Cigarettes [Bennoda] ✔

Chapter 33

Chester's POV
That morning we woke up at around noon. We ate a quick bite that Mike threw together, and then we took a shower and got dressed.

"Dammnn Chazzyy." Mike said as he came up behind me in the bathroom when I had put my suit on. "Oh shut up." I said as I looked at us in the mirror. "Look at us. I'm telling you, Jay and Queen B better watch the fuck out. They better step aside for M. Shinoda and King C." I just laughed. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"No, but really, you look amazing. You always look amazing of course, but damn." He said. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You look amazing too Mike." I said. He smiled and kissed me. "What car should we take?" "The red one." "You really love that thing don't you?" I nodded.

"Well I guess we better go so we can get there in time. It's four right now and takes about an hour to get there because it's on the other side of LA." He said. I nodded and we went down to his car. We got in and headed to the award show.

"I thought famous people arrived in limos and big black SUVs." I said. He chuckled. "Some do. Mostly only the higher up famous people though. Like I'm not fucking Brittney Spears. I don't wanna act better than what I am by showing up in a limo. Ya know?" He said. "But you'll show up in your red Mercedes AMG GT that probably cost over a hundred thousand dollars?" I asked. "You do have a point there." I just laughed.

Eventually we made it to a place that was packed with cars and people. There were paparazzi walking down the sidewalks ready to capture anything for their articles. My heart started beating a little faster.

"Stay calm baby. I'll be with you the entire time. I won't leave your side." He said as he intertwined my hand in his. "When we get up there, we'll get out, someone will park my car for me, we'll walk through the entrance where there will be cameras. People will be yelling at you to smile and look at them. Just be kind and try your hardest to look happy. We'll get our passes and walk the main red carpet. Once again, there will be cameras. After that, we'll just go and sit down and wait for the show to start." He said. I swallowed nervously and nodded.

(When I was writing this paragraph, all I could think of was when Tyler Joseph yelled at the paparazzi that one time XD)

"I'll be right beside you." He said again. "At any point during the show, if you feel like you can't do it, tell me. Okay? We'll leave or I'll take you away from the main crowd to calm down." I nodded again. "Promise me that you'll tell me if you feel like you're gonna have a panic attack." "I promise." I said. "Okay. Just breathe baby." He said. I did as I was told and took long slow breaths.

We were getting closer and closer to the front and I just tried to stay calm.

"You can do this Chester Charles. It's just a few cameras, and Mike will be with you the entire time. Just try and enjoy yourself." I kept saying to myself.

"You want some sunglasses?" He asked as he pulled a pair out of his glove box. "Why?" He shrugged. "I feel like they make me look cooler." He said as he put them on. "Also they hide the rude look in my eyes when paparazzi are yelling at me." I chuckled a little and pulled some out of the glove box.

"Do I look cool now?" I asked as I took off my glasses and put them on. "Okay. I'm gonna be honest, you look really fucking mysterious and even sexier now." I just smiled and shook my head. I folded up my glasses and put them in my suit's front pocket.

"Is that Pete fucking Wentz!?!" I said loudly as I put the sunglasses on the end of my nose to look at the guys coming out of the black SUV in front of us. "Oh. Yeah it is." Mike said like it was no big deal. "Do you know him?" I asked.