°❛..𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕟..❜°

𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙮. 8:46𝙥𝙢 Bustling crowds. Deafening yells and chatter among the people. Seventy-seven models getting ready. And one stressed director/designer. (𝙔𝙊𝙐!) What could go wrong? Right?... 𝙅ensen! : Brownish-Blonde Hair. Snake bite piercing. A few freckles dotted around his face. Perfect teeth. Deep-Ass voice :). Origianally from 𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘼! A Model! (obvs) 𝙔𝙊𝙐! : The Director/Designer of the costumes. Brown curly hair. Pale skin. Blue eyes. Creative. 𝙃arH-Working. 𝙂orgeouG. (𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝘼𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇!) 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔: Jensen never really had girlfriends, or friends for that matter. 𝘼nd the only times he did, they used him for his looks or body. So, ultimately, he only grew up around a few loving people. 𝙃e grew to be a very observant young man, he always sees right through lies and always sees when somethings wrong. 𝙔ou, however, grew up in a stricter household, you were always one of the '𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏 ' favourites. 𝙔ou are quite the perfectionist, making sure everything is detailed down to the last point. 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀: 𝙔ou and 𝙅ensen are friends. 𝙒ell, 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 is an overstatement. 𝙔ou guys know each other. 𝙎ometimes he helps out. 𝘽ut lately...𝙔ou've been getting tired. 𝙔ou've fallen asleep on the job, been grumpy and cranky, even being sick once or twice. * * * * * * * 𝙅ensen was standing there, watching...𝙔ou were getting worked up again. 𝙊ne girl had ripped her dress, 𝘼nother had been sick, 𝘼 guy was refusing to put on his jacket (𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙑𝙀). 𝙔ou were just about to yell " 𝙂𝙐𝙔𝙎, 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙈 𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙀!!!", when you collapsed. 𝙁ainted. 𝙊ut cold. 𝙎till as a- 𝙔ou probably get the idea :). 𝙀veryone else was busy. 𝙏hey we're yelling about useless shit. 𝙀xcept 𝙅ensen. 𝙃e was straight over there, spraying you with water, gently shaking you.