Mistakes of a Rock Star (Jensen Ackles FanFic)

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"Umm what are you wearing?" Jensen commented as I stood up in my skinny jeans and sneakers. My breath almost taken from my lungs staring at Jensen in his tuxedo that seemed to fit perfect in all the right places. Did it suddenly get hot in the room?

"Um clothes," I replied looking down at the outfit I had on trying to play it cool in front of him.

"Oh no, we are going to a charity event, not a concert," he informed me.

"Okay, and I'm the photographer, not a guest," I added.

Jensen pulled his phone from his tux pocket and dialed a number.

"Hey yeah I need a dress,"

I made a disgusted face crossing my arms.

Within a few minutes Gen was at the door with several garment bags and shoes.

"I hate you," I sneered as Gen lead me back to the other room. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face as I was escorted out.

I found a red knee high dress that flowed at the bottom and clung to my breast. The dress fit snug on my shoulders with lace wide straps. Much to my discomfort Gen gave me a pair of bright red velvet strapped shoes.

"Can I do your make up?" she asked. "I'm always surrounded by boys," she almost pleaded. I shrugged not really knowing what I was supposed to do with make up anyway.

Sighing to myself I heard Gen call my name. Jensen's lips parted in surprise as I stepped into the room trying to be courageous and self-confident as I could.

"What do you think?" Gen asked elbowing her brother in the stomach.

"I. uh. Yeah. Looks good," he stumbled over his words.

"Ready to go?" I asked trying to take his mind off looking the way he was.

We arrived at the hotel in style. Jensen held his hand out as I exited the limo he had us in.

"No," he whispered as I went for my camera.

"Tonight we don't do pictures," he told me. I looked at him confused.

"This is for charity, we don't publicize it," he insisted as I let my camera go. I nodded gently as I laced my arm through his arm.

"So what do I do then?" I whispered to him as lights flashed around me. A bizarre spectacle for me.

"Just relax and talk to people," he answered smiling and waving at people. Once inside we sat down to eat.

To be honest I couldn't even tell you what was happening around us except people talking about the importance of the cause. Which I didn't even realize it was for Down Syndrome until much later into the evening.

Jensen shook hands and greeted everyone with grace and charm. I watched as he handed money over without a second's thought before we sat back down to finish our meal.

"Come on let's dance, you look bored," he stated.

"Overwhelmed," I corrected. He took my hand and headed to the dance floor. He smiled down at me as he took me in his arms beginning to dance with the music.

"You look very beautiful," he complimented with a smile.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I complimented back. Immediately regretting how lamed it sounded. He always looked amazing. But he looked astounding at the event.

"Although I think red is a better color for you," I told him remembering the red button up shirt he always wore.

"I think red is an amazing color," he cooed as he looked at my dress, causing a flush of pink to go across my cheeks.

The music had stopped and people began to clap warmly around us as the band finished their set, Jensen and I hadn't moved from staring at each other. I didn't know what was happening at that moment. I swallowed hard as I pulled from his arms.