Title: Addiction
Prompt: Poison
Summary: Set during Show it Up. What if there was no blackmail picture? How else would Cece have convinced Ty to enter the talent show?
Note: This chapter has a different feel to it than the last one… Personally, I like it a little better…
Disclaimer: I do not own Shake it Up, or any of it's characters, settings, or episodes.
Ty was just doing what he did; flirting with girls. She was a blonde sitting at the café across the street from his apartment building, named Rachel. Just when she started looking bored, he pulled out his secret weapon, dancing.
Rachel looked pretty impressed. But then looked like she was about to laugh. He looked down and saw Cece latch on to his leg saying, "Please please please please please!"
"Please what?" He responded. Rachel let out an exasperated sigh and left.
Cece jumped up and looked him in the eye. He had never noticed before how pretty her eyes were…
"Please… will-you-dance-with-me-and-Rocky-at-the-talent-show!" She said quickly as if it were one, long word.
"No. I don't dance at talent shows. They're stupid."
"I agree, but its really, really, really important to Rocky… So… please?"
"No. I already said no-"
Then she kissed him.
He could feel the poison setting in as her lips brushed against his. Her tongue flitted into his mouth, and left as quickly as it had come. Like poison, he could feel her spreading through him. Addiction; That initial rush of adrenaline that took his breath away, yet wasn't nearly enough. He wanted more, but she was already gone.
The whole life-pivoting moment had taken less than two seconds. She looked into his eyes and murmured, "Please?"
He didn't answer, too shell-shocked and breathless to speak. "I'll take that as a yes!" She said brightly, regaining her carefree, upbeat nature, "He said he'd do it!" Rocky looked up from her conversation with Rachel, smiling hopefully. He felt his face heat up as he realized his sister had been there the entire time.
Cece looked so happy - so confident, so optimistic - that he didn't have the heart to correct her. He would do anything to make her this happy, even if it meant he had to dance in the talent show. He'd do it, for her.
She was a drug. One taste was all it took. One taste, and he was addicted. She was nicotine to his lungs and alcohol to his brain. She infected him, and now he wanted – no, needed - more.
So, thats that... what do you think? Review? maybe? next chapter will be posted on thursday... The prompt is Tears and the chapter is titled Double Date...