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

Chapter Seventeen

(Mikey's POV)

"She's done being your ticket to fame." "Goodbye Mikey." The words were ringing in my head as I dragged myself backstage. I was confused at first, but then I understood. She thought I was using her. But why? What gave her that idea? "Mikey." Layla's thick British accent filled my ears, and I jumped from surprise. "Yes?" I asked, sadly popping a grape into my mouth. "Do you have anything you want to tell me?" She asked, crossing her arms over chest. I racked my brain for things I had done in the past twenty four hours, and nothing came to mind. "No... Why?" She handed me her phone, and pressed the play button. There I was, talking with Nicolette on the phone, only what was being said wasn't our actual conversation. I silently cursed to myself. Shit. "Layla... I didn't actually say this stuff... They twisted my words! I would never use her! She's my best friend... Well, was my best friend.." I sighed in defeat, and handed her back her phone. Layla nodded, and sighed. "Just as I suspsected... Mikey, I'll take care of this... For now, just leave it alone... And with your best interest in mind, I say you stop talking to her..." I was afraid she'd say that. I nodded sadly, and handed Layla my guitar. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be back on time to perform." She ruffled my hair and moved out of my way. I made a beeline to the bathroom, and felt tears welling up in my eyes. I can't believe everything went bad so quickly...

(Gabrielle's POV)

I sat in my room, staring at my wall. I should've listened to my mom. Letting fans into my life was a bad idea. She walked into my room with a tray that held freshly made cookies and my favorite Dunkin Donuts coffee. She looked at the camera guys, and they walked out of my room, leaving me and her alone. "Hi, sweetie." She set the tray in front of me, and sat at the end of my bed. I stayed quiet, but reached for a cookie, and shoved it in my mouth. She sighed, and rubbed my shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry, it turned out like that with him. I know you were growing really close to those boys." I shrugged. "That's what I get for having a famous mom... I should get used to it... This isn't going to be the last time someone uses me." I could telll she wanted to comfort me and tell me that's not true, but we both knew it was. "Thank you mom, for the cookies and coffee. But can I please be alone?" She nodded, and pressed her lips to my forehead, then walked out. I sighed, and moved the tray so I could lay down. I closed my eyes, and remembered all the times me and Mikey hung out. Especially the last time...

*Flashback* 

"Hey Gab!" Mikey smiled at me, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I hugged him back, and smiled. "Where's the other boys?" "Stopped in your kitchen to invade you fridge, they'll be here soon." He laughed. I smiled. "Two days until your performance at the House of Blues! Nervous?" He nodded, and ran a hand through his hair. "Richy is really kicking our asses to memorize this choreo..." "Well, do you want to go over it with me?" I asked, grabbing my phone to play their song. "Um, sure!" Mikey smiled. I plugged my phone into the speaker, and pressed play. "Do You" blasted through the speakers, and Mikey's body started to move to the music. I watched him move, and nodded. He never failed to impress me. He ran through the chroeography a few times, and then he got bored. My phone skipped to the next song, and "Sad Song" by We The Kings started playing. "May I have this dance?" Mikey smiled, and held out his hand. I grabbed his hand, and we started swaying back and forth through the rooom. I laughed as he twirled me, and then dipped me, holding me in that position. Our eyes met, and I blushed. Mikey smiled, and started moving his face closer to mine. I puckered my lips, ready for his to meet mine, when he dropped me at the sound of footsteps coming up the steps. "GAB!!!" Madison and Jason came barging in. I blushed, and stood up, brushing myself off. So much for that kiss...

*Back to the present* 

I sighed to myself at the thought. I actually was starting to like him. He was a really nice kid... But that doesn't matter now. After what he did to me, there's never going to be any kind of relationship between Mikey and me...