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

Chapter Twenty-Seven

(Gabrielle's POV)

"Wait... so he's innocent?" Drea was as shocked as I was. "Drea.. I fucked up so badly... Why did I believe media over him?" I buried my face in my hands. This was terrible. "It's okay Gab... Go talk to him..." Drea said. "No he probably hates me after how rude I was to him... Besides he blew me off today.." I sighed, and fell back into the couch. "No... Gab he came later and asked to see you... I shooed him away..." Drea admitted. "Wait.. So there's still hope?!" I asked, shooting up. "Yes!" She smiled. "DAVE!!" I yelled, getting up on my crutches. "WE NEED TO GO." He came running in, panting. "What is wrong, Mrs. Gabrielle?" "We need to go to Mikey's." I said, throwing him the keys. "I thought you hated him?" He asked, his eybrow shooting up in confusion. "He's been innocent this whole time!" I said, feeling guilt arise in me again. "Oh my... Grab your coat, girls, we're going to fix this!" Dave ran outside, us following him, me moving faster than I ever had on my crutches. We got in the car, and Dave entered the address in his GPS. Nerves rose in my stomach. How could I have ever thought he'd use me? Was I stupid? Obviously.... To believe media over someone who had become my best friend? I of all people should understand how rude and ruthless media and producers and fame in general could be... All the embrrassment and pain he's went through because of this... My heart swelled with guilt all over again. I needed to make things right with him desparately. We drove as fast as we could, but traffic was killer. I looked out my window, and saw I could walk to his house from here. I reached for the door handle, but Drea slapped my hand away. "Don't you dare." I sighed, and stuck my face to the window, groaning louder when we barely budged forward. I needed to see him, and I needed to fix this...

(Mikey's POV)

"Wait.. You did what?!" I screamed at her. She cringed backwards, guarding herself with her purse. "I'm so sorry..." "You should be!" I screamed, and walked outside. I couldn't believe her. She was despicable. I pulled out my phone to call her, and just as it began to ring, I saw a car pulling towards me. What the fuck? The door swung open, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Gabrielle. Standing there. "MIKEY!" She crutched over to me fast, losing her balance, but I caught her. "I"m so sorry... I should've believed you.. How can I ever fix this?" She said, looking down and sighing. "Well... I believe you owe me a picture." I smiled, referring back to when we first met, and she didnt have time to take a picture with me. At this point, paparazzi had swormed around us. She smiled at me, and I looked at her confused. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and smiled. "How about this for a first picture together?" And with that she connected our lips. Everyone around us was going crazy, but I was the most excited of all. I had finally kissed the girl of my dreams....