You hold onto Ross' arm tightly as you climb out of the limo, emerging on the red carpet. The second you set foot on the velvet walkway, camera flashes and yelling filled your eyes and ears. You felt Ross lace his fingrs with your's, automatically making you feel more comfortable. You felt yourself wobble in your heels, getting a bit overstimulated by the attention. The idea of this many people watching you honestly scared the crap out of you. Luckily Ross promised he would never leave your side. He grabbed your other arm, holding you steady, before wrapping his arm protectivly around your waist. "Ross, is this your girlfriend?" One reporter asked, a billion microphones suddenly shoved into your faces. Ross gave you a reasuring smile before turning to the eager faces. "Yes," he replied. "This is my gorgeous girlfriend Y/N." A chorus of awwww's filled your ears, causing your smile to grow wider. This was going to be a perfect night.
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Riker:
You sigh in frustration as you stand on your tiptoes, trying to see above the ocean of reporters and interviewers and famous people. All you want to do is find your boyfriend. Is that too much to ask for? Huffing slightly, you decide to just walk around until you found him. You were too short to see above the crowd anyways. To your relief, you turn to finally spot him in the middle of an interview with Clevver TV. Josselyn (Idk how to spell it cx) was laughing with them. You smiled as you watched Riker's nose crinkle up with laughter, his pearly white teeth shinning. Getting an idea, you sneek up behind Riker, holding your finger up to your lips so Josselyn wouldn't say anything. She gave you a sly wink, giving you the go. You quickly put your hands over his eyes, causing him to almost trip backwards. "Guess whoooo!" you say in a singsong, making him laugh and pull you into a tight hug.
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Rocky:
You bite your lip, slightly nervous, anticipation filling your stomach. Your boyfriend, Rocky looked over to see your hands shaking. "Babe..." he said, taking your hands in his. "Rocky," you begin, sighing shakily. "Barely anyone knows who I am. What if they think you are a laughing stalk for taking a random person to the Kid's Choice Awards?!" A small smile crept onto Rocky's face. "Babe, you have so many fans. Trust me, don't worry about it." Before you had time to reply, the limo stopped and you felt yourself being pulled from the car. Screaming hit your ears as the bands fans caught site of their favorite members. You smled shyly as you walked passed the hundereds of fans. To your suprise, a young girl, maybe 10 waved at you shyly. You smile and walk over to her. "Hi..." she said, smiling slightly. "Why hello!" you say, smiling back. "I uh... I was wondering if I could have your autograph?" she asked, holding out a piece of paper. You wereslightly taken aback, but signed the piece of paper, giving it back to the girl who had a grin on her face that was priceless. You smile, going back to your date. "See?" Rocky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "I told you they love you."
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(Sorry Rocky's was so long! I just loved this scenario XP)
Ell:
You grab your mascara bottle and, unscrewing it, put the finishing touches on your absolutly perfect look. Not to much, but not to little. Winking at yourself in the mirror, you skip happily back to your closet, where you pull out your dress. YOu would be lying if you hadn't tried it on before this. A hundred times. You just loved this dress so much. Slipping into it, you hold back a squeal at how happy you felt in it. You grabbed your heels and slid down the banister, plopping on the ground of the first floor where your boyfriend, Ell was waiting for you. "Well, that was quite the dramatic entrance!" he said, causing you to laugh. "I try," you reply, flipping your perfectly curled hair. He chuckled, linking his arm with yours. He leaned over to you, his breathe tickling your ear. "You look so beautiful," he whispered, sending chills down your spine, causing you to blush. "Thanks." "Shall we?" You giggle and follow him to the limo that would take you to the best night of your life.
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Ryland:
You bounce in your seat as the host, Chrissie Fit opens the envelope. Quickly, you grab Ryland's hand, squeezing it, giving him reasurance. It was your boyfriend's first time at the Kid's Choice Awards and he was both nervous and excited. He had been nominated for Best Upcoming Artist (no idea if this is a legit award or not :P). He did have some tough competition, but you knew Ry had what it took to win this. He completly deserved it. Ryland looked over at you, kissing your cheek lightly. "I love you," he whispered softly. "I love you too," you reply. "No matter what heppens." He smiled slightly at you, but you could still see the nervousness in his eyes. If he won, he would know for sure that DJing was the way for him to go. Chrissie now had the envelope open. "And the winner of Best Upcoming Artist is...." Ryland was squeezing your hand so hard you were sure your circuation had been cut off. "Ryland Lynch!" You gasped and saw your boyfriend jump out of his seat in suprise. You were so happy for him as you watched him approach the stage to accept his well deserved award.
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Duuuuuuude. Do you know how long it took me to find cute dresses for all five boys?!? It took me like, forever. I hope you guys like them!
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