FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Seven;

Chapter Seven

After that night of pizza and alcohol, you and Jensen had been making a little more of an effort to spend some quality time together when he had finished filming for that day. He had learned that you tended to favor the color green (a joke he didn't let pass by about the shade of his eyes) and you learned that he had two siblings named Josh and Mackenzie. Among one of the more surprising things the two of you had learned about each other was that you had never been on a proper date and he had never had a homecooked meal from someone other than his mother.

Tonight was a different though.

Tonight was the night of your very public and proper date.

You had been stressing about it since the moment Jensen told you. Literally you had been battling the swarm of fluttery whatever the hells going on in your stomach. It wasn't the fact that you were going on the date itself, but more about the fact that you knew your every move was going to be watched. You wouldn't be able to sneeze without possibly seeing it in another magazine.

"Y/N?" You heard Jensen through your bedroom door. "Cliff is here."

"Just one more second," you answered, closing your eyes and wishing you actually had a little bit of that liquid confidence coursing through you. Both of you had agreed that alcohol was off the table for tonight; a clear head was much needed for this.

You heard his footsteps head back towards what you assumed was the kitchen area. A final look in the mirror had you as ready as you would ever be; a simple face of make-up, really just highlighting your eyes with some heavy mascara and light line of eyeliner. As for your outfit, you opted for a simple dark green dress that had long sleeves to combat the cold, but a thigh length skirt to at least give the paparazzi something scandalous to write about.

You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, deciding that air drying it and keeping it down would be less frustrating than trying to style it and having the lovely British Colombian wind mess it all up again.

A deep breath and you turned on your heel, yes, you were wearing heels because it was the only type of shoe you thought would look acceptable in this dress, before opening your bedroom door. "I'm ready."

Jensen had been leaning against the kitchen counter, scrolling through something on his smartphone when he glanced up at you. He smirked while his green eyes roamed over your body making you feel incredibly exposed. "Well, don't you look lovely."

"This only took two hours to do," you said with a small curtsy before returning the once over towards him and reaching for your handbag. "Unlike you."

"What are you talking about?" He asked with a chuckle. "This took a solid twenty minutes."

"Did that include the shower?"

"Maybe," he grinned at you cheekily.

"I hate that you men can literally just throw something on and still look like you took the same amount of effort," you whined, pacing around in front of him. He looked just amazing in a simple dark red button down and dark jeans. "In fact, most of the time you look better than us."

Jensen laughed again before taking a step towards you and putting his arms out in an effort to grasp you. Stopping you mid-pace, he made sure that your attention was completely on him before speaking, "Y/N, I promise, you look amazing. We are going to go out. And we are going to pretend that people aren't staring at us."

"Says the one who knows how to function in front of the camera."

He gave you another laugh before effortlessly turning your whole body towards the door and giving you a gentle shove. Even after you heard the door lock behind you and even after you were in the car trying to calm the knots squirming in your stomach, you still couldn't believe that this was happening.