Maddie's pov I leaned my body against Milo's as he wrapped his arms around my arm pits comfortably. We were waiting in line for our paparazzi pictures and Milo was talking to a group of people near us. My feet were already killing me, remind me to strangle Enrique after this I swear. Milo offered to pick me up but due to the structure of my dress leaning against him was the closest thing to relief I was getting. Milo lifted me slightly off the ground and scooted forward a bit continuing his conversation with Jeremy Allen White and Ayo Edebri.
One of the coordinators waved me forward and i released myself from Milo and walked into position. I quickly looked down making sure I was standing on the mark before I began posing. From the corner of my eye I saw Milo taking a picture of me which caused my cheeks to heat up so I faced away from him slightly in embarrassment. "MADELINE LOOK OVER HERE" "LEFT MADELINE" "LOOK HERE" The flashes grew harsher, more frantic, but I stayed still, almost statue-still—years of experience kicking in.
I returned to Milo's side taking his hand as we walked inside the venue "wow this is nice" I squeezed his hand and he began searching for my name. "Ms. Madeline Castillo, your table" he said pulling out a chair for me. "Why thank you kind sir" I took my seat and he sat next to me taking my feet into his lap. He slid my heels off and then pushed them off his lap playfully. "When we get home you should rub them" I said jokingly rubbing my toes against his ankle "I was already going to" he said leaning in to plant a small kiss on my lips.
The lights began to dim slightly signaling that the show would start soon. Thankfully I wasn't a nominee this year just a presenter so that took some pressure off of me. Milo held my hand under the table drawing circles with his thumb absentmindedly. "You're nervous" he said which shocked me because while I was nervous slightly I didn't make it obvious at least I don't think I did.
"What are you talking about?" He released my hand and reached over to tap the tip of my nose "when you're nervous you try to sit smaller as if you don't want to be seen... but I always see you" my brows furrowed as I fought back a smile "that's not a thing" he laughed quietly as he grabbed my leg chair and scooted us closer so that our knees touched "it's totally a thing, well it's your thing" something warm and embarrassing ng moved up my chest.
"Milo—
"I just want you to know I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, I'd follow you anywhere Mads" I smiled as my tears began to prick my eyes ever so slightly "you know you're only making it worse right" he smirked at me "am I? I dunno if you knew but your nose slightly scrunches when you're trying not to cry and... oh there it is!" I shoved his shoulder and me faked being wounded "stop staring at my nose you freak" he leaned closer again kissing my nose softly.
Just then Niecy Nash, Evan Peters, Pedro Pascal and their plus ones all began filling up my table replacing their name cards with their waters or purses or whatever. "Hi" I waved to everyone and we began introducing ourselves. "Oh Madeline you are just adorable I'm such a big fan of you i was so excited when they said we wee presenting together" Niecy said giddily which caused me to blush as I gripped Milo's hand tighter. "Well no offense to you Evan but Niecy you were my favorite part in Dahmer" I said to her
Evan smiled "nah that's alright Niecy was my favorite part too" we all fell into light conversation for a little bit until finally the light dimmed more and Anthony Anderson took the stage with his signature big smile.
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