"This just in. Are Caitlyn and Nate Black going through a rough patch? Guess the honeymoon's over darlings. Caitlyn and Nate Black were overheard yelling in a heated argument by a neighbor, who reported the noise violation. We have proof that this complaint was filed, so this is no false rumor. Could this really be the end for the golden couple? And what about their teenage daughter Bell and their unborn child? Stay tuned," the cocky news anchors tells the world, as he holds a huge grin on his face. I flip off the TV. I wonder which heated argument was reported. There's been enough to turn a person deaf.

I want to believe my aunt Mitchie that everything will end up all right, but the tabloids seem to be righter and righter with each speculated story. This is serious shit here. My parents' marriage could be over. This could be it. Poor baby Aria could grow up between bachelor pads. My dancing career could be over before it starts because no one wants to hire an emotionally damaged teenager. My parents could turn into the next Shane and Mitchie, post break up. No one sees how big this is except me.

"Aunt Mitchie, why isn't anyone freaking out? This is serious. Mom and dad are yelling then crying, well mainly mom," I ask for the tenth time, but for the tenth time, I don't get a reply from her.

"Because it's Nate and Caitlyn," Uncle Shane interjects.

"I know! So this is huge. I mean they never fight!" I interject back.

"Oh Bell, you have no idea…"Aunt Mitchie replies. What does she mean by that?

"God Mitchie, look what you've done. Bell's already under so much stress and now you've just added the temptation of that other story!" Uncle Shane barks.

"Well sorry, Shane. I wasn't aware everyone was as nosy as you. And since when do you tell me what to do?" Aunt Mitchie snaps back.

"Guys! Keep it under control!" I yell. They mumble a few bitter apologies. "Soooo what do you mean by that, Aunt Mitchie?" I ask nonchalantly.

"See!?!" Uncle Shane yells.

"Fat chance I'm telling you Bell. You already have so much going on, you don't need this burden. Have you thought about seeing a psychiatrist?" Aunt Mitchie asks kindly. What the hell? I'm not some troubled girl with mommy daddy issues. Paging Dr. Grey!?!

"What? I'm perfectly fine!" I yell.

"For now. Then something else will happen. And another thing will happen. It's okay to break down, you know. You don't have to be strong. You're parents can figure it out themselves," Uncle Shane says. Wow, who knew he could be so deep?

"Well, they have enough on their minds. I don't want to bother them," I snap.

"That's the thing. If you talked to a doctor, maybe he could just be there and listen, since they're not. He doesn't have to heal you, per se. He can just listen. Like my shrink, his name is Dr. Rubenstein," Aunt Mitchie says.

"That loser? Don't go to him Bell. He's a total dipshit. Look how you aunt turned out," Uncle Shane cracks.

"What the hell is your problem Shane? Are you still pissed about that? That I liked him better than you?" Aunt Mitchie interrogates warningly. Oh ho! What is this new piece of information? Does it have to do with why they broke up? I've been waiting quite a long time for this…

"Explanation please? Does this have anything to do with why you guys can't be in the same room with each other for more than a few hours?" I ask matter-of-factly.

"No. Yes. I mean, just no," Uncle Shane sputters.

"Please just tell me. It'll keep my mind off of my parents. And I could just Google it. Wouldn't you rather me hear it from you than Perez Hilton?" I threaten. I see my aunt's face soften.

"Fine. Okay so once upon a time, there was a hotshot popstar who was a total douche," Aunt Mitchie starts, but earns a swat from Uncle Shane.

"Rockstar!" he yells, mockingly offended.

"Sure. Rockstar. So this rockstar gets sent to a camp by his band mates, the very workaholic…Nathan…and the insane in the membrane…Jake…because the rockstar has turned into a rude drama queen," Aunt Mitchie continues with a smile. Her attempt to be discrete is pathetic.

"Then the rockstar meets a small town girl, who loves music and sees the good in the rockstar. But this small town girl isn't who she really claims she is." Uncle Shane takes over with a nostalgic look on his face. Huh?

"But at the same time, he hears a mystery girl singing in the mess hall and he goes on a hunt to find this girl," Aunt Mitchie interrupts.

"Little does he know that the small town girl is the mystery girl. And over time, the small town girl heals the rockstar back to his nice, polite ways," Uncle Shane says.

"Until one day, the small town girl decides to just fuck everything up. She got too consumed with her lies, and the rockstar found out. The rockstar realized the one REAL thing in his life that he could count on was also, fake. Both the rockstar and the small town girl were devastated," Aunt Mitchie says.

"So Final Jam comes along, and the small town girl is convinced to sing, now that no one likes her. And when the rockstar hears her voice, he knows he has found his girl. And from that day on, their relationship went nowhere but forward. The end," Uncle Shane finishes with a smile on his face, and tears in Aunt Mitchie's eyes.

"Aw that was so sweet, your love story," I say genuinely. How did that perfect Cinderella story turn into this train wreck?

"Yeah. Believe it or not, we used to be like your parents, back in the day," Uncle Shane says, reminiscing.

"Which part? The yelling and fighting or the lovey dovey?" I ask.

"Both," Aunt Mitchie interrupts, wiping at her eyes. "You know you haven't heard the whole story. I think it's time you really know what goes on after the happy ending. In case, um, things don't work out with your parents." Uncle Shane just nods. I nod too, but feel my heart clench inside.

"So the rockstar and the small town girl get married and are happier than ever. But every once in a while, the rockstar would get a distracted look in his eye. Until one day…one day…" Aunt Mitchie trails off.

"One day, the small town girl finds out a secret the rockstar had been keeping from her for a few months. Turns out, the rockstar had a secret love child from his crazy days he didn't know about. The small town girl had discovered the reason behind the rockstar's distance from her. He wasn't ignoring her, but trying to find out what happened to that child," Uncle Shane finishes. Wow.

"The small town girl was furious. She didn't know why the rockstar wouldn't tell her. She wasn't mad that he had a child, but mad that he didn't tell her. She could've helped him look. But once again, she fucks up. Instead of talking, she just shuts herself off. She hires a psychiatrist, who helps her with her self confidence. The psychiatrist encourages her to leave the rockstar, because a relationship can't be based on secrets," Aunt Mitchie says.

"So the small town girl just leaves. The rockstar found out that the child had been born a stillborn and he regretted not saying something to the small town girl. And the Cinderella story ended up a tragedy," Uncle Shane ends in a sad voice. I'm in tears.

"Wow. Oh my god. Really,you guys?" I croak. That is so sad.

"Yeah, but that's not the saddest part. It's that the rockstar and the small town girl still love each other, but won't admit it," Uncle Shane says, looking Aunt Mitchie in the eye, who tries to avoid his glance.

"We can't run anymore, Mitch," he whispers.

"No, stop it Shane," she says sternly and wipes her tears and her smudged mascara.

Oh. My. God. Who would have thought that things like that happened in real life? This is just like a soap opera. Is this what's gonna happen to my parents? Are they going to be lovers ripped apart by irrelevant things? Am I going to have to explain something like this to Aria one day, in tears? Will I be strong enough to by then or will I crumble into pieces like Aunt Mitchie?