It's been two weeks since I've been touring with Benito filming his El Mundo es Mio docuseries. At first his people wanted to release it as a movie, but I advocated for having it as a docuseries on YouTube and Apple music with each episode releasing an exclusive song. Benito said he loved the idea.
"¡Esa es brillante! This I why I wanted her for the documentary. Her ideas are unmatched."
He had smiled at me as he said this in a room full of higher ups in suits while we stood like the odd ones out. Him in a NY fitted, graphic shirt and shorts while I was in baggy pants a crop muscle tee.
I wish our younger selves down at the boardwalk in Coney Island could see us now.
I'm not going to lie; it was nice being at the receiving end of Benito's praise. It lowkey started going to my head. Any decision I made I went to him first, but he constantly told me to do whatever I wanted because he trusted me. I wish I trusted myself just the same because I was increasingly losing fate in Andre and I's relationship. On our last day in Venezuela, Andre called me, but I let the call go to voicemail because Benito was asking me about what I wanted to film for that day.
Okay yes, its work-related stuff so not too big of a deal if I do not answer right?
"I know I've been bothering you all day, but I need your opinion."
I lean against the doorframe and watch as the wardrobe team pulls out different options for Benito's show tonight. Tonight, we are in Brazil and getting straight on a plane to Chile in the morning.
"Dime, que necesitas?"What do you need? He turns around and smiles at me. "Mira, your spanish is getting better. Before you could barely make a sentence.""Being around you is really starting to taint my Nuyorican accent. My mom would be so proud that I can finally say a few words."
"Okay, which color?" He holds up two nail polishes and I can't help but smile warmly.
"What's the fit?"
Sandra steps out from behind the rack. "I'm thinking this graphic with the white mesh top underneath and these adorable jeans."
"Oh, then definitely the yellow. It matches the print on the top."
He quickly leans over and kisses my cheek. I'm stunned and so is Benito. We stare at each other for a few seconds before Sandra clears her throat.
He awkwardly looks away mumbling a thanks.
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"What the fuck was that!" Sandra yells once Benito goes on stage and everyone is distracted with sound and lighting.
"I don't know!" I rub my hands over my face in frustration. Before it was easier to keep my growing feelings in check because I knew he did not feel the same but now he willingly kissed my cheek what am I supposed to do!
"It seems like you two have gotten a lot closer."
"I mean filming the docuseries does force us to be around each other often but damn. What if he did that in front of other people and not you? I do not want the crew to start making rumors and it gets back to Miguel who might tell Andre."
"To be honest I forgot you have a boyfriend. And I do not think Miguel would say anything. He has already joked about you and Bad Bunny."
I roll my eyes at her calling Benito his stage name.
"Okay well, that cannot happen again. So, you cannot leave my side no matter what! Clearly being near each other has us acting like horny teenagers."
"What if I have to pee?"
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