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three;

gilinsky;

"good evening." the automated male voice errupted in the stadium, "welcome to tonight's award ceremony. please welcome your hosts... isabelle mendez and nash grier!"

tons of claps, cheers and woo's were heard. people were standing, too.

and there she was.

"holy shit." i mumbled.

"fuck." johnson muttered.

nate the gripped my shoulder.

sammy looked at her with wide eyes.

she was wearing a black dress. tight until her waist, then it was a thin white material, and flowed all the way down to her heels.

both nash and isabelle smiled, waiting for everyone to quiet down.

"good evening, everyone!" nash begins it off, "if you don't know me. are you living under a rock?"

"nash!" she scolds him and slaps his arm, but laughing.

he smiles, "okay, okay. well isabelle here, gave away who i am. nash grier, that's me."

"i think they know who you are, nash." she laughs and turns to the audience, "okay, here today we have so many talented people! it's an honour for me to be hosting this. just not so much of an honour to have my co-host, nash."

"uhm.. isabelle?" nash interupts her, "you are my co-host."

"nope. remember, ladies first." she smiles, doing a tiny curtsie, "sorry for my co-host over here." she stares at him, "as i was saying. so many talented people! and only some categories. we have the best upcoming artist, best looking female, best looking male, best actor, best actress, best solo artist, best duo, best band, and so much more! so are you ready?"

people screamed.

nash nods, "i think they're ready? so, let's get to the first category of the night!"

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we've been here for about two hours now.

"alright, we have... best looking male..." isabelle trails off, "the nominations are, oh my god, they're all of our buddies, nash!" she jokes.

"aye guys, no fighting." nash jokes, too.

"we have, jack gilinsky!" people scream, "sammy wilkinson!" people scream, "nate maloley!" people scream, "cameron dallas!" people scream, "shawn mendes!" people scream, "and lastly... nash grier!" people scream.

"oh, i know, i know. i've got this one in the bag!" nash says, "and the award.. goes to..."

there's a pause.

both isabelle and nash say at the same time;

"jack gilinsky!"

i get up and am hugged by johnson, sammy and nate.

i walk to the front, and go up the stairs. i hug nash, then i hug isabelle.

"thank you." i mumble when take the award, "i don't really know what to say..." i smile. i go on and say my little speech, thank who i want to thank, and then go backstage.

when i go back there, isabelle and nash talk to me.

"it's so good to see you again, g." nash begins, "how've you been?"

"pretty good. what about you?" i ask him.

he shrugs, "good, good."

"what about you, isabelle? you're not like your usual self." i ask.

she holds a small smile, "i've been great, jack. um, how's nate been?"

"he's alright. misses having you around. we all do." i tell her and she nods.