*jersery shore reference with a twist*

I heard...that you guys were mad at me for not updating. But I didn't do a thing.

SO I'M MAD AT YOU GUYS FOR BEING MAD AT ME FOR NO REASON! Don't try to talk to me cuz I'm mad.

...'m PISSED.

xD

I really am sorry you guys for not updating. I had went through a slight depression and regret period because now I have 18 stories left instead of 50...But you know what? It was because I just lost inspiration-and I don't feel right with unfinished projects just sitting there and waiting for an update that would never come!

Thanks to my virtual besties on the SIU and RTD Wiki-I love all of you guys-and you know who you are ;D I really appreciate the support.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: Yes, I know the beginning was a little dark, but in reality, there's more comedy and romance! And for those of you who don't know, I might cut this story short-instead of the big forty-I might go up to twenty-or ten at the least, depending on how things flow. Wanna know why?

'Cuz it all leads up to the much light-hearted sequel, Totally Spies It Up!

Yes, I know. You're all excited. I am too ^.^

Now let's get back to the story, shall we? :)

Disclaimer: YES. I DO OWN SHAKE IT UP. *hence the sarcasm*

And also: Not every chapter will be a mouthful long (like the first chapter, which was sort of an introduction). Just to let ya know xD

"I'm sooooo glad Deuce is single now!" CeCe was exclaiming excitedly for the hundreth time as she and Rocky walked down the hallway. "Maybe now I'll finally get my chance!"

"You juuuust might, CeCe," said Rocky, then going into mock happiness. "You know what would really help?"

"What?" CeCe beamed.

"If you stop talking about it!" Rocky snapped, walking away. Unbothered by her best friend's change of mood, CeCe continued to follow behind her.

"Okay, what's up, lonely pants? Has the Gunther train left the station?" CeCe teased.

Rocky, her cheeks burning now, whirled around and smacked her hand over CeCe's mouth.

"SHH! People might overhear you!" the brunette hissed.

"So whab?" CeCe said against her hand, her voice muffled. "Beople twak shbit aw ba bime!"

"I don't want him to know!" Rocky said. "And I care if people talk...crap," she added at the end, taking her hand off of CeCe's mouth. And she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Gunther's really important to me, and I don't care if he doesn't return my feelings. Right now we're friends, and I think it's a good thing for us."

CeCe shook her head. "Rocky, have I taught you nothing?"

"No...because you're not the teaching type at all! You hate school!" said Rocky.

"Good point..."

"And what's yours?"

CeCe linked their arms together and they started walking again. "My point is, if you want a guy to like you, you have to drop some hints. You know, wear his favorite color on a Friday. Things like that!"

"But I don't know his favorite color," Rocky said, slightly disappointed.

"What kind of friend are you?"

Rocky facepalmed herself with her free hand. "Fine-why don't you give me an example? Like you and Deuce."

CeCe smiled. "Well, I know his favorite color is red, he hates it when people call him short, his favorite clothing item is his leather jacket, on the weekends his guilty pleasure is listening to Single Ladies, and he'll never admit it or not, but he likes to be scratched right behind his left earlobe."

Rocky's mouth dropped. "What else do you know?"

CeCe blushed a little. "No offense but-"

"Just stop right there, CeCe. Whenever you say 'no offense' right before you say something, that doesn't make it any better. So just say it."

"Okay okay..." CeCe smirked. "He thinks I trim his eyebrows better than you."

Rocky gasped. "What?"

CeCe nodded. "Mhmm."

"That's why you asked me how to arch and trim eyebrows! You weren't gonna do it for yourself...you were gonna do it on Deuce!"

"By golly I think she gets it!" CeCe raised her hands in the air, looking at the ceiling.

Rocky mumbled something unintelligent. She heard CeCe exclaim, "Ooh!" before sliding out of her grip and looked up. To her horror, she was heading right over to Gunther, who was now opening his locker.

"Hey, Malfoy-Wanna-Be!" said CeCe as she approached, and he looked up. Rocky facepalmed herself again from where she stood.

"Hey, Gingerbread Squirt," Gunther greeted back. "What is up?"

"Rocky was just wondering what your favorite color was," CeCe said, pointing behind herself. She and Gunther looked around; Rocky and Gunther's eyes met, and Rocky placed her hand on her head-as if saluting-and turned around, looking down.

"Um..." Gunther's eyes went back to CeCe. "It's a hard choice between brown and green really."

Something clicked in CeCe's brain.

"Brown, eh?" CeCe pressed. "Why brown?"

Gunther hesitated. "Because it's a...nice eye color."

CeCe batted her eyes, not flirtaciously, yet narrowing them as well. "Me and Rocky have brown eyes you know."

"Yeah, well, uh..." Gunther felt extremely awkward, his cheeks slightly pink. "Your eyes are more of a muddy brown-" CeCe's mouth dropped and she gasped a little-"Rocky's eyes are chocolate brown. I like chocolate." He then winked at her, closing his locker shut before disappearing around the corner.

"Douche..." CeCe muttered as Rocky came up beside her.

"What did he say?" Rocky asked.

"Apparently, it's a tough choice between green and brown," CeCe remarked, sneering at the end.

"What's wrong with brown?" Rocky wondered.

CeCe sniffed dramatically. "I'm mud pie while you're chocolate ice cream!"

And with that, she stomped off, leaving the brunette confused still.

"What's her deal?" Tinka asked, now beside her.

"Girl, I don't even know," said Rocky. "Let's get to class before we're late."

Shake It Up Rehearsal

After School

4:47 p.m.

"And 5, 6, 7, 8!" CeCe counted, and she, Rocky, Gunther, Tinka, and six other dancers started moving for their part in the show. Rocky counted with her, going with each beat, feeling the slight vibrations in the floor.

It wasn't helping at all because there were several times where she criss-crossed with Gunther, and even felt him behind her, hearing his husky voice count the beats under his breath.

"1, 2, 3, 4," Rocky called out, and she heard Gunther say with her, "5, 6, 7, 8..."

Gary had came over and watched them rehearse, but it didn't break their stride at all. They stayed concentrated and focused, on top of their game. They were so experienced by now, that nothing could easily distract them-even CeCe, and that was a surprise.

"And 1, 2, 3, 4," Rocky and CeCe said, and everyone's hands clapped together below their waists.

"Good job everybody!" Gary said, and he got behind Rocky and Gunther, grasping their shoulders and pulling them closer to his sides, making them feel and look awkward by the abruptness. "Really good stuff-especially you two," he lowered his voice a little.

"Um, thanks?" said Rocky the same time Gunther said, "We try, I...uh, guess?"

Gary chuckled and released them.

"Rockeeeeeeeeey!" CeCe whined. "Can we take five? I'm exhausted!"

"Ten!" Tinka whined next.

"Twenty!" said one of the male dancers, and the three of them collapsed on the floor together.

Everyone was giving Rocky the puppy eyes. She was normally the main one making decisions, because most of the time it was "Rocky Knows Best".

Rocky giggled, picking up her bottle of water and drank from it. "Sure. Let's all take, um...fifteen. I think we've done a great job so far!"

"YAY!" CeCe and Tinka cheered, still on the floor.

Rocky rolled her eyes with a smile before walking away, finding a good spot on the stage and decided to sit on the edge nearest the clothing racks. She wasn't alone for long though. She felt someone sit down next to her, the scent masculine mixed with sweat.

Rocky looked up to see a familiar blonde.

"Hey, Rocky."

"Hey, Gunther."

The two had spoken each other's names at the same time, smiling and blushing before looking down in their laps.

"Great job today," Gunther said. "Maybe you should get a spotlight dance."

Rocky smiled bashfully. "I guess a spotlight dance would be nice..."

"Are you kidding me? You'd be amazing," Gunther gushed. "Everyone would be cheering you on and-"

"You'd be the loudest?" Rocky asked hopefully.

"Nah, I think CeCe might beat me on that one," Gunther said, and they laughed together. Gunther took a sip of his gatorade, sneaking a glance at Rocky. Today for rehearsal, she was wearing a navy blue jacket reversed on one side-so it rode up to her chest as if it was cropped, a lime green sports bra, camo pants, and brown sneakers. Her hair was in it's usual curl, more loose now because of the sweat.

"I think you should have a spotlight dance too," said Rocky, breaking their silence. "You're very talented."

"You think so?"

"Totally. If you ever got a spotlight dance, I'd be cheering you on..."

"You'd be the loudest?"

"Nah, I think CeCe might beat me on that one."

The two laughed again because they had echoed each other. Rocky got up, and Gunther automatically did too.

"You wanna see our costumes for next week?" Rocky asked him eagerly.

"Sure!" said Gunther, and he smiled big as Rocky grabbed his hand and they practically jogged off backstage.

Rocky dropped his hand once they were alone, still leading the way over to the clothing rack. She flipped through them until she found two clothing bags with their names on them. Rocky unzipped hers and Gunther unzipped his.

"Wow," Gunther said. "What was the theme again?"

"I think something along the lines of urban and gritty-ya know, something we don't really do."

"Yeah. Gary always has to sugarcoat everything," Gunther said as they closed them back up. "Now we get to get down and dirty."

Rocky giggled. "Yeah. Flynn should be in it-that'll be perfect for him. He doesn't take baths on a regular basis."

They laughed again and started to head back. There was a clutter of shoe boxes and other things in the middle of the floor; it was possible that it had fell down when they came back there, but they hadn't noticed.

"Oh, watch your step!" Rocky said, attempting to step over it. Gunther tripped on his shoelace, along with the clutter, and fell down on Rocky, causing them to tumble to the floor. Their legs were in a tangle of mess, and their heads had bumped against each other.

"Ouch!" they both said at the same time, clutching their foreheads.

"You okay, Rocky?" Gunther asked.

"Yeah, I'm fi-" Rocky said while rubbing her forehead, opening her eyes and staring into a sea of blue. His closeness had caught her offguard, making her blush a little as she continued to look into his eyes. He wasn't looking away either.

He started smirking.

"What?" Rocky said.

"Your eyes," Gunther said, leaning a little closer. "They really are chocolate brown."

So that's what CeCe was talking about yesterday! Rocky thought, smiling shyly at him. But as he leaned closer, she couldn't help but lean in in return...

Their lips touched.

And a camera flash went off.

But before the photographer could take another, CeCe came in the room, and the hooded figure disappeared.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do we have HERE?" CeCe said loudly, making Rocky and Gunther jump apart.

"Nothing!" Rocky said.

"Nothing happened!" Gunther protested.

"It was nothing!"

"Absolutely nothing!"

"Uh...We fell! Yeah, we fell!"

"There was a mess everywhere!"

"A-And-!"

"Uh..."

CeCe just kept on smirking, her eyebrow arched.

Meanwhile, the hooded figure headed down the tunnel until it came into an opening. It approached its leader, bowing and handing over the photo of the liplock.

"I've got it, Mistress," a female voice said from under the hood. Katerina held the photo up to eye level, examining closely, and she smiled evilly. "I've caught them red-handed. At the Shake It Up rehearsal studio. I set the trap. I knocked all the things down, hoping for this to happen, and it worked!"

"Gunther Hessenheffer, huh?" Katerina said from where she was currently sitting, Savannah and Matt standing at her flanks with identical evil smirks as well. "I think we have a great advantage." She smiled down at the hooded figure. "Well done, Candy."

Candy rose her head with an evil smile, her eyes a bright, glowing purple. "It was indeed my pleasure, Mistress."

-le gasp- Candy's ALIVE?

Hehe xD Oh, I love my little twists. If it wasn't obvious, the stake was actually a violent way of being under Kat's mind control-just so she wouldn't back out so easily and tell what Kat's up to.

As you see from the title of the story, she does kill people-but I'm not sure if I wanna put it in the text exactly. I'd rather have you read through the lines and figure the murders out. But mostly, it's controlling she favors. Then killing as the last resort of course.

Hoped ya like this chappie! Be sure to review!

And I thank everyone who reviewed so far :)