I was eating Ice-Cream. I thought of this. CeCe and Rocky are 13 in this. They're just... Experimenting :) No one really got down and dirty like I did. And seriously, it's hot in my house, I had to do SOMETHING about it.
Rocky and CeCe sat on their steps with Ty and Deuce, all four of the teens in the thinest -appropriate- clothing possible for them to wear on this hot day. Ty had already took his shirt off, and Deuce took off all those jackets he wore, and left his thin white shirt. CeCe was tempted to take her own shirt off, but Rocky quickly denied.
CeCe looked to Ty. "Degrees."
Ty looked at his phone. "102. Man, if it gets any hotter I'm puttin' myself in the freezer."
Rocky groaned. "Even if you did, all the ice would be melted." They all groaned again.
"I tried selling myself to these Eskimos for fifteen bucks so they'd take me back to Alaska with them. Then they yelled at me in some foreign language and made their Huskies attack me," Deuce mumbled through blinding rays on sun.
There was a heat wave in Chicago going on, and odd enough, Gary had let them off with a break. But that wasn't the only thing hot, Rocky and CeCe weren't speaking to eachother either, because CeCe (being 'curious' herself) 'accidently' read Rocky's diary. She and Rocky had been arguing for two days now, but CeCe didn't care. Nope, she does NOT need Rocky.
Okay, she's dying.
CeCe was staring to think that the heat was effecting people, even herself, because for a minute she thought she a Unicorn and an ice cream on top of it.
"I think my tongue is sweating." CeCe mumbled while attempting to look at her tongue. And at this time, Gunther and Tinka were passing by. They, unlike everyone else in town, weren't dying of heat, dressed in glittery summer clothes.
"Hello pitiful ones. And Ty." Tinka momentarily smiled at Ty, and Gunther frowned, but ignored it.
Gunther spoke,"I hope you know that our father is having a pool party, and he said he would like us to bring friends." Tinka frowned at CeCe and Rocky, but smiled at Ty and Deuce.
Ty sprang up, like he wasn't dying of heat and took Tinka's hand. "So, Tinka, what's happenin'? Hey, how 'bout we go meet your dad? You comin' Deuce?" Tinka blushed as she saw Ty's bare sweaty chest, and Deuce hopped up and patted Gunther's back.
"Gunther, buddy, how's it been? Nice kicks!" Gunther looked down at the hand, and back up at Deuce. "Do not touch me, sweaty one." Deuce walked, but turned back. "You two try to make up, we hate seeing you guys like this." Deuce was quickly gone, and that left CeCe and Rocky melting on the step, and mad at eachother.
"Well, I'm going inside, at least I can't read my best friend's dairy in there." Rocky huffed at CeCe. The redhead's body was getting hotter, and she felt all the blood boiling in her as her temper rose.
"At least I don't keep secrets from my ex-best friend," CeCe growled back, balling her fist. Rocky ignored her and walked back into CeCe's house, CeCe following. She didn't want a bad Snooki-tan.
"I don't even know why you'd read my diary CeCe, it's a private thing." Rocky sat on the opposite side of the sofa, facing away from CeCe. The sun shined into the house and made everything seem a little hotter.
"But I'm your best friend Rocky, you said you could tell me anything." CeCe responded, wiping her damp bangs from her forehead.
"Yeah, I can tell you anything, but not everything," Rocky shot back. She really felt like crying a little. But that could be sweat coming from her eyes.
CeCe remained quiet and sat back on the sofa, thinking about Rocky's words. Anything, but not everything. She sighed.
"I'm getting ice-cream." CeCe stood up and walked over to her fridge, only to see that everything was spoiled, and melted. She took the cover off her ice cream and to her luck, it was barely melted! She saw Rocky's ice cream sitting and prepared to take it, but heard Rocky.
"Don't you DARE touch my ice-cream!" Rocky chased after her and sped into the room, and CeCe was holding the cord to the plug, threatening to pull it. "Back away or the ice-cream gets it."
"CeCe, you don't wanna do that, I took Karate."
CeCe scoffed. "Yeah, for like day." Rocky raised her eyebrows and charged at her ex-friend, tackling her down to the carpet. Rocky glared and CeCe smirked, the little fridge still in her arms. This really wasn't helping the heat, because they were panting and getting more hot.
"Give me my ice-cream, CeCe."
"Make. Me."
"Alright, then I will." Rocky got up and pulled her cell out, going through her images. She showed a certain one to CeCe. "Remember this, CeCe?" CeCe paled and tried to snatch the cell away from Rocky, but Rocky was taller and put her arm up, CeCe jumping.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would. Just gimme my ice-cream and this will all be settled, unless you WANT the entire school to see you dressed up as a MC-Hammer for you eighth birthday." CeCe went inside the fridge, resisting the urge to stick her head in it, and pulled out Rocky's favorite ice-cream. "Ah, I love cookies n' cream."
CeCe grumbled, pulling out her own ice-cream. "Now, delete that photo and eat your stupid ice-cream."
The girls went back in the living room, and sat on the sofa with their spoons. CeCe noticed something and frowned. "Hey, my ice-cream is melting..."
"Huh, I wonder did the heat melt away your brain too when you were reading my diary!" Rocky retorted and CeCe rolled her eyes.
"Hm, and I wonder if you start melting so I don't have to hear your annoying anymore!" CeCe shot back. They glared at eachother and huffed. "When are you just gonna let it go, Rocky?"
"I'm not just gonna let it go CeCe! You read my DIARY, that's the only place of privacy I practically have left on this planet!" Rocky watched CeCe slurp some her ice-cream.
"I didn't read all of it though."
Rocky shrugged and copied CeCe, slurping down her ice-cream there was only a little left. Rocky responded,"It wouldn't matter if you read all of it or just a page, you still took advantage of my privacy."
Silence.
Rocky wiped her forehead. "What'd you read anyway...?"
"Not much. Just like, two pages." Rocky gave CeCe a look.
"Okay, maybe like six or seven..." She mumbled. Rocky looked horrified, but glared. "What EXACTLY did you read?"
CeCe now glared back, remembering what Rocky had wrote about her. "Let's see. Dear diary, today was a total bummer because I had to do CeCe's Spanish homework for the one-billionth time. The girl is as lazy as sloths." Rocky looked down in shame as CeCe continued.
"I wish CeCe would actually DO her homework for once, then maybe she'd be passing with A's in her classes." Rocky rolled her eyes and wiped her damp forehead.
"CeCe-" Rocky began but CeCe hushed her. "You say stuff about me, then I say stuff about you. Ahem." Oh-no...
"Rocky Blue, my EX-best friend, is the most holiest girl on Earth, and always has to be perfect, and just HAS to have everyone like her. She has the biggest feet EVER, and makes the weirdest facial expressions EVER."
Burn.
"You know what CeCe?" Rocky stood up, standing right in front of the redhead.
"What?" CeCe stood right back, the girls' faces red, puffy, and sweaty. Rocky stared at her through the sun's burning heat, and put her best mean face on, but quickly blushed as she looked down and slightly saw CeCe's polka dot bra through her thin white shirt.
"You... Your so..." Rocky began, but CeCe chuckled at her.
"See? You're so perfect that you can't even comeback with something!" Rocky finally snapped, growling and tackling CeCe to the ground, rolling and tumbling CeCe. She heard a little rip, and looked down seeing that her lavender shirt had tore a little. But guess what, CeCe tore it.
Rocky gasped. "That cost me fifteen bucks!"
"Huh, almost as cheap as you!"
Double burn.
They continued rolling on the floor and slapping at eachother like angry five-year olds until they stopped, standing up and panting like crazy, her skin as red as her Converse. They stopped in the middle of the living room, totally wore out.
"Okay, you win, I'm sorry for reading your diary Rocky." CeCe struggled to breath. Rocky slid on top of her, light-headed.
"I'm sorry for writing stuff about you in my diary and keeping secrets from you."
The girl stopped talking and her eyes popped open when she felt a VERY hot, wet tip sliding up her chin. She didn't move as she watched the pink tongue trail all the way up her chin, clearing away the dripping ice-cream.
Rocky was really sure her mouth was on the floor now.
She looked down into CeCe's brown eyes and watched the girl slide her delicate little tongue all the way right to Rocky's bottom lip, where she tugged it and Rocky shivered.
"CeCe..."
CeCe didn't answer as she pressed her lips against her friends, and Rocky felt her steaming body press against hers.
Um, okay, back up.
Cecelia Jones (Haha, Cecelia) just kissed her. Excuse Rocky while she screams like a psycho.
This was weird... She's never kissed... Another girl before... But now that she thought back about it, she was getting a TINY crush on CeCe. A little one. Pea-sized. Small. But after this kiss, Rocky's sure that she's in freaking love with CeCe.
She might as well enjoy the moment while it last...
Rocky tried to focus, but hotness and kissing really weren't a good combo. So, she might as well enjoy this...
She hesitantly wrapped her arms around CeCe's warm body and rubbed her lips against the other girl's, feeling CeCe smirk on her lips. Rocky didn't honestly know what she was doing, much less a GIRL, because she hadn't ever really made out with anyone but her pillow.
Forget she ever told you that.
But today was a hot day, and she could feel her toes melting. But that could have been CeCe's toes, she couldn't tell anymore.
Rocky felt CeCe's mouth start to open, and now Rocky know KNEW CeCe was a true born dancer, because her tongue sure could tango. *Wink*
CeCe pulled back, smiling down at her friend, and pushing away the damp bangs from out of her face. And CeCe lazily slid onto the floor, pulling Rocky with her and kissing her again. CeCe is on top of her. Holy Starr.
"Mm, sweet."
She swears she's gonna have a stroke or something in a minute, all this heat isn't good for your body.
Oh my Starr. CeCe's hands just went up her shirt. OH. MY. STARR. They lay on Rocky's flat tummy before they circled around her back, and CeCe slid some of her shirt up, right below her...
No-no square. Hehe, no-no square.
Rocky is feeling really light headed, as CeCe's lips moved over and over her's again. She squeaked when CeCe kissed down her neck, and nibbled at it. She giggled at one thought about her brother.
Rocky knew about hickeys. Ty came home with one last week, and BOY, did mom get mad.
She pulled CeCe back up to her lips (To avoid getting grounded for life), the redhead keeping her arms around Rocky. She kept her eyes shut, and threaded her fingers through CeCe's fiery locks, and pushed her body against CeCe's warm one again. CeCe ran her fingers against Rocky's exposed stomach, and Rocky got that light headed feeling again. "You're my Rockystar..." The redhead tugged at Rocky's bottom lip with her teeth again, and Rocky couldn't take it anymore. Then...
Blank.
"Rocky, wake up!" Rocky opened her eyes and groaned as she saw CeCe, and CeCe's mom standing over her. "Who?- What happened?"
Ms. Jones rubbed Rocky's forehead, frowning at the cold sweat. "You passed out sweetie."
"The news said it wasn't hot enough to blackout, so I don't know how you got enough to. Honey, what's that mark on your neck?" CeCe's mom wondered. CeCe and Rocky shared a knowing look and they blushed.
"Hey mom, how 'bout you get Rocky some water?" CeCe's mother rolled her eyes, knowing her daughter just wanted her out the room, and walked out. "CeCe, cop a squat somewhere, you're looking pretty hot too."
"You have no idea..." Rocky mumbled.
"Rocks, I'm really sorry about the whole thing, I don't remember half of what I did, I was just too loopy off of heat." CeCe confessed.
Rocky looked confused. "What are you talking about?..."
"Ya know, what we 'did'." Rocky stared blankly at CeCe for a moment. "You mean YOU licked my neck, right? That's all you 'did', right?"
"You don't remember?..." CeCe was kinda hoping that she'd forget, because there was a little red mark on Rocky's neck.
Miss Jones called from the kitchen. "CeCe, can you go to my room and turn off the cameras?"
Rocky and CeCe gluped.
"What cameras?"
This is not done. I'm just waiting until my mind comes up with something hotter. Don't worry, tomorrow they'll be hotter tomorrow. Can you say: Make-Out? Hehe, review. SHAMWOW!