Me and Jensen...man, do we have a good thing going on...
I’m standing in line with a fellow con-goer and her mom is standing along the wall.
“Does he have his beard? What does he look like?” I remember her asking. I laughed as just moments before, we were fangirling over Jensen and wondering what he looked like today (June 10).
“Beard.” Her mom mouthed. Me and the girl sighed but looking at the picture now, DAMN I AM NOT MAD AT THE HIATUS BEARD!
We slowly inched towards the printers which I live for. It’s so cool seeing everyone else’s pictures. Me and my new friend are squealing at how cute the pictures are. But at the same time, the line is moving and I can only see the bottom half of Jensen (has anyone ever complained?)
Being the next person in line, my whole face lights up. I turn the volunteer and flat out say, “why are they so much hotter in person?!”
She laughs and replies with, “I know right.”
Jensen clearly sees that my whole face is light up like a Christmas tree and mimics me.
“Hi!” I say, trying to hold it together.
“Hi!” He says back. I go for the hug, because Jensen gives the best hugs (don’t @ me).
If this AWKWARD MOMENT DID NOT HAPPEN, I would probably be so pissed with myself that I said nothing to Jensen.
So, with that, this happened:
I went for the hug and my hair got caught in my mouth. Attractive, right? I was just about to fix it when Chris goes, “Your hair...”
To which I casually reply, “just choking on my hair, no big deal or anything,” as I fix it. Pretty sure Jensen giggled and in my head, a point was given to me instead of my awkwardness.
I got back into position and Chris took the photo. Despite not ever wanting to pull away, I had to.
“Bye, thank you.” I said as I gave him one last hug. HE SQUEEZED ME!!!!!
“Bye, darling.” He smiled and I walked off in tears. THE FUCKING MAN CALLED ME DARLING. I literally fell to the ground outside the op room and sobbed. Darling. No one is allowed to call me that. Ever.
Our wedding is June 10, 2019 and everyone is invited, in case you were wondering.