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

Chapter Three

(A/N: Eeep! Yas I am finally updating this story. After several (and I mean a lot) of requests through comments and PM's I am finally getting around to it. I'm out today from school because hashtag sick so I get to play catch up with some of my stories. I love you all so much, and thank you all for being so patient! I'll shut up now, hope you enjoy! Smooches :*)

(Mikey's POV)

"Bro, bro, calm down! What in the world are you spazzing over?" Madison laughed as he answered his phone. "Guess. Whose. Number. I. Just. Got." I said, out of breath. "Whose?" He laughed. I took a deep breath, and calmly told him. "GABRIELLE'S!" "W-wait... Gabrielle from the television show... The one you drool over every Thursday night at ten?" Madison stuttered. "YES SHE GAVE ME HER NUMBER!" I screamed like a fangirl. "Bro, stop shitting me. You're lying." Madison said. "I AM NOT! Ang send him the picture!!!" I said, now jumping up and down. Angelina laughed, and scrolled through her phone, clicking send. I heard Madison's phone buzz, and he dropped the phone when he saw it. "Bro? You still there?" I laughed. "HOLY SHIT YOU GOT HER NUMBER YO HOOK ME UP WITH ONE OF HER FRIENDS PLEASE OH MY GOD SHE'S SO HOT." He screamed. "Hey... She's mine." I growled. Angelina and Kat stared at me and cracked up, but I wasn't kidding. I got her number, and I swear she's going to be mine someday...

(Gabrielle's POV)

"Wait.. You did what?" My mom asked, her focus on the road. I made funny faces at one of our camera guys, but my mom snapped her fingers in my face to bring me back to reality. "I told you! I gave my number to that boy that helped me back to the car." I said, snapping my bubble gum. "GABRIELLE! Are you dumb? Do you not realize he's probably going to post that all over the internet?" My mom freaked. "Mom! Calm down! He's not just a normal kid... He's famous too. His name is Mikey Fusco. He was on America's Best Dance Crew. He understands how important privacy is. Don't worry." I said, rolling my eyes. Westopped at a stop light, and my mom looked over at me. "Gabrielle, I'm trusting you. But if your number ends up all over the internet, don't come crying to me..." And with that she turned away from me, and put her attention back on the road. My stomach turned. I really hope my mom isn't right...