Hey Shake It Up! fans :D

This is my first fanfiction about Shake It Up!; I've always written fanfictions about Sonny with a Chance (and I still do xD). But I find the couple CeCe/Ty very interesting, they'd make a cute couple, right? :)

Please, review, that would make me really happy!

I hope you'll like it.

Peace&love,

Manu

(Ty's POV)

It seemed a great day here in Chicago. Weather was good and I looked prettier than ever.

I stood up in front of my giant mirror and observed my reflection: wow, I'll make each girl in my school fall in love with me!

Suddenly, in the middle of my contemplation of myself, Rocky barged in the bathroom, ready to school, with a schoolbag on her right shoulder. She pushed me away rudely as if I was an object and looked at herself in the mirror. "Hey!" I whined.

"Sorry, I'm in a rush and I have to check if my make-up's ok!" My sister clarified, running her fingers through her hair, attempting to fix them.

"You still have plenty of time-" I started to say, but she cut me off.

"I need to go to CeCe's pronto! Now you're making me waste time! Gotta go now, bye!" she explained, talking really quickly and rushed down the staircases; I heard footsteps, following by a muffled noise and an "ow!". I assumed she hit her head on Cece's window (I don't get why this girl doesn't use the door like normal humans do!).

Well, that's what she deserved after her rudeness! Seriously, shoving me off his way! Who damn she thinks she is? Actually, she's my sister and, by the way, I should make sure she's alright.

I went to CeCe's apartment and knocked on the door, twice.

"Coming!" A girl shouted and immediately the door swung open. I looked down a bit, finding me face to face with a thirteen-years-old with wavy, red hair, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt which showed just one of her shoulders. She was pretty hot! Wait, Ty, it's a thirteen-years-old you're talking about! And she's your sister's best friend, so-

"Ty?" CeCe asked, staring at me quizzically.

"Yes, hum, how's my sister?" I managed to say as I turned back to reality. Her expression softened and flashed me a warm smile, "She's ok. I was giving that to her." She raised her hand, showing me a small plastic bag, which contained ice cubes.

"Oh, let me give it to her," As I reached the bag, my hand brushed against her soft skin: this sent me chill down my spine.

I have to admit it… maybe, I have a tiny crush on her. Not a big deal, though.

"Hey, guys, I'd like to put something cold on my head!" Rocky's voice cut the tension between us like a knife.

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes and took the ice from CeCe's hand, avoiding eye contact with her.

She cleared her throat and excused herself, "I have to get my bag, be right back!" she said and walked off.

"Here." I dropped the bag filled with ice on Rocky's lap, keeping staring at CeCe walking away.

My sister made a face. "This. Was. Freezing." She cried, putting emphasis on each word.

"And I'm fine anyway! Thanks for asking!" She added.

"Of course you are. Your head is so tough!"

This started a real squabble. Damn me.

She gasped with disbelief. "What did you say?"

"I was saying you're-"

"GUYS, STOP IT!" CeCe shushed us and Rocky just puffed.

"Sorry," we mumbled in unison.

The red-haired girl sighed in annoyance and shook her head. She's adorable when she does that. Well, she always is. Hell. Why do I turn all sappy speaking about the subject named "CeCe"?

"Let's go!" CeCe incited us, cheerfully.

Rocky stood up, keeping the ice pressed on her head, groaning occasionally.

"Does your head still hurt?" CeCe asked to her best friend, concerned.

"Nope, but who are you?" Rocky answered with another question, making a confused face.

"Rocky, oh my gosh! You lost your memory-" She got upset and started talking uncontrollably.

"CeCe relax! I guess she's only pretending," I calmed her down, resting my hand on her shoulder, but as Rocky gazed at me blankly, I gulped, "because you're pretending, right?"

My sister glanced at Cece, then at me. But, instead of giving me an answer, she burst out laughing. "Oh my, guys, you buy everything I say! That means I'm a brilliant actress," Rocky boasted herself.

In that moment I felt relieved; my sister's loss of memory would've been tragic!

"I'm glad you're ok, anyway," CeCe said, fake-pouting and squeezed Rocky's hand affectionately.

Wow, she's so caring with the people she loves, another feature I like about her. The bell, ringing, interrupted my daydreaming. Saved by the school's bell! I never thought I would've said something like that someday.

"Oh, I've my English class now, gotta go!" I dismissed myself, realizing I hadn't remove my hand from CeCe's shoulder yet. Therefore, I backed, dropping my arm. I think both of them noticed my mistake, in fact Rocky stifled a laugh and CeCe weaved a lock of hair in her fingers nonchalantly.

Two bad impressions in a day?

I'm such a dork.