a Tiki-Hawaii-Looking-Cabin-Beach-House-Thing, and Rocky and CeCe have a room all to themselves.

She's gonna make Rocky scream tonight.

But right now, Rocky is currently trying to drown her.

"Rocky, calm down! You have two floaties on and I, THE skinniest girl ever, can pick you up. You're NOT going to drown!" CeCe reminded her, for the twenty-eighth freaking time...

The water is just up to her waist and Rocky has her legs around CeCe's waist with her arms are gripped around CeCe's neck. "But CeCe, I can't swim. If I drown, I will lose the Perfect Attendance Award, AND my Honor Awards. I can't risk that!"

"Just because I don't have all that it doesn't mean you need to drown me!" She knew Rocky was only playing about the awards, but she saw in her those brown eyes that Rocky was genuinely scared of drowning. Rocky never learned how to swim, thus resulting in a phobia of drowning, and clinging to CeCe whenever she got the chance.

CeCe had her arms under Rocky's bottom, an Rocky had her eyes closed and her face buried into CeCe's neck. The redhead sighed,"Rocky, look at me."

Rocky lifted her face out of the cupcake-scented neck and let her eyes greet CeCe's, full of sweetness and love. Her voice was a sibling of the emotions as she softly spoke. "I'm right here with you, okay? I won't let anything happen to you. I swear."

Rocky's face hinted at a smile as she glanced down, her brown locks falling over her eyes. "Kiss swear?"

CeCe rolled her eyes but grinned. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Rocky's, and pulled out so that Rocky's gaze was locked with hers. Rocky spoke softly. "Can we go back to shore now?"

Eyebrows twisted, and CeCe's face fell. "My kisses are wasted with you. That was suppose to be encouraging!"

Rocky whined. "But I'm cold." CeCe raised an eyebrow.

"Rocky, it's like seventy degrees right now, and the sun has gone down. The only way you would be cold, is if you were really, soaking wet."

It took a few moments for CeCe to realize what she had said, and it's double-meaning, as she saw the blush on Rocky's cheeks through the lights coming from the shore. She felt the heat on her cheeks too as it popped into her head. That was really the wrong choice of words...

It's like CeCe finally noticed what position they were in, and that Rocky's nether regions were pressed against her stomach. Oh gosh.

"Um, yeah, let's get back to shore."

As CeCe's feet padded against the sand, she settled Rocky on their towels and sat down beside her, watching the sun dip into the ocean and the orange blaze turn into a cool dark blue, the stars showing up one by one. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Rocky. Almost.

A pinky was laced with her own, and she glanced at the hand. "CeCe... You're beautiful, down to your heart. If the world throws stuff like that at you, it only makes you more elegant than before. And if you ever feel like you still aren't, just tell me, and I'll prove you very wrong."

CeCe honestly didn't know how to respond to that, so she didn't, instead leaning her body onto Rocky's and letting all of her fingers twist with Rocky's. They were silent, until Rocky murmured. "Do you wanna... Check out our cabins?"

The redhead was quiet for a moment, and in all honesty, it had been WAY too long since she and Rocky got 'breezy' with eachother. She then grinned and pulled Rocky up, heading to her mom. What kind of magazine is 'Grape Soda Today'?... "Mom, we're going to our cabin, kay?"

Miss Blue looked up from next to Miss Jones and noticed CeCe and Rocky looked, and decided not to ask. "Okay, the door to the house is open, the number is sixty-nine, your room is the last one down the hall, don't break anything, have fun."

Oh, she will.

Rocky led CeCe the east of the beach, taking a path through a bunch of palm trees that led to a bunch of cabins, spaced out like a bunch of overly tattered-jigsaw pieces. She internally thanked the beach manager for building them so far away from each other; The neighbors don't really need to know Rocky's name.

She stopped Rocky where they stood and she looked awkwardly at her feet. "Rocky, I don't wanna... Ya know, today."

Rocky looked shocked at that. "Why not?"

"Because, I just don't feel comfortable today." Rocky saw where this was coming from, and she merely began walking again with CeCe wrist clasped in her hand. If CeCe didn't feel beautiful, she's going to make her realize it.

Once they maneuvered themselves to the room, Rocky shut the door, twisting the lock, then pressing her slightly ruffled girlfriend against it's cool wooden surface.

Well, the house had recieved two complaints, all of which Rocky and CeCe ignored, but what they didn't know that it was actually Deuce and Ty, trying to watch the NBA Finals. Okay, they hadn't complained, they just yelled 'Shut up!' and 'Stop being girls watch some basketball!'

"Comon' LeBron! Getcha' head the game, man!" Ty was dressed in his white-T and his boxers, while Deuce had on his sweatpants and his gray shirt. There was another bump from the hall, and Ty rolled his eyes. "What're they doing back there?"

"I don't know, and I should care, but I don't." Ty held out a bowl to Deuce. "Now go refill my nachos, extra cheese."

Deuce rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen, and watched Ty slam his fist onto the table multiple times, yelling at the flashing screen. Crazy.

He knew that Ty only joked when he called him a sissy-boy, and a wimp, and dingle who can't get a girl... He rolled his eyes, but sometimes it really got to him how he couldn't do all that other manly stuff that Ty could do. Well, then again, he can't dance, he isn't a super pretty boy, and every girl doesn't wanna fawn over him when he talks.

"Ty, I got a deal for you," Deuce said, while Ty turned and grabbed the now cheese-filled bowl. "I challenge you to a weight lifting-contest."

Deuce expected it when Ty was on the ground and laughing his nachos back out. Deuce growled,"Ty, I'm serious. I know I'll probably beat you anyway, since you're afraid of hurting your pretty little face."

Once he composed himself, Ty took a deep breath. "Alright, you're on, we'll head to the Gym Center later then. And my pretty little face can beat your tiny little butt anyday, boy. Now, get me more cheese, girly-feet." It's not Deuce's fault that he doesn't like his feet all wrinkly and dry.

Maybe Cuba was better than Chicago.

XxX

"CeCe, shhh..."

"I can't..." CeCe wondered, how can she NOT be quiet at a time like this? Logic Rocky, logic.

The pink and green covers were pulled over them and to make it even better the whole entire room was lit with tiki torches. The redhead was hastily breathing against Rocky's neck as the girl over her was silently praying that CeCe didn't scream.

It's not that Rocky didn't want to hear her, she really, truly did, it's just that CeCe is an extremely loud girl and Ty and Deuce are in the cabin's living room and these walls are probably not soundproof. At least there's lock.

CeCe's face is inflamed and her kisses were getting weaker and weaker by the moment as Rocky touches her in the most gentle way possible. Every thrust made her skin shiver, then melt, her toes curling and relaxing each moment. Her jean shorts had been pulled around her ankles along with her undies, and Rocky had taken her heart like it was the first time again.

She was really trying her best not to explode, but whenever she strained her eyes open, she was glacing into the stars that took her to another state of pleasure. Rocky seriously made her feel like she was in a different universe, but it was always hazy and white and just mind-shattering. She would stay in that place forever if she could, it was so...

"Ohhh God, Rocky!"

Okay, that time, she really couldn't help it, but it is entirely Rocky's fault.

The brunette's fingers were skilled and CeCe's hips twisted and followed their movements, up and down, and 'round and 'round. Hot breaths were swallowed against each mouth and fingers flicked at sensitive places. Her body was trembling and she was squeezing her eyes shut, simultaneously keeping her hands on Rocky's waist. Her extensive moans began turn to small whimpers, her vision began to blur, her mind becoming more mush than it usually was.

Rocky was becoming a disease, a fever. It's spread through her body so severely, nothing will probably cure it, and if she possibly did, she'd probably never recover from it. But CeCe never said she wanted a cure.

The blanket was playing a large role in the sweat that had formed on the girls' bodies, CeCe continuously feeling her palms sliding down Rocky's back, and CeCe incessantly forcing Rocky's body down, Rocky flinching as CeCe forced her centre against the brunette's. Her head was thrown downwards and she let out a long breath, but this was CeCe's night, even if it meant sacrificing the best feeling ever.

Hands moved to the back of a neck and for a moment, CeCe's eyes met a matching pair of the chocolate-golden eyes and everything that mattered to CeCe suddenly was suddenly as valuble as a piece of string, all that mattered was Rocky.

She felt Rocky going as deep as she could now, the tips of her fingers inching against CeCe's silk walls, unknowingly pressing upwards and making the redhead arch her body onto the brunette's. It wasn't until that hazy, blank state began to take over her vision and mind and Rocky started moving with CeCe as she thrusted forward.

CeCe's legs lifted up and they slid around Rocky's girl's undie-clad waist, CeCe forcing down Rocky's lowers against her own. It was becoming very difficult for Rocky to sustain her composure and she is going to literally lose if CeCe keeps that up. It was an awkward position, CeCe's legs trapping her inside with her arm stuck in place, but nonetheless, CeCe was still moaning, so she's happy.

Kissing CeCe must of had made her disoriented, because Rocky felt either the bed inching away from her or CeCe rocking herself, with Rocky intertwined in her legs, off the bed.

She got an full answer when the sky seemed to be the bed, the blankets dropping with her and fall being broken by a warm, pillowy body, but she almost forgot that the pillow was CeCe.

"Heh, my bad CeCe."

CeCe winced. "Aw, that's gonna hurt in the morning too."

Rocky wasted no time and her lips grazed CeCe's again, the cool surface below CeCe began to warm up again and those delicate fingers made their way back into CeCe, the redhead moaning a shivering, delicate breath. The momentarily disrupted haze that the redhead had been in began to fade her vision again, every little motion.

Rocky kept on kissing, touching, and doing all the right things until CeCe's eyes snapped shut.

She was surprised by the tingling sensation spreading through her, and then the pleasure robbing her senses and completely shutting down all of her body. Billions of stars burst into twinkling dust, and she was floating through her own body. She was squeezing Rocky's arms until circulation was probably cut off, the shuddering and shaking going through her, feeling her toes curl and flex, her entire body moving in different variations. Rocky quickly covered CeCe's flush lips as the girl gave out a loud yelp, so intense that it sounded it like it hurt.

CeCe thought it was over, until another thrust and she was squeezing her eyelids shut, and nearly yelling the walls out as the echoes hit them and fell. Rocky kept her mouth against CeCe's, knowing that the girl couldn't really control it, the final voice leaving CeCe's throat. She let the rigid pleasure torturously flow away, nearly becoming a puddle of jello.

That was when Rocky's arm finally gave out, her body gently collapsing on CeCe's lithe one, struggling to find where her breath went. CeCe had all the breath though. "Rocky?" Her voice sounded as if she'd been screaming all day... Rather, all night.

"Hm?"

"That was insane, but get this blanket off of me before I have a heat stroke." Rocky flipped to the side and pulled the thick cover from over their heads, immediately turning to look at CeCe. The redhead remained looking upwards, until the silence was broken.

"Darnit, my hand! I broke my hand!"

"Man, make it stop bleeding then!"

"I can't, it's just gushing everywhere!"

"Get a tissue! That'll help it!"

"No, how about two, because it's totally gonna soak up all the BLOOD ON THE GROUND!" That came from downstairs, and CeCe gave Rocky a look. She settled her sight to the ceiling again, the tiki torches flickering from side to side and illuminating each girls' features.

"I didn't wanna do that."

"Yes you did; I wanted you to because I want you to realize that even if you don't feel like you're pretty, you're always going to be in my eyes."

"You technically raped me."

"It's not rape if you liked it, CeCe."

"Touche."

Her limbs still weak and fragile, she pulled Rocky closer on the bedroom floor, she whispered,"You how everyone has Bieber Fever?"

"Yeah." Rocky kisses CeCe's nose and lets her hair rain over their faces. CeCe gave a little grin.

"I think I have Blue Flu."

Think of it as a gift for the 4th of July. But actually, I always wanted to move to Canada because I heard they PEE MAPLE SYRUP. OMIYOSHNOFLIPPINGWAY. But I don't drink pee, because frankly, it's revoulting :L Even if it does tase like warm, buttery, sugary goodness. I heard that Irish people pee beer. That's not very nice, now is it? I'm Irish and I pee grape soda :/

Please do review, because this is AMERICA (For now), and if you don't, I'll just grape-soda all over your shoes and wipe my feet on your doormat and walk out your house.

Hmph.