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I'm baaaack! I'm sorry for making you wait that long, but the story was almost done so I thought you wouldn't be mad at me that much xD I focused on school till June and then I started writing stories about Austin&Ally (check out the one I published, if you want). However, I didn't want this story to remain unfinished. So I thought it would be cute to publish the last chapter on the exact day (an year later, though xD) I published the first one :)

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Somebody asked me if I will make a sequel... well, hmm, I don't know, since now I'm writing about A&A. I'll think about that!

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So... back on the story.

(CeCe's POV)

"A coke, please."

"And coke it is," the barman nodded, picked up a glass and started filling it with the fizzy fluid. I smiled at him and brought the glass to my lips.

I swallowed half-content of it and stopped as I felt two hands perching on my hips, "Hey, babe, mind if I join you?" Ty said in a flirty tone.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You finally arrived!"

"Sorry, I couldn't find my blazer anywhere!" Actually, even if was late, I'm glad he found his blazer 'cause he looked incredibly good in that.

"Oh, wow," I pretended to be disappointed.

"Don't be mad," Ty pouted and leaned in to kiss me, but instead I pulled away, making him groan.

"What was that for?"

"It's a payback for showing up late," I stuck my tongue out at him and chuckled.

He tightened his grip on my hips and grinned, "But you have to kiss me so guys here will realize that you're not available."

"I think they got it since you're holding me like this," I pointed towards his hands. Ty countered my answer, but I heard none of his words, because looking behind him, I caught a glimpse of my worst enemy, Megan. So, without thinking twice, I abruptly grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him furiously; I forced my lips onto his till I made sure Megan was gone. As I broke away from the kiss, Ty stared at me astonished for a couple of seconds, but then a smirk formed on his face.

"I knew you couldn't resist," he stated, cockily.

I glared at him and punched his arm, a little too hard, "It's not that, idiot!"

He yelped, massaging his aching arm and frowned, "So what?"

"Well, I…" I started, fumbling with my thumbs, "saw Megan behind you and…" I flushed, not able to continue.

"You wanted to prove I'm yours and yours only. Possessive much, huh?" He burst out laughing; if I wasn't in this situation, I would've found his laugh cute, but right now I only found it annoying.

"Well, you should be happy that I'm… jealous. It means that I care for you." I said in a lower tone of voice and stared at the floor, totally embarrassed. It was getting awkward. And still, I couldn't believe I had just admitted I was jealous.

"I am," he whispered, lifting my chin with his index, so now I was looking directly into his dark brown eyes. "And, anyways, you don't have to worry about Megan, I told her that she and I could never get together because I only like you."

His words warmed up my heart: some days ago I would've never thought Ty would reject a beautiful girl for me. This is all I've wished for, for months, and finally it happened. Yet, a little detail was missing… when did he have this chat with her?

"It's very sweet of you, Ty," I smiled and fixed briefly my bangs, "but, when did you exactly say that to her?"

He bit his lower lip and looked at a random spot behind me. I knew he was hiding something from me and I had the feeling I wouldn't have liked it.

"Yesterday morning, before school… you know, I went there early 'cause I promised Mrs. Henderson to help her."

I froze, realizing that probably they were alone at school and suddenly, a pang of jealousy invaded my body, again. "Was it… planned? I mean, your encounter?"

Ty shook his head frenetically; obviously he figured out that he made me upset. "No, of course not. Mrs. Henderson told her I was there and she came and-" he stopped and rubbed the back of his neck a bit.

"And?"

"She tried to kiss me."

At the sound of this, I felt a mixture of emotions inside of me: firstly, my jealousy intensified at the thought of another girl touching - or, even, kissing - my boyfriend; then, I felt relief because he put before the verb kiss, "tried", which meant that she actually didn't kiss him. Though, maybe, he would've continued saying that she tried to kiss him and then she did. But I didn't want to rush into conclusions.

I backed away a little, untangling myself from him, "And you let her kiss you?"

"Of course not, CeCe! I never would. I told her that you're the only girl for me and that I love you."

The last part caught me off guard. I didn't expect it, not this soon, at least. We were dating since a few days and he had already grown these strong feelings towards me.

"Wow. I didn't see that coming." My gaze was glued on my pretty pink heels.

"What?"

"The 'I love you' part. Do you really mean that, Ty?" This time I stared hopefully into his deep chocolate eyes.

He nodded. "You know how many girls I've dated-"

"Yes, eight," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, that's not the point. I'm trying to say that I've never felt this way before. I'd just like them for their good looks or their niceness, but I swear you I've never had that craving to spend with my girlfriend every instant of my life. I love it when I'm with you and I can't stand being away from you. I love everything about you and your personality, I would change nothing about you."

"Ty, this is… wonderful," I already had tears in my eyes and forced myself not to make them run down. He remained silence, observing my reaction at his words. But then again, he knew that what he had just said would have astonished me.

"And you, CeCe? What do you feel?"

Music in the room totally faded away as I was absorbed in my thoughts. I reconsidered all of my feelings and emotions, seeking in mind each memorable scene whose Ty and I were protagonists. There was the fake date, the real one, the moment when he kissed me, when he kept me company during the night and helped me with my emotional problems.

I suddenly found the answer of his question: I loved him too.

It could seem mushy, but I realized my feelings were crystal clear since the very first day. People say that "thirteen-year-old girls are too young to understand what true love is". Maybe they're right, but they didn't consider that might change person-to-person. I was thirteen years old and I was sure I loved my boyfriend, even since we weren't together.

So, gathered courage, I answered. "I love you too, Ty. Your feelings are mutual; everything you said was exactly what I thought about you."

He beamed.

I took his hand in mine and give it a tug. "Wanna dance now?"

"Of course, my love," he lowered his head and kissed gently my hand, like a real gentleman would. So he dragged me to the center of the dance floor, being pushed here and there by the people dancing.

We chose a free spot, positioned there and started moving; again, I intertwined my hands around his neck, while swaying right and left.

I noticed Ty looking behind me, scowling, and immediately I turned my head. Then, I got it: Tom was talking with a guy nearby the dance floor. "What is that jerk doing here?" My boyfriend shouted in my ear and took a step towards his direction. I put my hands on his chest to stop him. "Ty, it's okay, don't do something stupid."

"Something stupid? I want to punch that guy in the face!"

"Ty, we need to talk, come here," I took his hand and moved into the crowd in a different direction.

"Why you don't want me to talk to him?"

"Because I already did and he excused himself. It wasn't his fault what happened; Megan made him doing that, to scare me. He doesn't even care about me, because he likes Megan… he just took part in this plan for love."

A shocked expression crept onto his face. "You didn't tell me that you talked to him."

"Like you didn't tell me that you talked with Megan," I retorted.

He sighed, "I assure you I'll never hide something from you. From now, total sincerity."

I kissed him gently on the lips and pulled apart, "I agree."

"Talking about sincerity," he began, cracking a smile, "are my sister and Deuce dating?"

I could tell that smile was fake… not one of his best acts.

I glanced at them, with Rocky's head resting on Deuce's shoulder. "Sort of."

"It means I found somebody else to punch in the face," he laughed this thing off. I felt pity for Deuce, but I laughed along with him.

"Sooo…" I trailed off, moving two fingers up and down his arm and throwing him a seductive look, "wanna dance?"

He smirked and adjusted his collar, "Of course, m'lady."

For the second time, he led me to the dance floor, near the two lovebirds also known as Rocky and Deuce. He was trying his best to copy her dance moves, even if he obtained an awful result; he looked like a log that was swaying his branches- I mean, arms. Though, I smiled at the fact he was making a fool of himself to impress her and prove he was at her level. Stretching my arm out, I pulled my best friend to me and spun her around, leaving Deuce alone, so he could take a breath.

"Having fun?" I screamed at her, because of the loud music.

"Definitely! Deuce asked me out!" She squeaked back, with the same ecstatic grin she put on as Gary told her she got accepted at Shake It Up! Chicago. Good times, good times.

Between hugs and squeaking, I spotted behind her, Ty talking to her new boyfriend. I guess it was some man-to-man-talk and the subject seems pretty clear. I saw Deuce nodding, scared, and Ty giving him a pat on his shoulder. There was something reassuring and -at the same time- frightening about that gesture that caused me to laugh, despite that bothering feeling that had invaded my body: worry. I pressured myself into making it stop, but it didn't work. Having a boyfriend and falling in love changed me. What if Ty hurt Deuce? What if he turns into a overprotective brother, ruining his friendship with Deuce? I shook my head at the thought; it would never happen. Ty is too good to let it happen.

"Hey, guys, it's time for the cake. Come to the table to take pictures with me," Nancy announced, holding a microphone close to her lips, "-if you want." Her genuineness, visible in her last statement, caused my lips to crack a smile. She looked beautiful with her chocolate brown hair curled at the bottom and her yellow strapless spaghetti dress that matched perfectly her bright personality. If I hadn't had Rocky already, I would've been pleased to be her best friend; but, you know, I wouldn't replace Rocky with anybody.

The sixteen-years-old girl took several snaps with her boyfriend, Michael, then with her closest friends, at last with us 'acquaintances'. Ty stood behind me and encircled my waist with his arms, Rocky leaned his head on Deuce's shoulder, smiling widely.

The photographer directed the lens of the camera towards us. "Say cheese!"

"Cheese!"

Click.

I observed Nancy's birthday picture in my hand, scanning over the people in there. I didn't know most of them, but I kept the photo in memory of that day.

My first sweet sixteen party! Woo!

"You look so hot in that picture, CeCe. I mean, we both look hot," Ty pointed out, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"I always look hot, Ty."

He snickered, amused. "You're right. I'm sorry, Miss Perfection." I rolled my eyes at him, but laughed at the new nickname for me. It was our first month-anniversary and he was taking me out for a ice cream or something; plus, he had a big surprise to show me.

I looked up at him, my head meeting his chest, since he was standing behind me. "What was the surprise you talked with me about?"

"Oh, right, here," he stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a blue box. My eyes lit up.

"What is it? What is it?" At the sight of the blue box, I let all of my excitement come out. I opened it immediately, only to be greeted by a cute silver sun-shaped charm. "It's wonderful, Ty," I could feel my eyes watering.

"The sun reminds me of you. Now, turn it around," I heard him whispering into my ear. I blushed and followed his instruction.

'CJ + TB' I read out loud. Also, under our initials, there was the date of when we got together.

"I know it's so cliché, but-"

"No, no, I love it." I held the little sun just under my neck and motioned him to join the edges of the necklace.

In this last month, I realized I had everything I could ever wish for.

An amazing, lovely boyfriend, Shake It Up! Chicago getting more viewers every week and my two best friends dating. Plus, "CeCe's single no more" succeeded in getting people together: Tom and Megan were now a couple. Cheers for me!

Just one thing was missing now: a car. And for it I have to be at least sixteen.

Ty turned my chair towards him, so I could now face his beautiful flawless features. And with just one quick movement, he crashed his soft lips onto mine.

Speaking the truth, I couldn't care less about a car right now.

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