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

Chapter Twelve

(A/N: GUYS. 900 LOVELIES. REALLY. You're making me cry here xD But no really thank you all so much for the support and love on every one of these stories. You guys have truly become my family, and I feel I can tell you anything. Which is why I'd like to take time now to apologize for the suckish updating. I told myself going into summer I'd be updating everyday in hopes of finishing the majority of my stories. As we can all see, I have failed in doing so. I am not trying to make excuses, but this summer has been anything but perfect. A lot has been taking place in my personal life that has effected the flow of my creativity. I refuse to ever half ass an update, because you guys deserve the best. It takes awhile for me to build up the motivation and creativity to write lately, so again, I wanted to apologize for the slow updates. Thank you all for being so understanding and for supporting me through everything. Here's to another great summer together! I love you all my lovelies, f&a! I hope you enjoy the new update <3)

(Mikey's POV)

"Let's go over that again boyz." Richy stood in front of us, his back facing us as he slowly went over the moves. "This has to be perfect, performing at a gig like this can get you lots of attention... Both positive and negative." I followed his movements, trying to memorize them, but my brain was everywhere but here right now. I was going to see Gab again, and I was going to perform in front of her. What would I wear? Would Layla let me stand in front? What if I completely blanked on the words?! "MIKEY!" My sister Nicolette snapped her fingers in my eyes, making me come back down to reality. "What?!" I yelled, grabbing my water and taking a sip. "So, since you guys are performing at this huge fashion show, I was hopi-" "No." I cut her off. "I'm not asking if you can be in the show." "But Mikey!!!" She whined, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "Please! Do you not realize how great this could be for my career? I could actually start getting booked for real gigs! Not just Dance Couture! Please please please!" I rolled my eyes, and pulled my hand away. "No! I refuse to do it!" Nicolette frowned, and her eyes got dark. "You'll regret this, Mikey! MOMMY!" She ran to my mom, making me roll my eyes again. She's such a princess. "Mikey?" Jason came up behind me, timidly tapping my shoulder. "Yeah bro?" I asked, sitting down to tie my shoe. "Are you nervous?" He asked, biting his nails. I nodded. "Hell yes. Nervous doesn't even do justice for what I'm feeling." He laughed, and nodded. His eyes avoided mine, making me curious. "Jace? Is there something else you want to talk to me about?" He gulped, his hands burying into his pockets. "Um, yeah..." "What's up?" I laughed. "So, um, you know Angelina?" He asked, biting his lip. I laughed. "Yeah, she's my little sister." "Yeah, um, well, I'm kind of dating her?" He said, his eyes getting wide like they always do when he's nervous. I smiled, and hugged him. "FINALLY!!! MY TWO LITTLE NERDS! TOGETHER!" He hugged me back, his tenseness evaporating. "So you're okay with this?" "Hell yes!" I smiled, high fiving him. "Awesome! Ang!" He called, running in the other direction. I smiled. Jason got his girl, and after this fashion show, I might just have mine...