Hey guys, im back with the new chapter. Sorry i rook so long to update, i had some writers block on my stories for a while.

(CECE POV)

"5…6…7…8!" Richard their dance choreographer said as he was teaching us the steps to the new dance. We had to perform this when we were background dancing for Austin. Austin.I have to admit I've been thinking about him a lot lately, well… ever sense the night at the hotel. It was pretty crazy how it was like a freaken reunion and all her friends… and enemies… were there to. But whatevs it was probably a coincidence.

"Uh… earth to Cece!" Rocky said while waving her hand in front of my face.

"What?!" I said startled.

"Rehearsals ended thirty minutes ago!" Rocky said.

"Rocky! Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I can't believe she just let me stand there like an idiot.

"Hello! I've been trying to get your attention!" Rocky said and stamped her foot.

I nodded. Now that I think about it I was kinda out of it for a second there. "Whatcha wanna do?" I asked.

"Hmm… how-"

"I know! Let's go meet up with Austin and his friend who has red hair like me!" I squealed. I forgot the red heads name and I feel pretty bad because it's like we have a connection. I mean our hair is like, the same exact color!

"I dunno Cece," Rocky said.

"Oh Rocky come on…" I groaned.

"I don't think you should get to close to Austin," Rocky mumbled.

"What was that, couldn't hear you?" I said sarcastically and annoyed.

"You shouldn't spend time with Austin."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because… because… uh … you can't," Rocky said.

"Rocky, im going to need a better explanation than that," I said while touching up my makeup in the mirror.

"I promise you I have a good reason why you shouldn't be all flirty with Austin-"

"Flirty? Who said anything about flirtyness?" I asked with a devious grin.

"Oh Cece, come on! I know you," Rocky said.

"Haha, true," I said. "But I'm going to need a good and legitimate reason from you to not hang out with one of the most famous people of our generation."

"Cece I promise this reason is so good, but I can't tell you," Rocky said.

I stared at her. "Really, that's your excellent reason?" I asked.

"Well…" Rocky paused. For once she had nothing to say.

"Rocky!" I breathed coming to a realization, "Are you jealous?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No!" Rocky said while taking a step back.

"You are!" I said while pointing my mascara at her defensively.

"Cece you have to trust me, im not tying to ruin your relationship." Rocky said. "Not like you had much of one anyway…" She mumbled after.

"Rocky!" I said looking offended, "I can't believe you would let your jealousy hurt me!"

"Are you kidding me right now Cece?"

"No, you're the one kidding yourself," I said. It was so obvious she wanted to take away my chances with Austin, so she could have him to herself.

"Cece…" Rocky said while trying to restrain herself, "I. AM. NOT. JEALOUS."

"If your not then why don't you want me to hang with Austin," I asked.

"Ummm I don't know if I should-"

"Oh come on!" I groaned.

"Fine you wanna know why?!" Rocky yelled.

"Yes!" My god finally.

"Cause Gunther is still in love with you!" Rocky's hands clasped over her mouth. I felt my vision become foggy. "Cece," Rocky started rushing over to me when everything went black.

(AUSTIN POV)

Whack. Whack. Whack. "Get up Dez!" I shouted for like the tenth time. I heard him muffle a groan. "Dez up!" I demanded.

"Fine!" Dez said sitting up looking very unhappy. "What do you want?"

"We have an appointment at Shake It Up Studio with Gary at noon." I explained.

"Oh…" said Dez while nodding his head, "What time is it now?"

"12:30!" I shouted and hit him with the pillow again.

"Ouch! God, will you stop that!?" Dez said, "And sorry I didn't mean to make us late." Then Dez stuck out his tongue, and I grabbed it.

"Ha!" I said.

"Et meh gah!" Dez said.

"Sorry didn't catch that, cat got your tongue?" I asked with a smirk. Then Ally walked in the door with a weird expression on her face. What was she looking at us like that? Then it hit me. Im standing next to Dez bed in my white tank top and black boxers holding Dez's tongue, while Dez is sitting criss-cross applesauce in his bed in only navy boxers.

"Oh hey,"I said and quickly let go of Dez's tounge.

"Hi…" Ally said, "Is it safe to come in, or are you going to grab my tongue to?"

"Oh yeah… uh… you just caught us at a weird moment." I said trying to explain. Dez nodded.

"Obviously…" Ally said, "Can I get the conditioner out of your bathroom? Trish used my whole bottle during her shower and you know she needs it with that big ball of frizz hair she has, so I decided to be nice and let her use mine but now-"

"Ally," Dez said, "Shut up! You know I hate the rambling!"

"Ouch Dez," Ally said.

I glared at Dez for a second and he shrugged. He has like, no brain filter. "Yeah, you can get the conditioner. It's on the black bag on the counter." I said. She nodded and walked into our bathroom door, then came back out a second later with the conditioner.

"Thanks guys…" She said. Everything was still pretty awkward from the 'pool incident' we call it. Actually me and Dez are the only ones I know of that call it that, but you know what I mean.

"Are you coming to the meeting?" I asked her.

"Um no, it was just for you and Dez cause your on the show, and Dez is filming part of the performance for the new music video. Remember?" Ally asked.

"Oh ya," I said. Geez I was just trying to make conversation.

"Hey!" Dez chirped in. Oh god, what will he say this time. "Why don't we all go out to eat when we get back? We need to discuss plans for everything anyways."

Oh thank god it was something not absurd. And it was actually a pretty good idea. Props for Dez.

"Actually Trish and I are going out with Dallas and Trent tonight-"

I sighed. "Excuse me?" Ally asked getting irritated.

"Nothing?" I said defensive.

"Austin if you have a problem with mine and Trish's current relationship arrangement, grow balls and tell me." Ally said.

"It's not that I have a problem-" I started.

"But just a while ago you told me that it was a huge prob-" Dez started to say before I hit him in the shoulder.

"Ally," I said, "I don't have a problem with Dallas or Trent, honest, it's just business is why we came here and I don't think it's right if they get in the way. I'm not trying to sound bitchy and annoying but there are still some things we have to get done. Example, we still haven't completely finished the song I'll be singing."

"We'll be singing you mean?" Ally said with a devious smile.

"What?" I croaked. Ally's going to sing with me?

"Trish didn't tell you? I get to sing with you on stage!" Ally said with a big smile.

"Ally that's so great!" I said and gave her a hug. She smelt nice. Wait what am I thinking?

"Okay, well I got to get in the shower," Ally said, "Bye boys!" And then she walked out.

I looked at Dez who was sitting there with a blank expression on his face. "Ally's performing with you?" Dez asked.

"Apparently," I said, "Why?"

"Well," Dez said, "Trish didn't think this through."

"Why?" I asked. It was just a simple singing performance.

"Shake It Up is more of a dance show, rather than singing. If Ally wants to be able to perform on stage, which she has to because Trish signed the agreement thingy for you guys, she is required to dance a little." Dez explained.

My eyes widened. "And as we all know Ally is a bad dancer," I concluded.

"Oh she's not bad! She is horrendous, terrible, terrifying, humiliating, embarrassment of a dancer."

"Oh thanks for that optimism Dez," I said.

"You're welcome buddy," Dez said while giving me a pat on the shoulder. "Hey what time is it?"

"Umm," I checked my watch, "its 12:55, why?"

"We still have to go to the meeting," Des said.

"Oh crap!" I said and ran out the door with Dez not so far behind. When I ran out I saw Trish and Ally applying make-up in the living room mirror. They used that one rather than the one in their room cause 'the living room one has better lighting' quote by Trish. I say Ally apply a little mascara and felt my body tense up. I didn't like the feeling that Ally was dolling herself up for someone other than me.

But then I got worried for another reason. We were going to be over an hour late. The traffic is always bad from our hotel to the studio. I hope we don't get in to much trouble. Around thirty minutes later we arrived at the studio parking lot and bolted out of the car. We ran inside.

"Garry, I'm here!" I said.

"Yeah," Garry said with his arms folded and an annoyed look on his face. "And your fired."