Disclaimer: I don't own Shake it Up!

A/N: So, i've been planning this story for months, and I finally got around to writing it! Enjoy! This is just a prologue, but it's a must-read! Don't skip ahead!

A 7-year-old Cece skipped home from school, her much-too-big backpack swinging behind her as she went. When she got home she heard her parents whispering in the kitchen. She crept down the hall to listen in...

"What do mean she's dyslexic?" Her father hissed angrily. They were talking about her!

"James, we've suspected this for a long time, it's not a big deal." her mother replied, calmly.

"Yes, it's a big deal! My daughter is retarded! She's not normal. It must be your goddamn fault, I don't have any freakish relatives. She got this from you"

"Excuse me? It's not a disease! And our daughter is not a freak! If anything, don't be blaming me, she's your child, too." she whispered violently.

She heard the crack of his father's hand on her mother's face. Her eyes widened as her mother stammered, "What the hell, James! Don't you dare treat me like that, don't you fucking dare!"

"I'll treat you however I want to, bitch." He shouted, and Cece heard him shove her mother into the table, heard her mother's gasp of pain.

Cece ran down the hall to Flynn's room. The two-year-old boy looked up at her with fear written all over his face, "Mommy and daddy are fighting." He said, scared, "I don't like it when they fight."

Cece held him close, and he fell asleep on her shoulder.

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"What did you say?" The teen boy said, looking angrily at the girl holding his hand.

"I said that guy was kinda cute."

"I don't want you looking at other guys, okay? So don't."

"But I'm not blind, so when they walk by, I can't just not see them." She replied playfully, not sensing his anger.

"Don't you get smart with me!" He yelled, grabbing her wrists. He squeezed her wrists, looking down at her with an unfamiliar fire in his eyes.

"Danny! Danny, you're hurting me! Danny, please stop!" She gasped, panicked.

He looked down at his hands, violently gripping her wrists, "Oh my god," he whispered, letting go of her wrists, regret obvious in his eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just love you so much, that when you said that other guy was cute, I got so jealous. I overreacted. I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Danny, you didn't mean to."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"No, you don't have to."

"No really, I want to make it up to you. How about this. I'll take you to a fancy, expensive restaurant for dinner on Friday, 'kay?"

The girl beamed up at him, and laced her fingers in his.

A/N: So… what do you think? Review?