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Alright, it’s J2 photo-op time!

This story is so long because I knew this was going to be the moment I lived for and I seared it all in memory; I’ve had this blog for almost two years now and have been a J2 fan so much longer.

My sister was kind of fast out the door once they called for our pictures and that meant we were going to be near the front of the line and I just could not have that.  I made her slow down because I wanted to watch them interact first.  She rolled her eyes, but obliged because I paid for her ticket so she sort of had to.  

When we got up there, the line was taking forever to move.  Once I was in the room I saw why; they literally have full-out conversations between every single picture!  I’m not talking just a word or a sentence here and there, I mean full-blown conversations.  It’s so funny!

We were about 15 people from the front and I watched as Jared leaned in, put a hand in front of his mouth, and whispered something to Jensen.  Jensen busted out laughing, that beautiful, full-body laugh of his, and slapped Jared on the chest in the most adorable way ever.  You know exactly what I’m talking about.

Anyway, stuff like that continued the entire time and omg the line was so slow (not complaining at all, longer to look at them, but it was taking forever).  They were whispering to one another, talking, laughing, and for one op they did the three-person tango, like the one in Chicago, and Jared had his leg up (as usual) and his left hand (the one you couldn’t see in the pictures but you could watch *wink*) was literally clasped on Jensen’s waist and Jensen had an arm around Jared’s neck - I swear to god I had to remind myself to breathe.  

Anyway, that was the most exciting of the ops until it was our turn.  We got up there and Jared remembered me from earlier (”Hi, Kirsten!” and he smiled so big with dimples and I melted and almost cried again).  My sister hadn’t met Jared yet so she was, like, in awe of him and she was/is terrified (in love with) of Jensen so she couldn’t even speak.  I asked if we could just get sandwiched between them and Jensen smirked and said, “Let’s do it,” and Jared just grabbed me (again) and squashed me to his chest.  

We took the pic and I went to pull back, but Chris stopped us and said Jared’s scarf had blocked my face so we had to do it again (oh no!).  Next thing I know, I hear Jensen go, “Jared, c’mon!  Pull up!” and Jared goes, “Hey, it’s not my fault!” and he’s laughinglaughinglaughing and Jensen goes, “Oh yeah?  Who had to wear the beanie and the scarf and the jacket?” (he had a lot of issues with Jared’s attire (too many layers)) so Jared threw his beanie to the ground and took the scarf off, only to wrap it around Jensen’s neck.

“You look better in it anyway,” (I swear to god !!!!!) he had laughed and Jensen started laughing too and I just fucking stood there with, probably, the biggest eyes ever.  Anyway, eventually Jared put everything back on and Jensen goes, “Sorry about that,”  and I just said, “No, no, continue,” and they both laughed before Jared went, “The sad thing is we’re usually much, much worse.  This is behaved and focused Jensen and Jared compared to normal.” (Jared really likes talking about himself in third person lol)

Chris was rolling his eyes and went, “Are you two ready?” and they both did that stupid thing where people pretend to straighten up and clear their voices and dust off their outfits as if they’re going to get serious and said “Absolutely” and “Why wouldn’t we be?” in the dumbest voices.

Finally we took the pic, but not before I had to put my hand on Jared’s chest to push the scarf back and he moved my hair from my face and omg I know I shivered because he can’t do shit like that to me and expect me to be okay.  

We (I) thanked them and Jensen hugged me and Jared hugged my sister before we walked away.  As I’m grabbing my bag to leave though, Jensen freakin’ goes and puts his head between Jared’s shoulder blades then goes deadweight on him lmao 

And that was my J2 photo-op experience aka it was the most amazing four minutes of my life