A/N :I suck. I know I do. I said I was back then I left for a month. I'M SORRY! Please enjoy this chapter. It's rushed because I felt bad and wanted to give you guys something. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. So, enjoy. :)
Cece regretted offering to have a sleepover the second the sleepover began. Tinka was bedazzling her clothes while Cece was stuck sitting on the floor and watching. "Tinka, don't you want to do something, er, fun?" She asked.
Tinka looked up. "Bedazzling is fun!" She said, smiling.
Cece snorted. "Not when you bedazzle everything like that!" She exclaimed. "It looks ridiculous."
Tinka scoffed. "I like the way I look!" She said.
"No, you like sparkles, feathers, and a bedazzaler. But newflash, Tinka, you can use all those things and look amazing without looking like some lame poser of Lady Gaga."
"I'm not a poser!"
"I know." Cece said, standing up and grabbing the bedazzler from Tinka. "But you look like one."
Tinka's shoulders sagged. "I'm supposed to look original!"
Cece couldn't help but roll her eyes. She grabbed Tinka's wrist and pulled her up. "Where do you keep your fabric?" She asked.
"We keep it in the North Tower. Why?" She asked. Cece's simply began running in the direction of the North Tower.
Tinka sighed and followed her.
"So, Rocky, what's it like in Chicago?" Kylie asked as the two sat down to get their nails done.
"It's great!" Rocky exclaimed, smiling. "But the best part is Shake it Up: Chicago. It's a blast, and I get to do it with my bestfriend. "
"So you and Cece are close?" Kylie asked.
"As close as we can be!" Rocky said, leaning her head back against her headrest. "We know everything about each other!"
"Everything? Even bestfriends keep secrets." Kylie said, looking over at Rocky, eyes wide.
Rocky shook her head and greeted the woman who was doing her nails. "Not Cece and I." She said to Kylie. "Well, not anymore."
Kylie shooed away her manicurist and turned so she was facing Rocky fully. "Not anymore? Does that mean you had secrets before?" She asked.
"Well, yeah. Sorta." Rocky said. "Aren't you going to get your nails done?"
"I'm just not in the mood anymore." She said, tilting her head to the side. "So who was keeping secrets. It can say a lot about your friendship."
"I don't think it really matters-"
"It always matters." Kylie said, cutting Rocky off. She stood up and walked around to the other side of Rocky.
"Well, it was Cece." Rocky said.
"Was it a big secret?" Kylie asked, walking back and forth across the room.
"Well, I guess it was..."
"What was it?" Kylie asked, stopping in her tracks and looking Rocky in the eyes.
"I can't just tell you!" Rocky said.
Kylie laid a hand on Rocky's arm and shooed her manicurist away. "I'm trying to help you with your friendship with Cece." She paused and looked away. "I had a friend who I was close with... just like you and Cece, but she kept a huge secret from me, and our friendship fell apart. If your friendship was as close as ours was, I just don't want it to end."
"But Cece told me what the secret was." Rocky said, sitting up.
Kylie nodded. "So did my friend. That's when it all when down hill." She said.
Rocky's eyes were suddenly clouded with worry. "Well, if you think it will help..."
"It will." Kylie said, lying a hand on Rocky's arm. "Trust me."
Rocky nodded. "Well, it's simple really. She was just embarassed, which is silly. She just has dyslexia."
"Oh!" Kylie exclaimed. "That's it? Oh, your friendship will last for eternity!"
She stood up and sat back in her chair. "CAN ANYONE GET SOME ASSISTENCE AROUND HERE?"
"Tinka, you look gorgeous!" Cece exclaimed.
Tinka smiled, looking at herself in the mirror. "Really? You think so?"
"I'm positive!" Cece said. She smirked. "See what you can do if you use your bedazzler wisely?"
Tinka nodded enthusiastically and looked at herself in the mirror once more. Her dress shimmered with every movement she made. "I feel like a princess." She said.
"You are a princess." Cece said in a 'duh' tone.
"Well, yeah..." Tinka said. "But I don't always feel like it."
Cece just shook her head. "Come on, let's go find you a boy." she said and began walking toward the door.
"Oh, no thanks." Tinka said, sitting down at her sewing machine.
"What are you talking about?" Cece asked. "Don't you want a boyfriend."
"Well, sure." Tinka said, pulling out some fabric and placing it on the table. "But I don't want just any ol' boyfriend."
"Well, do you have anyone in mind?" Cece asked.
"Maybe." Tinka muttered as she began sewing.
"Who?" Cece exclaimed, eyes wide. She had never seen Tinka looking at any boy other than Gunther. And it wasn't like she was intrested in her brother!
"I'm not telling you!" Tinka exclaimed.
Cece pouted and sat down. She knew Rocky would tell her if she asked. They didn't keep secrets.