Just a quick one-shot because I thought this fandom needed more love. Hope it's okay!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up.

"Rocky?"

"Yeah, CeCe?" My best friend looked up from the ice cream that she was holding.

"I swear I'm gonna move schools," I said exasperatedly.

"Uh, no, you're not," Rocky declared. "You're not going anywhere. I'll die."

I flopped onto my back on the couch. "Okay, so I'm not. But this is so frustrating!"

Rocky sat on the floor at the foot of the couch. She was at my place for a sleepover that night. She asked, "What's so frustrating?"

I narrowed my eyes, running a mental assessment of my problems. They were pretty shallow. Finally, I burst out, "There are absolutely no cute boys at our school!"

Rocky retorted, "That's not necessarily true. All we have to do is…look around some more."

"I guess, but we're not at school right now. We can't look around."

"It's that urgent?" she raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I don't like waiting."

She nodded. "I know."

"So, can you think of any boys?"

"Let me see," she lost herself in thought for a moment. "How about Brandon from our science class?"

I mulled that over, but ultimately vetoed the proposition. "Nah, he's not really my type."

"Well, what about Jake from English?"

"Isn't he going out with Jennifer?"

"Oh yeah," Rocky nodded, "forgot about that. Okay, well…what do you think of Andrew?"

I tilted my head to the side. "He's hot, but I heard he's a jerk once you really get to know him."

"What about Garret?"

"No."

"Josh?"

"No."

"Cameron?"

"Big no."

"Connor? David? Sean?" Rocky tried.

"No, no, no."

"Girl, you're making this harder than it needs to be. What about Brad?"

"Nah."

Rocky let out a big breath of air. Then, she feebly shrugged, "Gunther?"

I sent one of the couch's pillows flying at her faster than a shooting star.

She rubbed her head. "Ouch!" I shot her a look. "It was a firm pillow!" she argued. I rolled my eyes, but laughed anyway.

We were quiet for a moment, and then a thought entered Rocky's head. I could tell it wasn't a pleasant one, as she recoiled in obvious disgust at the idea.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked cautiously.

"…You don't like my brother, do you?"

"Ty? There's nothing wrong with him, but…no, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Good," she breathed, relief washing across her face. "A resolute 'no', just what I was hoping for."

There was another silence.

Rocky turned to me. "Uh, CeCe?"

"What's up, Rock?"

"What about Deuce?

My instant reaction was, 'Gross, Deuce', but then I contemplated the idea for a bit longer before saying anything. Me and Deuce? I mean, he was cute, I guess. I'd just never thought of him that way. He was attractive. But, no. He was also Deuce. No. Right? I think.

"CeCe?" Rocky's voice interrupted my cogitation.

I still hadn't completed my consideration. "I don't know, Rocky. I'll have to think about that one some more."

She raised her eyebrows and smirked. "You know, I didn't think you would really acknowledge that suggestion without throwing another pillow at me."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Me neither."

Hope you at least somehwat enjoyed that. It's definitely NOT my best. I'm really rusty. Thanks!