AN:The Shake It Up fandom used to be full of aspiring writers who helped each other out, gave constructive criticism and were almost like one big happy family. Ive been receiving hate on this story and rude reviews via PM's. I worked really hard on that first chapter and it really hurt that people would say the things they said about it, not only on this story but on my other Shake It Up stories. I think I might just close this account and start another one for another fandom if this carries on. I mean, I got over 100 views yet only one positive comment? Oh and thanks to RoganLover, best writer, reviewer and friend ever!
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A month has passed since we moved to Chicago. I've become quite close friends with Rocky and she has helped me with Flynn but doesn't understand why I look after
him so often. Nobody does. I can't say that's it's mothers instinct, so I just shrug. I have been leaving him with Georgia more often though and he has learnt to listen to her as well.
I had an audition for this awesome dance show Shake It Up Chicago with Rocky. We had both been attending a dance class at the community centre.

I was more confident to wear tighter shirts because I had lost all the baby weight. I still ate healthily though, I just found I preferred healthy foods.
Rocky had never been in my room, thank goodness for that seeing as I slept in the same room as Flynn.

" Are you excited for the auditions? " I asked Rocky.
" Ya! " Rocky answered happily. " Get this, they're moving all the selected kids to a dance based boarding school an hour away where they're going to film the shows during the week! "
" Maybe this is a bad idea, " I say thinking about two month old Flynn.
" What's the problem? " Rocky asked puzzled.
" Flynn, I'm not leaving him, " I gulped.
" It's only weekly so we go home on weekends, " Rocky assured me. " Plus, he's your brother, I'm thrilled I have a shot at getting away from mine! "
" Flynn and I have been through a lot together, " I explained. " Georgia couldn't handle him, he barely trusts her, he only trusts me. "
" He's two months old, " Rocky laughed. " What could you possibly have been through together before you moved here if he was a month old. "
" You have no idea, " I muttered under my breathe.
She looked at me suspiciously, " For example? "
" Rocky, these are things I have trouble discussing with even my psychologist or Georgia, " I said looking at my feet and sniffing. " I'm not ready to tell. "
Rocky knew she had gone to far and sympathetically gave me a big bear hug.
" I'm sorry Ce, " she apologized. " You know I'll be here for you if you need to talk or just cry, okay? "
I nodded, " Thanks. I'll try out for the spot, and if we both get in I'll talk to Georgia about it. "

Georgia had a degree in psychology, but she had decided to be a police officer instead after her ex-husband left her alone and penniless. That's why she had so humbly adopted me. Technically, Flynn was under her custody, but she had let me have full control over him and it was my choice to be his primary caregiver, even though Georgia had happily offered.

Rocky had invited me over for a sleepover that night, but I couldn't because we were going over to Georgia's parents house to meet them and have dinner.
In Georgia's new Mercedes Benz on the way to her parents house, I sat in the back next to Flynn's car seat just incase he wanted me.
" Um, Cece? " Georgia called from the back.
" Yeah? " I answered.
" My parents don't know of your situation, I wasn't sure whether you wanted them to know or not. I think you should meet them first before you decide, okay? "
I nodded. I wasn't sure what to say to Georgia's parents. Apparently her mom was very traditional and religious, but her father laid back.
We drove into a fairly posh house on the outskirts of town made from wood where a lady and a man were seated on the porch.
The lady had dark raven hair cut into a bob with a pink hat, a white shirt with a pink cardigan and a pink skirt with buckled pink shoes and little white socks and white gloves on. She looked fairly young, although her sense of dress and a few wrinkles around her eyes gave away that she was not exactly just short of middle age and might have been between 50 and 60 years old.
The man had grey hair and a snow white mustache, sported a pair of fairly well used glasses and a golf cap. He had on a loose buttoned up yellow shirt and black shorts accompanied by simple black sandals. His cheery smile sported some clearly yellow and badly looked after teeth!
We got out the car. I scooped up a sleeping Flynn into my arms. As soon as Georgia's mother saw Flynn she came running!
" Oh how sweet! " she cooed at Flynn. " How old is he? "
" 2 months and 1 week, " I instantaneously answered. " This is Flynn. "
She smiled at Flynn. Obviously she was the mothering type.
" Hi mom, " Georgia greeted her mom, giving her a big hug.
" Hi Georgie! " her dad waved. She blushed at the use of her nickname.

We were all seated around the dinner table eating Georgia's mom Allison's vegetarian lasagne. Her father, Carl, had made his organic, delicious, fresh orange juice!
" So Cecelia, " Allison said insisting on using my full name, " How old are you now? "
" I turned thirteen three months ago, " I answered.
" And do you enjoy school? " she asked curiously.
" Well, yes, but I have trouble because I'm dyslexic, but I try not to let that get in my way! " I answered.
" Good attitude, " Carl noted.
" Have you got a boyfriend? " Allison asked innocently.
I thought carefully before answering, " Never had enough time. "
" Don't let them too close, " warned Allison. " A beautiful and sweet girl like you, the boys will be attracted and you might get knocked up! "
Georgia and I both stopped eating.
" Please excuse me, " I said leaving the table, " bathroom. "

From the bathroom I could hear the whole conversation. I sat on the toilet seat hugging my knees, bawling my eyes out.
" You see her father was an abusive rapist, " Georgia explained. " He loved only sex, money and power. Murdered her mother before she even had her first birthday, leaving her alone with that monster in the house. "
" What about Flynn? " Allison asked.
" I'm getting there, " replied Georgia. " Anyway, he took her virginity before she started school and eventually pulled her out of school, but Cece went anyway. When she was twelve he decided he needed more money, so he basically sold her to one of his mates. Every night the guy would come to their house and rape her. Eventually, Cece fell pregnant with Flynn and after she went to a doctor for help, the state intervened and her dad and the other man were arrested and Cece came to live with me. "
" That's awful! " Allison exclaimed. " May I go talk to her? "
Georgia must have nodded, because soon there was a knock in the bathroom door.
I opened the door, wiping tears from my eyes.
" Cecelia darling? " Allison said motherly. " You alright? "
I nodded, at which she raised her eyebrows, then shook my head and starting crying all over again.
" I'm so sorry, " she said. " How about I make you some tea? And I have chocolate! Always makes me feel better, how about it? "
I smiled at her, " Yes please! "

We sat on the couch, her arm around my shoulder, draped in blankets drinking tea and eating chocolates. I was babbling like a little kid about how cute Flynn was but how irritating it could be having to drop everything for him. I sounded mature, but immature at the same time. Her motherliness brought out my inner child that had always wanted this type of mother daughter moment!
Inside my heart I hoped Flynn and I would have this type of open and loving relationship. Right now he was a momma's boy, but a lot can change quickly you know!