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

Chapter Twenty-Six

(Mikey's POV)

I walked home, trying hard to keep my tears back. I had messed up so many times now... Even I knew I didn't deserve anymore chances. It hurt to say.. But Gab was officially out of my life. And who else did I have to blame but myself? I slammed the door shut, and dropped my stuff at the door. At the sound of the thud of the door, Nicolette came downstairs. "What was that?" I ignored her, and walked up to my room, my tears no longer able to be contained. To my dismay, Nic followed me up, and she gasped when she saw my tears. "Mikey... you're crying!" "Yeah, I know, go ahead and make fun of me. I don't care anymore!" I buried my face into my pillow, I was sobbing. Instead of laughing, or leaving, Nicolette sat at the bottom of my bed. "Mikey... What's wrong?" I sat up, and wiped my eyes. "It's Gabrielle... She hates me." Nicolette nodded, guilt flooding her face. She sighed, and played with her hands. She always did this when she was guilty. "Nic.. What's up?" I asked. She shook her head, and got up, walking to the living room. "What are you doing?" I asked, following her. "Just don't worry about it... I'm making things right." She slid on her jacket and shoes, and grabbed her keys off the rack by the door. "Tell mom I'm out." And with that, she left. I closed the door behind her, beyond confused. I have no idea what just happened, but I hope she has the answer on how to fix things with Gab...

(Gabrielle's POV)

I was woken by the doorbell. I quickly walked to the door, and was surprised to open it and see Nicolette. We had never really talked too much, so I couldn't think of a reason why she'd be here. "Hey, can I come in?" She asked, rocking back and forth nervously. "Sure." I let her in, and shut the door behind her. "So, what brings you here?" "I have something to admit." She said. "Okay, what is it?" I asked, putting more of my weight on the crutches. She looked at me, and sighed loudly. Whatever it was, she was obviously nervous to tell me. "The whole thing with Mikey... I was the one who caused it all." "Wait, what?" I asked. "I got your producers, to to twist Mikey's word from the phone call... He didn't really use you Gab..." She said, stepping closer to me. "Wait... Why would you do such a thing?!" I yelled, nearly slipping from my crutches. "That fashion show your mom had... He wouldn't get me into it... I was pissed at him... And that's how I got him back.." She said, looking down. "You ruin his life to get revenge?! Are you sick?" I was disgusted. She looked down again, and sighed. "I'm sorry... Just please, go talk to him." "I'll do what I want. Just... Leave..." I opened the door. She looked at me, and sniffled. "I"m so sorry..." And with that she was gone. I slammed the door, and groaned. What the fuck am I going to do...