I stand in the front row to the left in a con panel for Jensen Ackles. He sits on a stool with a mic.
"Hello everybody!" Jensen screams into the mic.
We all shout.
"My wife and I were just at a hotel, and it had antique dolls" he says and gives a scared laugh.
We boo and say "no! You shouldn't have a wife!" over and over and stuff like that. Well, I don't. I stand with my hands folded in front of me looking sad as he laughs at the comments and think, know, that ill never be with Jensen. He's married and way out of my league. But I'm not gonna be rude about it.
He looks at me. Directly at me! My heart stops and he stops laughing. He stares at me and then ushers me to come forward on stage!? Oh my god! I can tell I looked like a shocked idiot. I try to look cool. I walk up and stand next to him on his right.
"Everyone's booing that I have a wife. You're not. Dont you like me? Dont you think I'm hot?" he says with a frown but then turns his head away and then back laughing a little.
"No" I say.
He looks really shocked and a bit hurt. "Ugh!"
"Ha! Im kidding of course I do! Have you looked in the mirror!? Gorgeous! Perfection! Even men that aren't straight think your fuckin hot!" I blurt out and cover my mouth embarrassed while he laughs.
He finally stops laughing and smiles, puckers, then says "Want it?"
"Always!?" I whisper.
He grabs my chin and pulls my face to his making our lips smash.
Amazing! He's a good kisser!
We pull apart from what seems like forever and he stares at me shocked.
"Dam!" he says. "You're a good kisser!"
I blush.
He puts his lips to my ear and says "Meet me after the panel backstage."
I nod and walk back to my seat.
When the panel finishes he leaves and goes behind the velvet curtains. I get up and walk to where he walked. A security guard stops me at the entrance.
"Uh uh!" she says. "What do you think you're doing? Just because he kissed you doesn't mean that you're special! Now get!"
My heart just broke. I try to piece it back together by telling myself that she doesn't know how he feels!
But then I think, well neither do I.
I see Jensen back there and he sees me and we both smile.
He walks up. "Come on back"
The lady shakes her head and puts her arm down. I smile and walk back. We take a few steps away from the entrance and he says "Wow! After that I think I need a new wife" he winks at me taking a sip from a water bottle then setting the bottle on the floor.
I blush.
He laughs. "can I have another one?"
I laugh. "You can have anything you want!"
"Really!? Oh! What's your name?"
"Oh it's Arleen"
"Well Arleen," he starts and finishes it with a long kiss. I like how this is going.
We pull apart.
"I got to go but....number?" he says.
"Ya" we pull out slips of paper and hand it to each other. We both already had our numbers ready. It was like we were prepared for this.
"Thanks." he starts to walk away.
"No thank you!" I say and find myself smiling. Well, why wouldn't I?! Do you realise what just happened!?
I go out back to the floor and walk around till the show closes, and then I head home. Luckily I live close to where the con is. I live in Chicago, The Windy City!
I walk up to my apartment, room 7, on the 11th floor. I crawl on my bed under the covers and almost fall asleep until my phone rings.
"Hello?" I say sleepily.
"Ha. It's me, Jensen."
Oh my god.
"Oh! Hi! I didn't think you'd actually call!"
"Ah. Well, you're a good kisser and you said I could have anything I want. Sooooo, you're coming on a date with me tomorrow, at five. Meet me in front of the convention."
"Ok mr bossy pants! I will. But, aren't you married?"
He sighs. "Ugh. Can't anyone forget about that? Just for a second at least?!"
"Alright. Alright! Sorry, just, never mind, I will. See you at five"
"Good."
I laugh. "Bye" and I hang up.
What am I getting myself into?!
1. He's an actor who can have anybody! He has the money to pay people to be with him.
2. He could end up getting stuck in a contract with somebody if he's not already with his wife
3. He's rich, probably snobby, you can never actually trust those things where they say he's nice.
4. He's FRIKN married!
Just thank god they don't have kids!
But it's stil F!
