Girl next door - Jenna Ortega x reader

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~ Y/N POV ~

"Thank you Garcia, you really didn't have to do that. You already do so much for us." "Oh, stop it. It's no problem at all. I've known you for- how long now?" "It's been 18 years. The day that we moved over here. That's when we met. It's unbelievable how fast time flew by sometimes."

I hear my mom say to her best friend and funnily enough our neighbor, Garcia. As I walk down the stairs to meet them in the living room, having tea with some home made baked goods from my mom. She loved to bake. My mom I mean. Garcia was more of a cook then a baker. She often invited us over for dinner in exchange for some of my mom's famous chocolate chip cookies. But even without the chocolate chip cookies, Garcia always offered to cook us food. She also helped around the house and often helps my mom with, honestly anything she needs help with. Taxes, cleaning, repairs, you name it. Garcia was always there to help us and she always has been since day one. Which I appreciated, since my mom really needed someone like that. Someone to take care of her and help her in the ways I couldn't. The way my dad couldn't.

A little backstory. Me and My mom have always been close. We are like best friends. When I was 2 years old, my dad died. A heart attack. I can't remember any of it, since I was only two. But what I can remember is that my mom wasn't the same after dad had past. She was broken and alone. We had to move since the house we lived in back then, was too big and too expensive for my mom. She was always home to take care of me, so she didn't have a job. So paying for things would be hard. When we moved to this town, my mom was lost. But the day we arrived here with all our stuff, Garcia already came outside to greet us and help us settle in. From that day forward, she was always there.

She knew everything about our situation and had often babysat on me when my mom was going on job interviews or work itself. She was kind of like family to me at this point. At least I loved her as family, since she had done so much for me and my mom that I could never thank her enough for that.

"There is my lemondrop. " My mom smiles as she sees me walking into the living room, stealing one of her chocolate chip cookies from the tray and placing it in between my teeth. My mom always called me nicknames, named after food. What a surprise. I was turning 20 soon, but she never stopped. "Hey mom, miss G. Wow, it smells amazing in here. What is that?" I point out as I take in the scent of the room. Miss G was my nickname for Garcia. She always laughs when I use it. "Those are Garcia her home made enchiladas. They are in the oven right now." My mom points out as she kindly smiles at me. "God, Miss G. You are heavenly. Are these the once-" "The spicy once you like so much? Yes they are." Garcia grins as she sees my eyes grow. "Best day ever." I state as I finished the cookie I was still holding. "So for movie night tonight I was thinking-" I start as I join them on the couch. Every Friday was movie night in our household. Garcia joined this tradition too, so we always switch houses per week. Last Friday we watched The notebook at our house. Since my mom and Garcia really wanted to see it again. So now it was my turn to pick and we'd go to Garcia her house this time. At least that was the plan. "It'll just be you and your mom today Y/N. And you'll have to watch it here, instead of my house." Garcia states before I could finish my sentence. I look at her with my puppy eyes. "What! Why? Don't you like me anymore Garcia? Is that it? Am I getting to cool to hang out with?" I joke as Garcia and I always joked around like that. "Oh yeah, way to cool." Garcia chuckles. "But, that's not it. Although it a close second." She winks. I chuckle in responds when I look at her curiously. "Then what is more important then moms famous cookies with a scary movie?" I ask her with a grin on my face as I slightly tilt my head. "Wait- are we watching a scary movie? You know I am not a fan of scary movies." My mom points out as I chuckle softly. "See what you are leaving me with G? How am I to survive this alone?" I grin. Garcia laughs as she stood up to check on her enchiladas.