~ 15 in Miami. ~ A Shake it up story.

Prologue:

It was the best year of my life. I had Deuce, my hunky Cuban cutie; I and CeCe were best friends again. I had made it through 15, Gotten my car, and oh yeah was fighting for my life. Let's start from the beginning.

Rocky POV.

"Hey". The sound rung in my ears. Did Deuce Martinez actually just say hey to me? Yeah I was Hallucinating. But I'll be fine. So I just said Hey Back. "Rocky, Rocky, ROCKY!" Oh Great. It was just Cece. "You will never believe!" She exclaimed. What? I said, unhappy that my hallucination was just that, a hallucination. My mom is going to the cops' convention in Miami! And she said that this would be a good time to take a vacation! She exclaimed. So you're taking me? Just Taking a shot in the dark here... I said nonchalantly. Yep! And she said that Ty could come too! " What's up ladies!" Speak of the devil. It was Ty." I heard my name in the conversation and was wondering what the Lady-killer had to do with it!" He said. "None of your business Ty," I said with a tired expression. "We're going to Miami!" CeCe blurted. 'Miami you say?" Ty asked. What's the catch? "There isn't one! Isn't that great?" She exclaimed. " Do I get to bring Deuce?" He asked. "Yeah! The more the merrier!" She chirped.

Oh Goodie. You bring my crush too.