A/N: Sorry about the wait, I wasn't really sure about continuing this story. But since this story is about my favorite imagined couple I was like "I cant abandon this story!" And so I started grabbing ideas. Oh yeah, and my birthday is the 29th! Woooh.

Cece's Point Of View:

He think's I'm what? "You think I'm beautiful? Me, Cecelia Jones?" I asked looking around, shocked.

"Yeah, I really do. Why is it so hard to believe." He asked me with questioned eyes.

"Well, you're you, and I'm me. You're so, and I'm so, I cant explain it." I giggled.

Ty's Point Of View:

I was falling for her more and more at the moment, even her being confused is beautiful to me. I should really get a doctor on this. The smell of the roses tickled my nose.

"You don't think you're beautiful do you?" I asked her.

"Well, I'm alright. I wouldn't go head over heels for myself." She blushed.

"Well, I would." I admitted, regretting what I had said 5 seconds later.

"W- Where is this all coming from?" She asked me, with a distinguished chuckle under her breath.

"It's coming from my heart." I admitted again, Really Ty? She probably thinks you're weird now!

She stood before me and smiled for a bit, slightly dancing on her tip-toes.

"What's with all the moving around?" I asked, worriedly.

"Well, you see. I've had a crush on you ever since me and Rocky became friends." She told me.

I cleared my head, shocked of what I had just heard. "Wow, really? You've liked me that long huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. I'm weird, and hard to believe, but yeah that's me." She chuckled the same she did 5 minutes ago, slightly turning away before I grabbed her shoulder.

"Why do you consider yourself weird all the time?" I asked her, desperate for an answer.

"Well, you know, usually dyslexic kids are labeled weird." She replied looking down.

"You have dyslexia? I didn't know about this." I gently screamed, trying to calm myself.

"You weren't really meant to know." She grunted again sprinting out of the room, I just sat there.

What just happened? What was that about, there was so much I didn't know about Cece, I need to find out.

I sat on the ledge of the roof, still trying to remember what happened just a few moments ago.

"You didn't have to run away." I whispered to myself.

Cece's Point Of View:

What have I done? I told the boy I like that I have dyslexia, how embarrassing?

He must think I'm some kind of retard who doesn't know my alphabets or something.

"Rocky, and he told me that I'm beautiful, it was just all too much. My ego is only so big." I explained.

"I understand, but when my brother calls someone or something beautiful, he means it." My best friend replied.

I smiled at her, "Really? So he truly thinks I'm beautiful?" I bounced up and down on my tip-toes one again.

"Yeah, trust me. The word beautiful doesn't really slip out of Ty's mouth much, it's rare." Rocky joked.

"I just hope he likes me the way that I like him." I smiled, plopping down on her bed.

Another Authors Note: Sorry it was so short, hope you enjoyed.