/ / Mitch's POV

"Okay, let's go. I bet they'll already be there." We jump in the car and I check my twitter and texts as she buckles up. Sure enough Jerome has texted me about a million times and the rest of Tram Crafted has tweeted me about my whereabouts. I quickly said, 'on my way' to Jerome and start driving to the convention center. I look over to Madeleine, she's also checking her phone. Probably Zoe.

/ / Madeleine's POV

My notifications have blown up to a point where my phone isn't registering. All from Instagram. What happened on Instagram?
"What's this all about?" I say out loud accidentally.
"What?" Mitch doesn't look away from the rode.
"My phone is freezing up from all the notifications from Instagram. And they're still coming in- from people I've never heard of too."
"Have you checked?" Mitch says looking a little more concerned than before.
"No, but Zoe texted me saying 'So sorry about your Insta, Adams an asshole, we made him take it down."
"Dammit Adam, this must have been what Jerome was texting me about."
I was still confused, "What?"
"We'll talk to them in a few seconds, they said they're at the Machinima booth on the second floor."
We park- a very hard challenge- and run into the convention. We preordered our badges and since Mitch has a special media pass, I cut the line with him. A few fangirls from the line recognize him and call out his name. He just laughs and shrugs it off, this celebrity thing looks almost easy. He grabs my hand and I blush as he leads me to the booth. When we arrive Adam looks at both of us guiltily. We're still very confused, or at least I am.
"What happened?" I ask as Zoe hugs me hello.
"You didn't see?" I shake my head in response.
"Adam give me your phone," Jerome says loud enough for Zoe and I to notice and walk over to Mitch and him. Adam hands him the phone, he still looks really guilty.
The image on the screen surprises me. It's a photo of a couple cuddling in bed. Simple as that, what's the big deal?
"Adam what the hell!?" Mitch almost yells. Then I get a closer look at the picture. It's Mitch and I. In bed. Together. On Adam's Instagram. With me tagged in it. I pull out my phone and check the notifications again. When I log into the app, I click one of my recent pictures. The comments are well over a hundred- growing. Most of them are similar to 'Why's Mitch sleeping with her?' And 'Are they together?' A few were really nasty. Everyone is looking at my shocked face as I look through them. They've all seen these comments and Mitch went through a similar thing already with another friend of his who happened to be a girl.
"I'm sorry," Adam says quietly. Honestly, I never really liked Adam, he was a little too obnoxious for my taste. Mitch was friends with him though, so there wasn't really anyway to avoid him.
"It's okay, everyone makes mistakes," I say with a sigh. I look up from my phone after turning off Instagram notifications so my phone doesn't commit suicide. Everyone looks shocked. I knew I had every right to be angry, that was a violation of privacy and now half the internet would know who I was. But I could deal, it was easier to take this than the bullying I got in middle school. I used to get beat up almost everyday by this really nasty girl named Elana and he friends Patricia and Izzy.
"W-What?" Zoe says looking at me almost like she was offended.
"It's the consequences of dating Mitch. It's been six months of skyping each other, and if we want this to be a legitimate thing, the viewers will find out." I look directly at Mitch," Right?"
"Yeah..." He says putting his arm around my lower back, "I'm sorry it had to be this early in the weekend though."
"Why? Now I can do this," I say kissing him. When we break apart we're both grinning. Adam and Jerome had wandered back to the signing table.
"I should go, we have a signing for the next hour. Meet up later?"
"Sounds good. I think Zoe wants to meet Mr. Sparklez."
We hug goodbye and go our separate ways. Secretly I wondered what our shipping name is.