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

Chapter Fourteen

(A/N: Hi lovelies! So I have a few important things to go over with you guys. First off, I am starting my freshman year woop woop! I have a a huge pile of responsibilities now, and I just want to warn you guys as always, that I will be on less, update less, all that jazz. I'm going to miss you all so much ugh. I will be able to update and come interact with you all here and there, but not as much as I'm used to :( Secondly, as we all have probably become aware of, To Be One is slowly dissappearing. Because of this, I have considered writing other fandom stories. Of course, I will always be an ICONiac, and will probably continue with some new ICONic stories, but I would like to open my writing up to anything my readers want. And lastly, a note to everyone who has started or will be starting school soon, stay strong. I know for some of us, starting school is a very anxious time, not only worrying about new classes, but maybe also interacting with new people. Just know, I am ALWAYS here for you. I never want any of you to feel alone. Here's to another amazing summer, I love you all so much! Smooches <3) 

 (Mikey's POV; Three weeks later)

The camera crew sat around us, filming for the next few episodes. "Mikey, seriously, how do you not understand Goldfish?" Gab laughed, grabbing another card from the pile in the center of the table. "I spent my childhood playing outside and dancing, not professing in the art of card games!" I huffed, throwing my cards to the ground and sipping on my Coke, making her laugh. "He's just mad because he's losing... He had thirteen cards in his hand!" Madison teased. I laughed, and looked at the camera, crossing my eyes and sticking my tongue out, making Dan, one of the camera men laugh. "Hey Gab?" I said, my tone getting quieter. "Yes?" She smiled. "Can we talk... Like in private?" I asked. Gab laughed, and nodded, walking with me to the kitchen while the other boyz made wolf whistles. "So, what's up?" She asked, once we were alone. "I wanted to give you something." I blushed, looking down. "What is it?" She laughed, and sat on the counter. I took my drawstring bag off my back, and reached in. "So, remember how we met?" She nodded, and smiled. "How could I forget, you saved me from getting killed by paparazzi." "And what did I make you wear?" I smiled, tightening my grip on what was in the bag. "Hm, Ang's hoodie, glasses and a snapback.. Why?" She asked. "Well, you looked so good in that snapback, which was actually mine, I decided to give you one of your own..." I pulled out a black and white "Brooklyn Nets" snapback. "Awe Mikey, you shouldn't have..." She smiled, and hugged me. I smiled, and squeezed her tight, placing the hat on her head backwards. "Do I look like a thug?" She smiled, crossing her arms over her chest and making a mean mug face. "Yes definitely." I laughed, and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. We walked back into the living room, where Madison and Jason were wrestling for the remote. I laughed, and joined, flopping on top of Jason and making him groan. "Hey, hey, hey!" Gab yelled, making us all stop, and stare up at her. "My house, my remote." She grabbed the remote and laughed. "Hey, no fair!" Madison pouted. "Life isn't fair, Mad Boy." She winked, and sat on the couch. All three of us exchanged glances, and got up, and ran towards her. She screamed, and started running around the house, us on her tail. We finally caught her, and tackled her into the carpet, making her crack up. Madison and Jason stood up, holding the remote and high fiving. "No fair!" She pouted, and looked up at me. "Mikey, tackle them!" Madison shoved the remote down his sweatpants, and laughed. "Life isn't fair, Gab." "EWW!" She shrieked, and laughed. I laughed, and looked down at her. "Michael, you're squishing me." "Maybe that was the plan." I tickled her, and got up, helping her up. Madison and Jason looked at us, and wiggled their eyebrows. Gab rolled her eyes, and laughed. "You guys are dumb. Let's go get pizza." And with that she walked out of the room. "Bro, she totally digs you." Madison said, giving me a fist pump. I laughed and shook my head. "Nah." But inside, I really hope he's right...