Behind the Scenes (A Mikey Fusco Love Story) *Completed*

Chapter One

(Gabrielle's POV)

"Mom, can Andrea come over later?" I asked as we drove to the grocery store. "Of course sweetie!" She smiled, keeping her eyes on the road. Dave, one of the several camera/sound guys, focused the camera on me, while I texted rapidly on my phone. "Great!" I smiled. We pulled up to Walmart, and I jumped out of the car, running ahead of the camera guys into the store. See, my mom was a fashion designer for some pretty important names in Hollywood. Just recently, they asked us if we wanted a TV show, and of course, we agreed. I walked through the aisles, looking down at my phone, in another world. Suddenly, I walked right into someone. My phone fell on the ground, along with me. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" "No, no, no, it was my fau-" The girl stopped talking when we locked eyes. "You're... You're..." I smiled, and laughed. "Gabrielle. Guessing you're a fan?" She nodded, and looked at me, speechless. I laughed, and hugged her. "You're so cute!" She laughed, and hugged me back. "I'm so sorry! By the way, here's your phone." She handed it to me, and I secured it in my pocket. "I was chasing after my older brother... He took my phone..." She groaned. "Awe, want me to help you get it back?" I laughed. She nodded. "Yes please!" We walked through the store until she started screaming a boy's name. "MIKEY!" I saw a tall, slim boy standing maybe ten feet away from us. His hair was spiked up perfectly, and he was wearing skinny jeans and a red plaid shirt. "GIVE ME MY PHONE!" She screamed, chasing him further down the aisle. He continued running, but another girl tripped him and grabbed the phone. She ran towards us, and stopped when she got to the girl I was walking with, who I guessed is named Ang. "ANG I GOT THE PHON- OH MY GOD YOU'RE... YOU'RE..." I laughed. "Gabrielle. Nice to meet you." The boy who they were previously chasing ran towards us, and stopped when he saw me. We locked eyes, and I died. His eyes were a beautiful brown, not poop brown like me. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on why. I smiled. I have a feeling we're all going to be very good friends...

(A/N: Gahh, this sucked so bad. I promise it'll get better. Love you all. Smooches!)