Jenna x Reader One-Shots

Interview

A/N: Jenna x Reader

Summary: Jenna gets upset during an interview and when the interviewer, Y/n, notices how unfair the crowd is, she stops it for a break, comforting her backstage.

HERE WE GO!

________________________________________________________________________________

Jenna's POV:

Right now, I'm doing an interview and I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little confused on why people keep laughing when I'm being serious, it's confusing but I'm trying not to let it get to me.

I just wish people weren't so insensitive these days, I can barely say a thing without being offended.

"I was just wondering if there was any moment in time throughout your career where... where you realised the importance of representation?" The interviewer, Y/n, asks me, I move the mic up.

"Um..." I say, thinking. "Oh— well— I... uh, there—there was this one time, I was like, 5 years old." I start to answer, "And I asked if I could die my hair blonde because I really wanted to look like Cinderella" She explains, I nod my head. "because— well, in my mind, that was my representation— that was my princess, you know. She was who I wanted to look like and a couple of years ago... I did this show, called Elena of Avalor. That was Disney's first show where the main lead role was, uh, a Latina princess." I inform her, seeing her nod her head.

"Right." She mumbles, nodding her head.

"And Disney flew me out to... Disney world a— to see the opening of the princess in the parks, and seeing like... young... young Latinas..." I glance around, feeling my heart beat faster and my voice have a quiver. "running around in like, little Elena costumes or... uh, my character who—who was Isabel. There were some wearing Isabel costumes, it was crazy because all I could think about was that it wasn't just Latinas, it was young girls of all colours." I explain, before turning to the crowd. "Sorry." I apologise, slightly snapping back into reality of where I am. Hearing the crowd laugh.

"It's okay." I hear Y/n say, not moving the mic close to her, but genuinely supporting me.

"But it was really really strange because it was such a big deal to me growing up, and for these young girls— like that wasn't even a question... and of course Elena is the favourite and this is why they like her. She was empowering, and she was strong. And I feel like that was the moment I realised, 'Oh, the work that you do and the representation that is shown and Latinos being shown in a positive light, is like such a big deal.' Especially when we take a moment to look at the majority of our audiences, it's kinda insane. That. That was a moment that really made me realise how important representation is for me and my community." I answer, feeling tears still build in my eyes that I fight against. "I... man, I still think about it all the time to this day, it's... it's really really surreal to me." I add, seeing Y/n nod her head.

I won't lie, after this, I am going straight for a nap. I'm tired, I wanna cry, and I don't wanna be here any longer. The crowd has laughed and found things funny that I don't find funny. I feel humiliated.

"I know you're a busy person, Jenna, but thank you so much for coming on. I wanna call to a quick 10-15 minute break and we'll be right back." Y/n announces to everyone, standing up, everyone confused and even I'm a little confused yet I follow her off of the stage, "Can you follow me, please?" She asks, I nod my head and follow Y/n into a private room, she shuts the door and turns to me. "I just want to apologise for everyone out there, they are laughing at such inappropriate and it must feel really invalidating." She expresses to me, sounding upset herself. "I thought I'd call for a break so you could sit here, relax for 10 minutes and we can continue once you feel ready." She explains to me,

"Thank you so much. I... I appreciate it, a lot." I thank her, seeing her shoulders fall and her eyes soften, the right corner of her lip tugging into a small smile that doesn't meet her eyes.

"You don't need to thank me." She dismisses, stepping forward slightly as she shakes her head, lightly. The smile draining completely as she continues onto say, "I just feel incredibly sorry for all the dumb shitheads that are too stupid to realise the power behind your words." She expresses to me, "And I'm sorry that growing up, you didn't have that representation. I wish it was different." She adds, I notice her eyes fall for a moment before she meets my eyes, offering a short smile.

"Thank you... Y/n..." I thank her, again. "Can... Can I hug you?" I ask her, seeing her move her arms out, stepping into it and her arms wrap around me, I wrap my arms around her neck and rest my head against her chest. "I really appreciate it." I say, barely above a whisper.

"It's okay." She says, barely above a whisper. Her hand resting on my back, holding me in a comforting and tight grip. "Just let me know when you want to be alone otherwise I'm just gonna wanna stay here forever." She admits, sheepishly. Making me laugh softly.

"I wouldn't mind that." I reply, hearing her heartbeat speed up. I smile but decide not to say anything as I don't wanna embarrass her. I pull away from the hug a few moments later and see her look down and smile at me,

"Need me to get you anything?" She offers,

"Oh, I... uh, no. No, I can get it myself." I reply, seeing her eyes narrow.

"You sure? I'm gonna go get some water, I can bring you a bottle?" She offers,

"Are you sure?"

"You can come with me if you'd like." She informs me, I think for a moment before nodding my head.

"Sure. Why not." I reply, we both leave and go to crafts to get something to drink, getting to know one another and she gave me her number in case I wanted to 'talk about anything'. Sadly, though, instead of getting to know her more, we get back to the interview and once it's over, she approaches me.

"Hey, you gonna be okay?" She asks me, I nod my head, forcing a smile. "All right, well, text me if you need anything and have a safe drive— Oh! And once again, I'm so sorry about everyone out there to—" I interrupt her by giving her a hug, she stumbles a little but hugs me back.

"You don't have to apologise." I tell her, she nods her head and holds me tighter. I feel myself melt toward her slightly, her hugs making me feel safe. I pull away and see her look at me, innocently but also with a look of fondness. "I'll see you around."

"See you around, Ortega." She tells me, "Hopefully, we can see each other again soon." She wishes,

"I'm sure I can find some time." I tell her, seeing her nod her head.

"I'll let you go."

"Thanks," I thank her, "b—bye." I tell her, she waves and steps back,

"Bye." She tells me, turning around and heading away. I turn toward my team and we make our way outside and when I get in my car after signing a few autographs, my phone buzzes. I pull out my phone, I see Y/n's name and look at her text.

"Miss you already😊. Have a good rest of your day and text me when you can! : )" I feel my lips tug upwards into a smile and type out a reply,

"Miss you too! And you have a good day as well, I have one more interview but it's online so I'll text you afterwards <3" I send in reply, seeing her read it immediately.

"Great! I'll hear from you then❤️" She sends to me, I smile and press the button on the side, my driver beginning to drive back to my house and I just have my music on and do some reading in the car.

________________________________________________________________________________