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

Chapter Twenty-Five

(A/N: Hello my lovelies! So, I am pretty sure this story will be coming to and end soon. It makes me so, so sad to announce that. I still have a few minor plot adjustments to make, but there should be maybe 3 or 4 parts left. I really hope you guys are enjoying the story. I love you my lovelies! <3 AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING! GOBBLE GOBBLE XD (and I'm sorry to my Canadian readers, I know your Thanksgiving has passed!) 

(Gabrielle's POV)

"I can't come." I read the text, and for some reason, my heart hurt. He can't come? After all this time, he's supposedly "Missed me" I give him the chance to make things right and all I get is a text back that contains three words? I sighed, and slammed my phone down on my nightstand. I should've expected this. "Hey what's wrong?" Drea came in holding two glasses of lemonade. "Mikey. He canceled on me!" I honestly couldn't even believe it. I sat down on my bed, my wrapped leg dangling over the edge. "Why are you upset? You got out of having to hang out with that butt!" Drea laughed, setting down our drinks. I looked down, and sighed. She was right. Why was I so upset? I shook my head, and picked up my lemonade, and took a sip. I guess him canceling was for the better...

(Mikey's POV)

I couldn't concentrate. No matter how many times we went over the moves, it just wasn't clicking for me. "Mikey." Richy stopped the music, and gestured for me to sit down next to him. I did so, and buried my face in my hands. "What is going on with you and this girl?" He asked, his hand patting my back to comfort me. "I was supposed to go meet her tonight... But I chose this rehersal instead... I love dancing and being in To Be One... But... I think I love her too..." I paused, and looked at Richy, whose mouth was hanging open. Even I was surprised by what I had just said. He stood up, and handed me my things. "That's it. You're dismissed Michael. Now, go to Gab and make things right." I smiled, and nodded. "Thanks Rich!" I ran out of the studio, all the way to Gab's house. I knocked on the door, and waited for the buzz signaling I was allowed in. Instead, I got the voice of Drea. Shit. "Well, look who it is! Mister Shit face! Probably coming to make things right with Gab..." I looked down, and sighed. "Yeah..." "Well guess what? It's too late... Sorry Mikey! Go find another celebrity to suck the fame out of!" And with that, she was gone. I groaned, and threw my stuff to the ground. I screwed up, again...