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Next Day
Mikayla's POV
"It feels good to be back on the road!" I say as I lay out on the couch.
"It feels good to be alone again." Mitchie winks at me. She's been getting really touchy lately, it was kind of hot.
"Come lay down with me then." I say as I pat my belly so she can lay on top of me. Right now she's sitting indian style on the bus floor.
"My pleasure." She grins as she gets up and makes her way over to me.
"So you know where we're playing tomorrow?" I ask as she lays down on top of me. Her legs are around my waist and she's using her shoulders to prop herself up.
"Dallas, right?" she asks.
"Yes. You know what Dallas is?" I ask.
"Your hometown." she says.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" I say jokingly.
"And what do I possibly win?" she asks with a smirk.
"Your choice of either a compliment, a kiss, or a sweet little ass grab." I say.
"Oh as tempting as those sound I'll have to go with... All three." she smiles.
"Only because I like you." I say as I bring my lips on to hers and let my hands move down from her hips to her ass. I gently squeeze and she lets out a giggle. "You're the most beautiful girl in this world." I say with honesty.
"Behind you, I assume?" she says.
"I don't compare to you. No one compares to you." I smile.
"You're a smooth talker Ms. Gomez." she winks.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I say jokingly. "Ah, babe, I'm so nervous."
"For tomorrow?" she asks.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I haven't played there yet, I always avoid it... But there was no way to stop it this time around."
"Are you afraid the wrong person might show up?"
"Yes..." I admit. "I'm scared I'll see her. I'm scared she will be there."
"She can't do anything to you, Mik, you're over 18 and plus I'll protect you." She says kissing the tip of my nose.
"No, my job is to protect YOU." I say as I point to her.
"Oh shut up!" she says. "I mean it though."
"Thank you." I say. "I just have no interest in seeing her. I know she's my mom and what not but she made my life hell after she married that asshole. Getting out was the best thing I did."
"It's just one night." she says pushing my hair back behind my ear. "You can't hide from the town that made you who you are, Mik."
"It's not the town that I am avoiding, I love it there, it's just her." I say shaking my head. "Now that we're dating I guess I could be a little more honest about my relationship with my mom. She would do exactly as my step-dad would say. He hated the relationship the two of us had and he started manipulating her into treating me like shit."
"They never laid a hand on you, right?" she asks lightly.
"A few times." I admitted. "It was always for the most stupidest reasons."
"I wish I could have been there to hold you." She pouts.
"I prefer you just hold me right now." I say with a smile.
...
"It's nice to see you again, Dallas." I say as I begin my set. The last time I was here, I was living with my mother and my step-father, trying to get the hell out. "How many of you know that I was born and raised here?" I say as the crowd begins to cheer.
I used to love living in Dallas, it was a nice place to grow up in. My childhood was smooth until that idiot came along and ruined everything for me. I guess I can't really complain though, because if I hadn't left at sixteen then I wouldn't be where I am now. I wouldn't be an international pop star, and I sure as hell would not be with my beautiful girlfriend.
"Alright Dallas, let's get this party started!" I say into he mic as my band begins to play the first song.
It felt good to finally be performing in the city that raised me. I wonder how many people that I grew up with we're here? Did anyone bother to come see me? I let the music drown my thoughts as I began to sing. The crowd was loud tonight, singing along to every note. I guess it's true when they say the hometown shows are the best ones. I've been missing out.
"Damn, Dallas you all rock!" I say breathlessly into the mic after a few songs. My choreography isn't very tiring but for some reason I find myself dancing a lot more than usual today. I can see Mitchie watching me from backstage. I love that about her, ever since we started dating she's always stayed to watch my set.
The crowd is cheering extra loudly now, they're chanting my name along with Mitchie's name. Guess they watched the Ellen interview.
"Alright Dallas I've got a little surprise for you." I say trying to tease the crowd. "You all watched Mitchie Torres tonight right?" I ask and the crowd cheers loudly. "Let's make a deal. If you sing extra loudly to my next song, I will get her out here again." I promise. I see Mitchie give me a questionable look from backstage but I just smile. The crowd cheers and screams and I take it as a deal.
"Okay, this song is called If cupid had a heart. Sing along!" I began to sing the song that made my career. The whole crowd was singing along and jumping up and down. This was a beautiful sight. When I neared the end of the song I walked over to the end of the stage and motioned for Mitchie to come with me. She rolled her eyes but wasted no time in reaching out her hand for me to take. I slowly walked her onto the stage and I can see her getting red.
"I need you to see, I need you with me." I sang the last words to my song and the crowd just blew up. I hugged Mitchie and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, drawing a few 'aw' from the crowd.
"Dallas, please get as loud as you can for my girlfriend, Mitchie Torres!" I yelled into the mic. She smiled at me and then turned to wave at the crowd.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd began to cheer. What was it with these fans and watching us kiss!
Mitchie leaned over and brought our lips together before pulling away and walking back to her place backstage. She was literally the cutest thing I had ever seen.
"You guys know my song Bang Bang Bang, right?" I ask the crowd. "Well I'm going to change up the lyrics tonight. This one goes out to all my exes." I laugh.
My new girl used to be a model
She looks way better than you
She looks way better than you
My new girl gets it how to get me
Her love is deeper you know
She's a real keeper you know
Bang Bang Bang
I'm breaking in!
Stealing all my love back
giving it to her
Bang Bang Bang
This time I win
I thought your love was all that
'til I let her in
Whoa oh
You're gonna be the one
That's hoping
You're gonna be the one
When I'm done having fun
You're gonna be the one that's broken
My new girl knows the way I want it
She's got more swagger than you
She's got more swagger than you do
My new girl really likes to flaunt this
She's not hiding me you know
She's showing me off you know
Bang Bang Bang
I'm breaking in
Stealing all my love back
giving it to her
Bang Bang Bang
This time I win
I thought your love was all that,
'til I let her in
Whoa oh
You're gonna be the one
That's hoping
You're gonna be the one
When I'm done having fun
You're gonna be the one that's broken
I hope you slip and fall and trip all over my heart
And just lay there alone
Yeah, you got what you wanted
On your hands and knees
Grasping for air
Grasping for me
Baby don't hold your breath
I've moved on to the next
Whoa
On to the next one
Whoa
On to the next one
Bang Bang Bang
I'm breaking in
Stealing all my love back
giving it to her
Bang Bang Bang
This time I win
I thought your love was all that
'til I let her in
You're gonna be the one
That's hoping
You're gonna be the one
When I'm done having fun
You're gonna be the one that's broken
Bang Bang Bang
I'm breaking in
Stealing all my love back
giving it to her
Bang Bang Bang
This time I win
I thought your love was all that
'til I let her in
"Thank you Dallas!" I yell into the mic before walking off and hugging my beautiful girlfriend.
"Nicely done." Mitchie says as she kisses my cheek. "So this new girl of yours, does she really know the way you want it?" She winks.
"Something like that." I say as I take both her hands into mine and lift them up, intertwining our fingers. "She's a real keeper you know."
"I bet she is." She said with a smirk.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, silly." I say as I kiss her nose. "Did you eat?" I ask her.
"Not yet." She said shaking her head.
"Are you hungry?"
"A little."
"Why didn't you eat then?" I asked. Sometimes I worried for her, that she might go back to her old ways. I always try and keep an eye on her, making sure she's staying healthy.
"Because I wanted to go to dinner with you." She says. "After your set that is."
"Aw, I have a cute girlfriend." I say as I scrunch up my nose.
"There's a restaurant about a block from here that we can go to if you want."
"As long as I'm with you I'll go wherever!" I say. Mitchie turns to walk towards the exit and I slip my hands around her waist. We walk like this outside and spot a large crowd of fans. "We should have waited to go out!"
"Just take a few pictures and then tell them we're headed out. They'll understand." Mitchie says. "Hey guys!"
"Oh my gosh It's Mitchie Torres!" the fans scream. "And Mikayla!"
"Hi." I say awkwardly.
"Can I have a picture?" a short brunette asks. I nod and before I know it she has the camera in front of us.
"Hey, Mikayla, can I talk to you privately?" A boy about my age asks when I get to him.
"Um, why?" I ask suspiciously.
"I don't want to say it in front of everyone."
"Uh..." I look at Mitchie and she shrugs. "Okay, come through."
I move the barricade over and let him pass by. We walk a little over to where no one is. "So?"
"Okay, my name is Michael Gomez and I'm your brother." he says. "Half brother."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I say. "Call security babe."
"No, listen to me please." He begs as he puts his hands up. "Your father is Ricardo Gomez and your mother is Ellen Gomez but now known as Ellen James. Your father left you when you were almost two years old and I'm the reason why he did."
"How do you know this information?" I ask in confusion, he was spot on. No one but Margo and Mitchie knew about this. "What are you talking about?"
"I would prefer if we could have this conversation in private." He says as he turns to see the fans still waiting.
"Look you better not be fucking with me." I tell him. I look to the fans and wave. "Sorry guys, we're heading in." I say to them and then turn to Mitchie. "Are you staying and signing?"
"I'm not letting some random guy onto our bus with you alone. I'm coming too." She says.
Mitchie, Michael and I enter the bus and I lead him to the back. Mitchie is as confused as I am but chooses not to interfere. "I'll get you a drink." She tells him.
"I know nothing makes sense to you right now but I want to explain if you're willing to listen." He tells me.
"Well I brought you into my bus didn't I?" I tell him.
"Okay well, like I said my name is Michael Gomez, I'm seventeen years old. My father is your father. He had an affair with my mom while he was with yours..." he started.
"I grew up without a father, don't call him that." I say.
"Okay, fine. My father was with your mother and they had you... Apparently things between your parents weren't going well and he cheated. You were barely a baby and then he found out my mom was pregnant with me. He told your mom because he felt guilty and she banned him from ever seeing either of you."
"My mom kicked him out?" I say. My mom would always tell me that my dad left on his own, that he never cared.
"My dad never stops talking about you, you know? He's proud of you." He says. Now I'm even more suspicious.
"How do I know you're not just some crazed fan who wants my money."
"Cause I don't." He shakes his head. " I will take a DNA test if you need me to but you're the spitting image of my dad."
"I have a picture of him..." I admit. "I kept it when I moved from Dallas. I always thought maybe one day I'd meet him again... Tell him what a fuck up he made me."
"You're not a fuck up, baby." Mitchie interrupts.
"I take it that she's your girlfriend?" Michael says pointing to Mitchie who is serving him some water.
"Yes." I say. "Back to my 'dad'" I say using air quotes. "So he cheated on my mom and then what?"
"She forced him to leave and he did. He left and he helped my mom raise me. They told me from a young age that I had a half sister and then when you first appeared on television my father cried and that's when I knew it was you."
"What's he like?" I ask.
"He's a nice guy, he's very supportive. He knows he messed up his relationship with you when he cheated but he really does love you." Michael insists.
"I was two years old when he left, we didn't have a relationship." I say. "Look, I appreciate you coming out here and all but he had sixteen years to fucking look for me and to make things right."
"Mikayla, don't you get it? Your mother would not let him see you, never. He was going to find you when you turned eighteen but you were a big star and the possibility of that dream died out."
"So he sends his seventeen year old son to make things right?" I ask growing furious.
"He didn't send me here, I came on my own. Look, our dad is dying Mikayla. He's dying and the last thing he would want is to die without ever seeing you again."
"He's what?" I ask. "What's wrong with him?"
"He has cancer." Michael says holding back tears. "The doctors gave him a few months… that was two months ago. He was being treated for it but my family isn't exactly rich and we ran out of money… we couldn't pay for his treatment anymore."
"I'm sorry." I say apologetically.
"When the doctors told me that he was going to die it made we want to look for you, to get you to go see him. I know his last dying wish is to see you and when I found out you were coming to Dallas I figured I'd come and give it a shot. Mikayla, he really wants to see you again."
"I don't know." I say.
"Please at least consider it. I know you're schedule is hectic but he is your father after all, even if you don't want to consider him as that. He loves you." Michael begins to cry. "Here, have my number, call me if you decide to come. If not, it was nice meeting you." He says before getting up and leaving.
"Mikayla, are you okay?" Mitchie asks as she notices me staring at the spot where my half brother once sat.
"I don't think so." I admit. "What… What do I do?"
"I can't answer that, Mik. That's up to you."
"But I need your advice, how do I know he's being honest? How do I know my father actually cares to see me?"
"Did you think he was lying?" she asked.
"No." I admit. "I think he was being real."
"You have a free day tomorrow if you really want to go and see him. I think you should, but that's just me."
"Will you come with me? I don't think I have the strength to face him alone. Specially not if he's… in that position."
"Of course, Mik." She says as she sits besides me.
"Mitchie, do you think if I pay for his treatment, that he could get better?" I ask.
"I'm no doctor, babe, I can't tell you that. But who knows, medicine works in wicked ways."
"I want to help. Hell, he might have never been there for me but that boy looked completely devastated." I say.
"Mikayla, do you realize what you're doing?" Mitchie said, astonished.
"What?"
"You just offered to pay someone's cancer treatment, you offered to save someone's life. Two months ago I don't think you would have even given that boy the time of day. You've really changed baby. I think you need to speak to the family about it and if they accept your money, pay for his treatment. He is your blood after all."
"It's crazy how much you're right." I laugh. "I have you to thank though. You made me a softy."
"I didn't do anything but bring out the real you. It's beautiful to see you so caring. I love you, Mikayla." Mitchie says with a huge grin. "Always remember that."
Mikayla has a soft sideeee! haha. What do you guys think of this chapter? Any suggestions? Review review!