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I'm glad you like the story and I hope you'll like this chapter too. Finally Ty and CeCe go to their first real date. Read to know what happens! :)

Peace&love,

Manu

(CeCe's POV)

Getting ready for a date all over again! Anyways, this time was different. He specifically said a "real" date. Thus, it was much more important than that night in the restaurant with Megan and 'friends'.

I wondered where he would take me this time. He gave me no clues. Well, apart from a sort of advice: he told me to wear something comfortable and not so fancy.

Being the eccentric girl I am, I don't wear 'comfortable' things like simple jeans and a common T-shirt. I'm CeCe Jones, if you get what I mean!

I sat on my bed, staring at the open closet showing my clothes in front of me. I rested my chin on the top of my hand, with my elbow on my right leg. I smiled happily at my sudden illumination. I hope you know what I'm talking about, that pleasant feeling of finding the right clothes to wear.

I threw on a pair of ripped dark blue jeans with a little black chain on the right pocket, a black printed T-shirt and a dark gray blazer. I love this look, it's totally me.

Applied a coat of lip gloss, mascara and eyeliner, I grabbed my phone and stepped out of my apartment, waiting for Ty. I was nervous, a lot. I couldn't stop tapping my foot on the floor or fumbling tensely with my phone.

"Wow, CeCe!" A voice exclaimed from the corner of the corridor. There he was, hot as always, leaned on the wall. Ty was wearing a white pair of jeans, a striped black and gray T-shirt and grey sneakers. Oh, and I almost forgot his black hat. Our clothes matched for colors and style, except for the hat I should've put on too! I mentally took that note.

"Wow, Ty!" I mimicked him, laughing at his surprised face.

He walked up to me and planted a tender kiss on my lips. I wasn't still used to it. Every time he kissed me, I risked to faint.

And, on top of that, Rocky wasn't aware of all of this. We were secretly dating, hanging on the right moment. Our relationship was new and odd even for us. I felt guilty about not telling her the truth, because she was my best friend and I always told her whatever. She's the only one, except my family, who knows about my dyslexia. And that was something I would've said to Ty sooner or later.

I smiled up at him, "Where are we going?" I batted my eyelashes, to get at him.

He took my hands in his. "You'll see," he warned me in a low voice.

We ran down the staircases, like two roadrunners, fearing to be caught by our family or friends. We took every kind of means of transporting you can imagine. Finally, we reached the spot good enough to see the show before us. Chicago's skyscrapers reflecting onto the surface of the lake. It was a great scene. It must've been Ty's presence to make it even more beautiful.

"Woah," I mouthed out.

Ty squeezed my hand, earning my attention, "What about a boat ride, CeCe?"

I beamed at him, "I'd love it! Please Ty!" I clapped my hands together like a child, begging for something I would've surely obtained.

He let out a hearty laugh. "Calm down, girl. It's not like you've never been on a boat!"

I slowed my cheerfulness, smiling bitterly at my thoughts, "Yeah. I was used to come here with my father. But he's so busy now. I never get the chance to see him."

Ty stroked my hair. "I know how you feel. It's the same for me. Don't worry, you can call me daddy, if you want," he stated, chuckling.

I shook my head, laughing, "I definitely prefer calling you Ty."

"I agree."

(Ty's POV)

Rent a small white boat, I motioned CeCe to join me, trying to find the perfect balance. The boat was still on the shore, but enough into the water to fear to fall down.

CeCe stared at me funnily, even if her eyes hid a bit of scare. It was like her feet were attached on the ground, not wanting to move forwards.

"CeCe, do you want me to help you?" I offered, reaching out my hand.

Before answering me, she gazed at my hand and then back at me. The corners of her lips immediately turned up, "Yes, please."

She grasped my hand and attempted to get in, while I gently lifted her from the ground. Finally, she put her feet inside the watercraft and squirmed like crazy, trying to sit down.

"Woah. What a struggle!" I declared, breathing with effort.

CeCe looked hurt, "You mean I'm heavy?"

I puffed, "You? Heavy? You weigh less than a feather! I'm talking about this stupid boat. It's hard to stand on your feet. It keeps swaying!"

"Maybe because we're on the water?"

I rolled my eyes at her, "Thanks, captain obvious!"

She giggled that cute giggle of hers, that made me forget about the fact I could barely even stay sit down and we were on a boat.

Wow, I fell hard for this girl!

I carefully took the oars in my hands, trying different ways to hold them better. Then, I swirled them, putting all of my force in my movements.

CeCe gave me a concerned look, "Wanna me to help you?" he asked, wanting to make herself helpful.

I shook my head, "I can't let a pretty young woman to drive a boat. Be my passenger for today." I winked at her, and a blush crept over her face.

"Thanks," she mumbled, "take me over there. View is wonderful there!" CeCe pointed towards a random point of the lake a few meters away from us.

"The view is pretty much the same, CeCe," I informed her, keeping fiddling with the oars.

She looked at me disappointed, making me feel pity for her. Wow, she was good. "Please," CeCe begged.

So, I rowed across the lake, to reach that point she was pleading to get to. "Here we are," I announced, letting go of the oars, which left me red marks on my hands. Ow.

"I was right, I love this view." Wind messed her hair a bit, making it fly into the air; its color, lightened by the sunlight, was redder than ever.

I smirked. "Yes, I love what I see too."

She punched playfully my arm, "Look at the panorama, idiot!"

Actually, for me, she was my panorama. Anyways, since I didn't want to seem creepy, I turned my head to look at this 'great' thing. The first thought was 'wow'; my mouth assumed an "O" form. View, like she said, was totally breathtaking. You were able to see skyscrapers in full, and people, who looked petite from the distance, walking on the way beside the lake.

"Told yaaa," CeCe said in a singsong voice.

I couldn't help but smile at her childish behavior. It didn't match her style at all, she looked older than she was dressed like that, but she still was a thirteen-years-old. Although, except those childish comments - that I found truly cute - she was also a mature girl. Always wanting to risk and try everything, but still mature. And, sincerely, it's not just her job that matured her. She has been always like that, since I can remember. I was quite surprised about the perseverance of trying to get into the show or her strength about the whole Tom-thing. Surely, she cried some times, but nobody never noticed her upset. For example, Rocky didn't notice.

I caressed her cheeks, soft as peaches, attempting at making eye contact with her. "You're such a perfect girl, CeCe." My voice came out velvety and low.

"You overestimate me, Ty," she retorted, sadly. I never thought CeCe, egocentric and self-confident, would've brought herself down like that.

"I don't. You're beautiful, smart, fun and nice and you like taking risks to get what you want and never back down. It's not like everyone enter a show like Shake It Up! Chicago."

She blushed harder, "Actually, if Rocky didn't handcuffed ourselves together-"

"You would've entered the show anyways. In any way possible," I finished the sentence for her, even knowing she was going to say the opposite.

"I don't think so."

"I know so."

"You're the best boyfriend ever," she leaned in a bit and brushed her lips against my cheek.

"I know that too," I replied, smugly.

"I was going to say you are handsome, sweet, caring and kind, but I'll take it back!" CeCe stuck out her tongue at me, bursting into giggles.

Our ride went all like this: talking, laughing, joking, enjoying each other's company. I wished I could stay with her on that boat forever, but unfortunately, the boat was rented and my hands hurt terribly.

Reached the shore, we stepped out from the boat and decided to take a walk, hand in hand. Best feeling ever. I've never felt this before; with any girl I dated till then. I liked staying with them, sharing some kisses and introducing them to my friends. This time I really wanted to spend with her each single moment of my day, holding her into my arms.

Don't misunderstand me, I'm not some overprotecting and possessive boyfriend, I was just… in love? Maybe. It was too soon to affirm something like that, though. First, I was curious to see how things would have developed. What if she got bored of me and dumped me? No, no way! This possibility was painful for me, so I just drove the thought away from my mind. Damned paranoid being!

"Ty!" CeCe shook my arm several times.

"Huh?"

"Carry me on your back!"

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "How old are you? Four?"

"Plus nine. Please, for me! I'm not heavy, you know," she pleaded again. I gave up and, bend my knees, I motioned her to climb my back. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sufficiently enough to make me breathe.

We - I mean, I - walked around for minutes, holding tight my girl by her legs. People kept staring at us like we were two little puppies. I swear I heard a few aww's by old women nearby.

"Even if you're light, you do have your weight. Why don't we sit on that bench over there?" I suggested, pointing towards a green-varnished bench.

"Ok."

"My back says thank you."

Approached the source of my savior, I put CeCe down and plopped down next to her, relaxing my muscles. I caught her staring at me, quizzically.

"What?"

"How many girls have you dated?" I groaned internally. Why do girls have to be so curious about their boyfriend's past?

"Uh, I don't know," I counted them, using my hands, "I guess… eight?"

CeCe gasped, "Eight? And you're only sixteen!"

"It's not my fault. I've been searching the right girl, the one. Now, I can tell I found her."

She smiled, not so convinced. "You really think so?"

I nodded, "Yeah. I can prove it if you want." I smirked, closing the gap between us.

Her hands moved up to my torso, while I scooped her closer to me; soon, I got really into the kiss and deepened it, swinging my head a bit. As I brought my hands in her bushy hair, caressing her scalp, I licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance. As soon as she gave me the permission, we found ourselves battling for dominance. Damn, she was good! But, being experienced like I was, I won and took the chance to explore every inch of her mouth. A minute later, I pulled away and trailed kisses down her neck, sucking in various spots. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips, making me smirk victoriously.

Then, I realized we were still in a crowded place, and that making out session must've been arrested in that exact moment. So, I approached her ear and whispered into it, "We should continue this another time. Somewhere else."

She nodded in agreement, with her eyes closed.

"So, ready to go home?" I stood up, offering her my hand.

"Are you going to take me home on your back?"

"Forget it!"

I followed MusicDoll1155's advice about the boatride: I thought it was so romantic! I wish I could do it with a special person :P

And, I inserted a make-out scene like TrinitylovesRoshonfreak suggested! xD

Thanks for the other suggestions, but I didn't want them to go a restaurant again. :O

Please, review and tell me what you think!