4.3

                                    

                                          
"y los nominados son..."
                          
i felt joel tense up beside me. he had been nervous as hell since renato told them that they were nominated, he wanted to win this for the fans. i placed my hand on top of his and gently squeezed it in reassurance.
                          
"you guys are going to win."
                          
he bit his lip. "how can you be so sure? there are so many great artists nominated too, we can't compete against them."
                          
i turned his head so he would face me. "listen, don't underestimate yourself. you guys have worked so damn hard to get where you stand today. you deserve this! now stop worrying so much, you're gonna get wrinkles by the time you turn 25."
                          
he looked at me and i smiled before i kissed his cheek. i could swear he was blushing, but we were quickly interrupted by loud screams. 
                          
"cnco!"
                          
i saw their faces light up almost in slow motion. joel turned his head so quick to the stage i thought he had broken his neck. zabdiel and christopher jumped up and embraced each other. richard and erick were already on their way to the stage. 
                          
"you won!" i exclaimed, pushing him off his seat.
                          
joel grabbed the back of my head and crashed our lips together. i laughed and kissed him back, but quickly pushed him away because i knew he had to be on stage in less than a milisecond. 
                          
i smiled as i watched richard give the speech. they all looked so surprised, i almost teared up. joel's eyes scanned through the crowd, until our eyes met. he smiled and blew me a kiss. 
                          
i rolled my eyes. "dork." 
                          
my fingers traced my bottom lip, missing the feeling of joel's lips on mine already. i would rather be at home, cuddling with him in my bed while we watched a movie that we probably wouldn't even finish and had to replay it the next day. i giggled quietly to myself. i hoped we would do that when we got home.
                          
what were my feelings toward him anyway? i had to find that out before i hurt him, or even myself.