Hey guys! Sorry for the late update! I promise that from now on I will update my stories more often! So, there's only one episode left of Shake It Up, and I saw the series finale promo. I cried so hard. This show is everything to me and I'm definitely going to miss it a lot. But that won't stop me from continuing my stories! And please check out my new challenge, called "The Alternate Ending Challenge". I really need more people in it. So far only one writer has signed up, and that's a little depressing. Well, without further ado, here is chapter 3! I don't own Shake It Up. Enjoy and review!

Rocky point of view

I was in my living room with Ty, and we were watching tv. Well, he was watching tv. I was drifting off into thought about what happened yesterday. Logan just transferred to our school, and is in the same Math class as Cece and I. And as if things weren't awkward enough, he wants to get back together with me.

I mean, I can't just take him back after what he said to Cece months ago. He didn't want to make an effort for me at all. Cece gave him a chance, and she hates him just as much. I mean, if he didn't do that to her, I would consider taking him back. But from what happened yesterday, it seems that he didn't learn his lesson.

Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting my trace of thought.

"I got it." Ty said. He got up off the couch, and walked over to the door. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open.

There stood none other than Logan Hunter, with a small white rose in his, and a small smile. The second Ty saw who it was, his eyes glared at him with anger.

"What are you doing here, long hair?" Ty snapped.

"Is Rocky here?" He asked, ignoring Ty's question.

"Yeah, and she doesn't want to see you. So beat it." Ty said, and begins to close the door. But Logan put his hand in the way, and held it open.

"Just let me talk to her! Please!" Logan asked.

"Forget it!" Ty yelled. "No go and-"

"Just let him in Ty." I said. Ty looked over at me with a "are you sure?" look. I nodded.

Ty turned to Logan, gave him one last death glare, before left the room, a went into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Though I knew he was probably leaning against the wall, listening.

"Hey Rocky." Logan said with a small smile.

"Hi Logan." I said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Okay here's the deal." Logan said as he entered the apartment. But I cut him off.

"I'm sorry Logan, but I just can't take back." I said, walking to the other side of the room.

"Rocky, I get why your angry at me." He said, following me. "But I promise if you take me, I'll surprise you!"

"Logan I'm sorry but I can't just take you back after what you did."

"I get why your mad at me, and I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? You made it very clear yesterday that you still can't stand Cece and you still don't believe her when she says that what happened at the badminton championship was an accident!"

"Oh come on! She hates me! There's no way it was an accident! It's the only reasonable explanation as to why she would even come to the game!"

"The reason she came was to apologize and show her support, okay? And I've known Cece a whole lot longer than you have, and she would never, EVER do that to somebody on purpose! Not even to you!"

Then it was quite. Very, very quite. Logan looked at me with a shocked face. It looked like he didn't know what to say.

I sighed. "I'm sorry for yelling but I'm trying make a point. I'm sorry Logan."

He just stood there completely dumbfounded, and unsure of how to respond. Then he finally spoke.

"Okay. Sorry for bothering you." He said, looking down at his shoes as he turned around and began to walk towards the door. Slowly walk to the door. He was trying to guilt me. And I'll admit, it was working. I did feel bad for yelling at him. Right when he reached the door, I finally stopped him.

"Logan wait." He stopped and turned to me.

"I'll make a deal with you, okay? If you make an effort to get along with Cece, and you guys make up and become friends, I'll consider getting back together with you."

Logan stood there shocked, but happy, to hear what I said. Though at the same time, I could see in his eyes that he didn't like what I said, because he still hated Cece. But he hid it.

"Really?" He asked in shock.

"Yeah." I said. "How about the three of us go to Crusty's tomorrow for lunch. That way I can be sure that you guys won't kill each other."

"Okay sure." He said. Then I heard a beep. Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the small screen, before shoving it back in.

"My dad texted me. I got to go." He takes the white rose in his hands and puts it on the coffee table.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rocky." He said, right before he walked out the door.

I sighed. I have a bad feeling about this. What was I thinking? Those two getting along last time was a complete disaster. What are the odds of them making up now?

I picked up the small white rose and examined it. It's cute that he wants me back, and he is a nice guy when he's calm. If he somehow miraculously becomes friends with Cece, I guess I would take him back. But this wasn't just about me and him getting back together. It's also about him and Cece becoming friends. I've always hated to see them fight, and they should have never become enemies. If this does work out, then they'll finally stop fighting. It's a bit risky, but I'll take the chance.

Though concerned about how tomorrow will work out, there's just one thing I was wondering about right now. Why would he get me a WHITE rose?

Cece point of view

I was sitting in the living room, reading a book. Nah, you know I wasn't reading a book! I was watching Jersey Hills on tv, when Rocky came in through the window.

"Hey, Hey, Hey!"

"Hey Rocky! What's up?"

"You won't believe what just happened!" She said, sitting down next to me on the couch. "I was just talking to Logan."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"He came over, and keep saying he wanted us to get back together."

"Seriously?" I said, rolling my eyes. This is starting to become just sad. I guess it was a bit cute, but this is how you can tell that he's desperate.

"Yeah. And here's the thing. Don't be mad at me, but I made a deal with him."

"What kind of deal?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow, a bit nervously.

"I said that if he makes an effort to get along with you, and you two make up, than I'll consider taking him back."

My eyes widened at this in shock. How can she expect me to get along with him after he yelled at me like that at the badminton game? Not to mention how he yelled at me yesterday! And I thought she said she didn't even want to date him again!

"Why would you say that?" I complained. "Are you really considering getting back together with him?"

"Well, he wouldn't leave me alone! I mean, he gave me this." She reached into her back pocket, and pulled out a small white rose.

"Why would he give you a WHITE rose?" I asked.

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "He also once got me a flower bouquet with the words 'Mazal Tov' on it! And please don't hate me, but after thinking about it, I think I wouldn't mind going out with him again."

I felt my blood begin to boil. I can't believe this. And just yesterday she said that after all the things he did that she didn't want him back! And now she's going to make me spend time with the guy I can't stand!

I guess I didn't look very happy, because she seemed to know that I was angry.

"Cece, I get that your upset about this, but it's to late to change plans now. And you can't hate Logan forever, right? Come on please do this. For me."

I groaned. As mad as I am right now, I promised her that I would from now on try to make an effort for her. And as much as I can't stand the sight of him, I'm going to have to suck it up.

"Fine." I said.

"Yes! Thanks you!" She said, giving me a hug. "The three of us are going to Crusty's tomorrow, I'll text you the details later! Okay?"

"Okay." I muttered.

"Don't worry." She said, noticing my tone. "It will work out, I promise. Well, I'll see you later! Bye Cece!" And with that, she ran up the fire escape and back into her apartment.

I groaned again. Now I have to spend my Saturday with the biggest jerk I've ever met. I have a bad feeling about this.